Sun

Lazy day

Agnieszka: Wait, it will be Easter soon, we should write something about it too.. some connection..
Liv: Yeah, like "why it is good to eat eggs"
A: Hahaha "10 resons why eggs are worth eating"
L: More like "10 resons why it is good to have some egg in your mouth this Easter"
A: Haha you can't imagine more sexy thing, than a woman with a whole egg in her mouth
L. Point 10. Which eggs are we talking about..? muahahaha
A: You better keep on thinking about the topics
L: I do, I do! I think in action. Look, I have finished... my masterpiece.
A: Show me what have you done... - she looked at my piece of paper, quickly filled with some colorfull lines and a title "Piece Of Art" - uhum... you better take off that hood from your head! Your brain is getting too hot.

my new baby

I lied down on my bed, decided to study a bit. After a while I took my eyes off the book, thinking about something. I looked at the big, white stain on the wall. It's right above my bed and really annoys me. Someone must have crushed something into that place, as the paint went off together with a piece of the wall. I started to think how to cover it. It's too low to just put a picture there... Especially when I had already three pictures above.
And then it came... :P
The idea! ;D
I couldn't focus on reading anymore. I jumped out of the bed, grabbed the scissors, a Monday's newspaper and after few songs, three small sausages and 3/4 of "Lost" chapter it was ready.
My new baby...
I'm a proud mother of "The Mucha Tree" ;)




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Now playing: Röyksopp - So Easy
via FoxyTunes

dreams

Thick fog, trains and a friend who instead of taking care of me is trying to pick me up. My tutor is forcing me to do the difficult task and is angry that I don't even now what Trock is. It was very tiring to be sitting with an empty sheet of paper, not knowing what to write there.
- There is no Wisła - I said to my mum, looking out of the window. Because of the fog I couldn't even see the river, neither the view of the city. But I was already in the train, alone. On the bridge. With the train I was going here and there, without any visible reason. I met a lot of people from erasmus one the small railway station in Laskowice Pomorskie. You were not there. You asked our friend to look after me. But he was just embracing me with a big grin on his face.
- I thought you were gay - I said to him - or... are you just bisexual?
His face didn't change, he just nodded.
- Uhum.
But that all was just a dream. Just some thoughts from yesterday which turned into a movie, plus some fiction. That's what dreams are about.

Sunday

I'm wondering what is so special about Sunday's morning? There must be something, because you just need to look out the window and you know it's Sunday.
Is that the birds are singing in a different way?
Does the sky look different?
Does the sun shine brighter?
Is green more green?
Do people look different?
Is it just more quiet and peaceful?I don't know the answers. But I can easily tell you when it is a Sunday's morning.

this day has no colours

I'm sitting in my room with empty, cold walls. The desk in front of the window, a lamp, a bed and some boxes with clothes. It's all I have here.
The guy that is making my closet was supposed to come here today. But he didn't. He fell from the stairs, injured his arm and blah blah blah... I guess he just couldn't make it on time. What's the difference anyway. My closet is still not here and all our plans get screwed. Shit happens, I wouldn't bother about it much, but...
But in the morning, when we were going to buy some other stuff to my room some stupid woman was trying to get into the roundabout in front of us. While she should wait. That wouldn't be so bad, that things happens, but she even used a car horn! I have no idea why. I guess she didn't now much about the road rules. But my dad was really pissed off, as it's not the first time this week that someone doesn't know how to drive and still is very self confident.
So I have my second breakfast of anger and bitterness.
Yummy, eat honey, eat.
Taste awful, I have tried to forget about it but that seems impossible.
I'm tired. I don't want to talk. I would like to lyie down, next to Gerardo. Hug him, and just stay like that, listening to a music.
I went to visit my grandma. I know she waits for me everyday. But the sad truth is that there is not much that we can talk about. I like to listen to her sometimes but I don't like to talk about myself.
- What did you have for your lunch?
Oh, I just felt like hugging her. Like I used to when I was a little girl. And even a bit bigger girl. I turned on Fashion tv and we were criticising models. And clothes. I was just trying not to keep up the subject of my grandad. I know she misses him. I know... but what can I do?
I get off from the bus one stop earlier to walk a little. I passed my highschool... so many changes since I've been there last time. Cold wind was mulishly trying to get under my clothes but I didn't care much. Soon there will be real spring. With sun, blue sky and high temperature. In that moment I had good music in my ears and some nice ideas in my head, so why to care about the weather.

Oh.. it got dark. Who cares, this day didn't have colours anyway.

A song. Still a bit silly but final version :) Oh, who cares, you have to try everything in your life ;)

taking red mobile to my hand
writing some dirty words
shall I send them or not?
will you think that I am hot?

I cross the street
dizzy of double-deckers
why they're on my right?
I'm looking to left and fuck
from where came this black cab?

Fishergate full of strangers
what all these people want?
is this really the language?
where are all the ones I know?

walking up the christ church street
I can not be a bird
so I'm just a cat in boots
black hottie in red shoes

wanna see you playing guitar
draw your picture in a black chair
I just want to make you smile
and no, I don't wanna say goodbye

wanna hear your laugh
hear you saying goodnight
oh, I know...
oh, I know, it's not the time