I'm catching grapes in my mouth. It means I trust. Later I draw myself up, my spine is walloping with the dignity. It's the newest praise of enjoyment.

Milky mornings are still present case. And the case is simple, you meet a person, you fall in this. It's simple, I loud simple things, safe platitudes. When something is complicated and unclear you know that is pretentious. It should be in simple way. I love milky mornings, milky metaphores, milky bars in the end. Milky mornings with this lightness of being, without explanation, the time, when you check the circuit of your ankles and kluckles, the surface of your chest, calfs, stomach. I love these little things in the morning, these rituals, cup of coffee for goodmorning, curtains, the frost, and everything twice.