Day of misunderstandings

After the work of Friday afternoon I arrived home tired and exhausted and for some reason I had this strange feeling, called guilt. I didn't know why, it was just there.

Saturday morning I got up and started doing my things. I had several options for that day and all of them were promising. I arranged some kind of "date" around 6. Nothing special, it would have been just one meeting with a new person. After half an hour of late she finally arrived and gave a detailed expression why she couldn't come. It was a nonsense.

Ok, no worries, keep it cool, "keep it gangsta" I made up that I would invite someone who I owe a dinner. I called her up, but oops, no ingrediants in the shop and it was saturday night, almost everything closed, so another call; let's postpone it.

I didn't want to spend my dinner alone (I managed to do something from those things I had) so I called another friend but she totally misunderstood the whole "dinner thing" and the night turned out to one "I don't want anything from you" intellectual speech.

What could I do? Clapped my hands, tapped my shoulder, smiled and went left from the stage. Curtain down.

Flowers to the changing room please.

A rainy day

Waterdrips are knocking on my head, the wind is telling me things I don't want to know, ancient buildings are whispering sighs of centuries, a church not far from me is chiming, sounding something I fear, thoughts roaring in my mind.

For a moment I'm in love with that women.

Up and Down

Back and Forward. Putting huge amount of energy into something is dangerous. On the track you can easily burnout if success doesn't come as fast as you think you deserve and you will be nothing more than a Titanic. Or another idea can come and disturb you. Or just before the final movement the realization comes; you have been cheated. All the time.
Swings are the symbols of life. You take a big dash and for a moment everything is possible. Even that you miscalculated something. One last deep breath and go! But sooner or later the power runs out and you stop in the air with a despaired look (what have I done wrong?). A second later you find yourself even farther from your start. You can start it all over again with the knowledge that you will come back.
But you can jump out of the swing and live your own life.

Spring is coming

Nature is stupid. She creates something with wonderful garnish, popping buds, opening flowers, buzzing bugs and smelling air. Then she cares them with the summer sun and in the end she forgets about everything and just before winter she serves the falling-colorful letters with a mosaic world.
160 years ago Spring of Nations rose from the feudalistic world, spreading a new fresh breath of air throughout Europe. Fortunately history is not like Nature and we are still breathing this fresh air.

Early morning

Getting up and drinking your cup of coffee alone. Thinking about the next step, your future, and the dream of last night. Everything was perfect and the whole dream was covered by a smooth-smell. You felt you could lean back and that pleasant atmosphere would hold your back.
But a day started again, a new sun is shining at you through the window.
Getting up and drinking your cup of coffee alone. So intimate.