This goes on...and on...and on...and on...

It is vital to have something that will never change for you. An untouchable core to bear you essentials so that no matter how far you may happen to slip always to have a ground to return to and start rebuilding.

Blindfold

Just as with anything of real importance you realize how much hope means to you when you lose it. “Better late then never” should not be taken for granted. Sometimes “late” is just as good as “never”. Sometimes doing it wrong is much better than not doing it at all but that occurs to you so late that you wish it has occurred you never.

Words are tricky aren’t they?

In suspense

I entered a FB competition to win free tickets for the Jane’s Addiction concert in London on August 30^th. The condition was to write in a comment why I should be given those tickets. The winner will be announced later today. No, I don’t think I’ll be picked up-they will probably choose an UK resident anyway. But I have a whole Friday of day-dreaming yet to go and as far as I’m concerned that is an infallible recipe for a good time. And if I happen to be the lucky one? To arrange travel and accommodation at the last minute can be nerve- and wallet-breaking…but that’s a chance that comes once in a lifetime and you can’t say “no” to that. Besides, living a dream is priceless. 

It isn’t about the free of charge tickets of course. I simply lost track of time and missed to buy my own tickets before the show got sold out.

And now I wait. Oh, my, to think I have a chance to feel that rapture again…

Don't let the truth ruin a good story

There has to be more to life than what it seems there to be. And if there isn’t then I’ll have to invent it.

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I miss my Vincent. Pain is still suffocating as if it was just yesterday that I parted with him.

I love the taste of magic early in the morning.

Last night was uneasy with me waking up a few times for no apparent reason and each time there would be one and the same song on my mind-Brian May’s “Too much love will kill you”. Why that song?! I haven’t heard it in years and frankly speaking it's not my cup of tea. So when the alarm rang at 5 a very sleepy version of me crept into the kitchen and switched on the TV. I always leave the TV set on VH1 Classic to make sure the first thing I'd see for the day wouldn’t be shocking and obscene (you can always trust VH1 Classic for that). Imagine my amazement when I saw Brian May’s face slowly emerging on the screen as the set was coming to life. I turned the volume up-yes, it was that very song.

Red

My China rose (that resembles a tree rather than a plant) produced a single bud that sadly fell off before it had the chance to fully bloom. I didn’t want to dispose of it before trying my luck with the camera. I think it worked pretty well:

Bobo

The dignity he oozes is almost physical-he wears it as if he is an heir to the throne living incognito.