Make me jealous, sweetheart!


I don’t have a feeling of possessing  someone. Weird? Not at all.
Like I never believed my daughter belongs to me. I had a feeling that she was somehow lent to me. As if I was chosen!  It was my task to raise her, to teach, to help her, to form and shape her into a person I am proud of.  And then let her go.  She belongs to the world now – as it was also before. World is open and calling for her and I am confident let her go. Continue reading Make me jealous, sweetheart!


Till the last drop

Till the last drop

Really good cappuccino is hard to find. You try different coffee beans, types of milk, different distant locations and baristas, you taste and waste, drink all or leave after the first sip.
You go in circles and try again, give the second and the third chances, you try to stay away for a while.  Sometimes only the art on the top is good, sometimes – only the body, the taste, the strength, the texture of foam. But then you suddenly find all in one. Lucky you!

Relationship is like a cup of cappuccino with a nice art on it.

If the taste was amazing, the foam was firm, the strength was sufficient and art lasted till the very last drop, nothing else matters. You enjoyed the taste of it to the fullest and before the last sip you still remember why you’ve ordered it…

Living life …a shame or pleasure?

DSC_9259 copyWe do serious things, we do stupid things, we do risk, so we drink champagne; we don’t see red flags and never use the white ones; we pay and get for free; we do trust and hate; we believe in miracles tomorrow and we stick to the reality today. One moment we are about to give away our independence and the next moment we are so happy to have our life back.

We do live. According to our own rules, understanding and  we even try to push some boundaries. Successfully or not.But  we have stories  to think, to talk and remember about.

As A.V. said, it’s worth living a life which is a pleasure to remember and  a shame to tell about…

I live a colorful and a bit bittersweet  life, which is interesting to remember and no shame at all to write about. Current chapter of my book seems to be very interesting and long (?). It’s a pity I succeed to write only 1/10 part of the story yet. But I really enjoy every second of writing it, the same as  playing part in that story:)