tulips in december. my favourite

'It's been raining for two days now and the rain that falls from the cold, grey sky is of a colour that grieves the soul. Two days... I'm sad from too much feeling and reflect the back onto the window to the sound of water dripping and rain falling. My heart feels heavy and all memories have turned to anguish...'
F. Pessoa

quiet reflections

french dream. on its way.

thinking with pictures and cannot describe 'em in words. like transpotting- stream of images, melting one into another, my thoughts flow and I cannot properly catch any of them. somewhere where was your face for a split second there is a sand of a beach by the Thames and in next few moments it's a child with ice-cream. this kind of stream is unstopable, like a daydream
your face coming back before I'm falling asleep thinking about the warmth of your hands

lines are like roads waiting to start the journey at...

COLD.BUT.SUNNY