Monday, February 25, 2008

coffee no. 132

Years ago I watched a film (or, more probably, only beginning of it) that made such an impression on me that I think of it from now and then. It is strange because I remember neither the title nor the plot. Nothing. In my memory there is only one scene -- the view from the distance, maybe from above of empty, totally white, covered with snow place with only one small cottage... I cannot recollect if somebody was going through the snow, or not. Only this picture and Icelandic calm mood...
I wonder whether one day I will come across this scene on the TV or Internet and snap my fingers: that's it! I wonder whether this scene is *real* at all, or simply changed by my imagination through all of these years...

Saturday, February 23, 2008

coffee no. 131

In the shopping centre I see a man with a big red lipstick mark on his cheek. He is totally unconscious of it while lots of people sent him an uncontrolled smile. Even more funny is the fact that this man is a kind of I-am-very-serious-person -- smart suit, proud pace, the extremely expensive mobile phone in his hand. And the kiss-memory that makes him lovely but also a bit ridiculous (from his point of view, I think). I am almost sure that he will be very angry when he see his face in a mirror -- oh, damn kiss, it has spoiled my image...

Nevetheless, it is always wonderful to see a man with red lipstick mark on his cheek. Always.