He's sitting astride on me, making the ornament on my back, blocking on the right. The map above the left natis, in the rythm witch is faster as it should be. Claptrap. The situation unwanted 'cause is louder and louder, voices are changed. The floor is creacking and is a little bit stuffy. I say, inessential, it's the chaotic reasoning, for sure not erudition. Kind of foolishness, tone is changing, plus shout. On my windowsill - not ended breakfast, we don't eat frankforters, I drink tea, and recently eat spinach. I cannot explain, so I am prattling, this is a breakfast, here I lighting the cigarette. I remember, in the train the girl was smoking, still squinting how the cigarrette looked like. I'm smoking differently, but today I feel that it is amply scenic, I can shout but it's loud enough.

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.

Winter is coming with all of her packet. I'm not waiting for this cold light on my floor. I don't know any apology of changes at the moment, these days I don't understand, absolutely.

Milky mornings it's still present case. And the case is simple, you meet the person, you fall in love. 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.

I'm just wondering why some people in the buses don't upbraid these persisting guys, yesterday totally drunk man knukled down the redhead one and still nudged him with no redhead's backlash. Maybe it was lack of the motivation, we have dog days here, yup.

I haven't shown photos here and causes - university, work at the weekends and photography on the other hand . But (!) what amazes me, in october i'm going as a scholar to Finland for five months.
In addition, now I admire colours, by pentacon six and tessar's lens take photos for my closest people in usual moments of their lives, some pozes, some spontaneous.
I love photos of lazies mornings, sleeping friends, supple lights and shadows in their rooms, I still like sleeping and mornings are important for me, maybe not symbolic but so clear and airy, even if it's strange around here, even in one here or there aren't that quietly as I want to.