Sunday, October 30, 2005

coffee no. 20


MY PRIVATE AUTUMN
View from my window.

Saturday, October 29, 2005

coffee no. 19

The bus is full of people. Suddenly we hear music playing very loudly. As far as I'm informed, these are the newest disco (dance?) hits.
Everyone starts looking around in search of the music's source. It can't be the driver because we are standing in the back of the bus. Maybe somebody has the radio with themselves - this idea is rather peculiar but possible as well.
So we are going by the disco-bus on the sunny autumn day. Some people are happy, some angry, some indifferent. I'm after all curious.
At the bus stop the middle-aged man is getting off. He has long beard and disheveled hair. I think he is the kind of bum, the happy and alive one. He holds the biggest portable casette player I've ever seen. Mr Music Lover is showing us his fantastic walkman with a great pride. After a while he adjusts the magic headphones in his ears and starts stamping in the tact of music.

Friday, October 28, 2005

wine no. 3



Exactly two months ago, on 28th July, my another dream came true. I was in Berlin in order to see my favorite band - The Cure. I've seen them for the third time and that concert was wonderful. It's very hard to describe all my feelings, but doubtless it was something exceptional. One of the most memorable moments in life.
We were coming back in the middle of the night in complete silence. No one said a word. In our Curebus (the couch full of fans) we were listening Cure lullabys, e.g. "This twilight garden", "The big hand", "Play"...
I was staring at the sky with tears in my eyes.
The sky was full of stars.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

things that make me smile no. 3


Visions visions visions

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

wine no. 2

I love receiving postcards. It's very nice to know that somebody buys a postcard and after that stops their life for a while to write a couple of words especially for you.
But after all I like receiving postcards because they say many things about the people who send it.
Today I received a postcard from my friend who spends his holiday in Lisbon. It shows not the monuments or landscape but a fragment of the building. From one window to another there are strings on which the colourful laundry is drying. That's all.
That's fantastic.

Monday, October 24, 2005

coffee no. 18

Pale butterflies flying in the moonlight.

Watch.

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Lullaby for this night:

"baleful sunds and wild voices ignored ill luck, disaster, the one reward violated sanctity of supermen's hills so sad, love lies there still, so sad- so sad hollow hills, hollow hills witches too, and goblin too and speckled sills lament, repent, oh mortal you so sad, so sade (fade out)"

Bauhaus Hollow Hills

so sad...

Sunday, October 23, 2005

coffee no. 17

In spring, every Saturday, I attended French lessons. They beginned early morning, so when I was walking, the streets were almost empty and very calm. I loved passing by the Opera house. At that time the singers rehearsed and their sing hovered in the misty air. I was mesmerized by it. Standing alone near the old building I felt like that performance was especially for me. I closed my eyes and time stopped.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

coffee no. 16

Last night I was with my friends in the cafe (that wonderful one, of course ;). The cafe was full of people but they were sitting strangely calmly, only whispering. It turned out that there was a concert and luckily we came for the beginning of it. The singer Natalia (the Russian actress) was standing on the big old table and next to her was sitting the guitarist accompanying her. They looked so lovely in the dark, lighted only with candles inside.
Natalia was singing the old folk Slavic songs in Russian, Czech and Polish. Before each of them she told us the story she would be singing about. All songs were about love but it was something worrying in them. A man asks his sweetheart seven questions - only when she gives him good answers, he will marry her. Sister predicts her brother very hard life and when he grows up, everything come true - he can't find a real love. A man sees three apple trees - they reminds him of his three dead lovers.
Natalia seemed to believe everything she was singing about. In her long dress and old-fashioned shoes she was like a woman out of this world. Woman who KNOWS.

Friday, October 21, 2005

coffee no. 15

"Oh, friend John, it is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles. And yet when King Laugh come, he make them all dance to the tune he play".

Bram Stocker Dracula

Thursday, October 20, 2005

things that make me smile no. 2

My favourite cafe in my city. Outside.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

coffee no. 14

The beautiful, about forty-year-old woman slowly walks the street. She is all dressed in black and extremely elegant. The brand new high-heeled patent-leather shoes, the smart coat, the very expensive handbag. Her blond long hair is ideally done and her full lips are red as wine. Everything in the appearance of that woman is perfect.
I think that she is coming back from a very important meeting, maybe a date. Yes, it must have been a date, because she holds a huge bouquet of flowers.
But one thing surprises and worries me. She is completely sad. The saddness emanating from this person is supposed to fill the air, turn every colour in grey.
When she approaches I can see the black ribbon hanging down the bouquet. The inscription on it is "The Final Farewell".

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Things that make me smile


Moleskine and marbles.

Sunday, October 09, 2005

coffee no. 13

Yesterday I saw a reportage of eleven-year-old boy. He and his poor family (unemployed parents, two sisters, two brothers and the grandmother) live in an old, devastated house, without running water. Moreover, they have only one room, full of furniture and scattered, predominantly broken toys.
It's the beginning of December. Everyday after school the boy gives out leaflets, helps people in cleaning their houses, and only sometimes fishes with his friend.
All the earned money he spends on food for his family. Except a couple of coins that he hides deep in his pocket.
On Christmas Eve day, early morning, he counts this change. Next he goes to the market and buys a box of cookies. The cheapest cookies in the world. At home he arranges them in seven equal heaps and after that puts into the small bags.
In the evening the whole family stand beside the Christmas Tree with these gifts in their hands. And with happiness exploding in their eyes.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

coffee no. 12

The first place I visit when I arrive in Prague is RESTAURACE BONA VITA at Vaclavske Namesti. Always.
The interior looks rather normal, without redundant luxury or crazy mess - it's a good place for meeting friends, having a delicious meal or simply a cup of coffee.
At first sight BONA VITA seems to be very ordinary but when one sits at the table, everything changes. In the middle of each table, under a square pane, there are... butterflies.
Amazing butterflies of colorful glass.
Every time when I'm sitting there I imagine that these beautiful creatures suddenly start flying above our heads. And I smile then, because I feel so happy and secure that I could fly with them.