Summer break

Yep, summer break again. See you soon!

Cooking

From raw materials such as paprika, tomato and things like that you will create something. Step by step, cut by cut you get closer to the final end. With each move the minute when you lean back with full stomach is approaching. But the whole method have to be organised. Otherwise you will lose time and probably the meal won't taste that good. Keep in my mind all vegetables and fruits have to be grown somewhere.
The "grey" weekdays are the product of forgetting this. That you can only be a whole person if you see and want to see those small little things which make life round. The smile from the shopkeeper, (even if it's part of the job) the playing children, the end of the work, the pleasent home, the task you will have to do (and will do) and the ability of recognising and grabbing the possibilities around you to lean back with the full stomach at the end of the day.

Changes

Life is not obvious in the world. Not in the West nor in Europe and of course not in the savannahs of Africa. People are coming and leaving, sometimes we recognise ourselves and our mistakes in them but we just turn our heads away 'cause we differ from them. We are Better.
But there is one thing we aren't able to see. That we are doing the same over and over again: Waiting.

Saying goodbye

One leaves, the other stays. That's how it works.
You can expect it but can never be ready for it. Suddenly the city gets too small, the street gets too narrow, the people get unimportant, the steps heavy, the elevator empty, the room silent, the clock loud.
But the bed is just too big for you.

Breath

One last look at the jury in front of you, one last overrun of the topic in your head and you take a breath. It's about to start...
Finally you have finished, everything is over, you did a very good job, proud is all over you. You sigh, but you are not happy. Just really tired...
The breath of yours get deeper and deeper as you are heading for the final turn, knowing that she is waiting for you at the other side of the corner. Heart is banging heavily...
Legs are shaking, sweat is cold, muscles are stucked, but no, it was only a bad joke. They know nothing. Breath. Relief...
5 o'clock in the morning the sky has a new promising color for the coming day, birds started their opera, wind is awakening to sign the rise of the sun. And you are sleeping next to me. The sweetest breath is yours.

Photo: I listen to that song again by Aurelie91