Summertiiiiime and the livin’ is easy...spieva si Ella Fitzgerald lenivo do teplom voňajúceho večera.

Summertiiiime...pospevujem si s Ellou lenivo z kroka na krok po ceste domov. Nie je nič lepšie...alebo vlastne je...keby mi pod nohami utekal slaný mokrý piesok. Niekedy rána voňajú aj tu vo vnútrozemí po mori.

Summertime a privoniate k pýru, prilepí sa vám k nosu hodvábny kvietok a tá vôňa, to je leto.

Summertime...to sú nespratnosti, čo robíme po nociach a bláznivo neskutočné rána, keď len sedím a nerozmýšlam, lebo aj tak netreba

Summertime a mäkká rozmarnosť bozkov, malín a nočnej oblohy, kým nepadne prvá hviezda, to je leto.

Summertime, tá pálivo horúca vášeň po zmrzline a láske a nekonečných tónoch rozozvučaných strún južanskej španielky, leto...

Summertime, na prste voňavosladký lekvár, poležiačky v čučoriedkach nad nami plávajú ovečky z oblakov, ešte stále leto...

Summertime, rytmus a kastanety, extáza tancom, blízkosť aj sloboda...no leto

Summertime, zapletené kvety vo vlasoch, bosé nohy, studený potok v lese a hrejúca zem, sálavý život z nej, moje leto...

Summertime a vzrušenie pred zrkadlom, páči nepáči, chce nechce, dnes alebo nikdy...toto leto...

Summertime a maškrtné myšlienky s medom a mätou...s letom...

Summertime, s anjelom strážnym pri rannej káve, všetko je dovolené v jedinom letnom a letmom okamihu ...

Summertime plný detského smiechu v spŕške kvapiek letného dažďa skáčuc do bublinkových mlák...

Summertime, tajomstvá sveta, čarovné slovká vpletené do vetra...na ochranu...

Summertime, uletený motýľ mojej duše za lúkou letných kvetov...

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Ella si stále spieva svoje lenivé summertiiiime a ja si naboso kráčam letom. :)

A quest...taking away my calm. A road to follow not for money offered but for the road itself. Still a feeling of rush because the sword becomes the first one. A dream. And obstacles. Holding me back. Anger for making excuses at the same time as trying find the solution. The one solution - take a backpack and go. No matter it will cause a problems, no matter what kind of problems it will cause. Waiting for miracle. In knowledge that miracles come only when we make the steps towards our dreams. Balancing on the edge with concerns. This time I wish someone push me...but this will remain for myself only.

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I was watching a movie called The loss of a teardrop diamond. Last sentence the main character - a girl who was not able to fit anywhere, said..."Noone will ever love me but you can get used to me..."
Not really a happyend. She surrender to life she doesnt want. How many of such not-a-happyends arise in daylife? We do compromises of life rather then making a big steps to following dreams. But is it really easier...?

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Today his daily thought really got under my skin...deep deep inside.
"Fear of suffering is worse than suffering itself."

If. If you live with Dorian Grey for some time, is it affecting your soul as well? Does the evil get to your heart to make it unclean and poisoned? I think yes. That’s why any kind of church tries to protect before it and keeps it away. Evil spreads. Like virus. From heart to heart, man to man. The way back is mostly difficult. Scars left on soul cannot be covered or healed. Maybe only with a true miracle. I will pray for that miracle for my heart and my soul. I know Dorian Grey. I lived next to him more then two years.