They told me my writing is a pose.
What the hell they knew…
All in Tender Memories
FAREWELL 2015 – PROJECT “52”
My dear friends and you, occasional visitors, that might’ve wondered here lost and with no aim, I have a confession to make.
I’ve sinned...
IN MY EYES, IN MY NAME – project “52”
The wise people were blind.
I can still see.
RUSTING MEMORIES, KEYS AND EVEREST – project “52”
I gave you all the keys to my heart…
(strewn keys as riddle),
SAMSON, DELILAH AND THE OTHER WOMAN – project “52”
Standing behind him, she was resting her hands on his hair and impulsively patting the long blond locks that were streaming down his shoulders. He was staring in her face through the big barber’s mirror. His pupils – so wide open, one can’t understand if he was scared, angry or excited.
RICE PUDDING or WHO GETS THE CROWN
Rice pudding...
Or we might as well call it The Apple Of Discord in my family. You see, everybody – could that be my Grandmother, could that be Mamma or even mum’s sister, Aunty Olga – they all thought they were holding the crown of the rice pudding.