Pieśń kosmosu

I was walking next to the sports field and looking at the small hill on the other side of it. It used to look so huge to me. Every winter, as soon as the snow had fallen down, I was running there with my sledges and got crazy with other kids. Going up and ride down hundred times a day. Every lunch tasted delicious afterwards.
At the top of the hill is a metal sculpture from the 70'. It's name is "The outer space's song" and it still makes me feel a bit frightened. Especially when it's dark and the wind is moving the upper part of the sculpture, making a scary noise.
Today I looked at the hill and the word "hill" sounded completely inadequate. It looked rather plain to me.
Did I grow up?
But I'm still overwhelmed by the forest. It's deep green, big and thick, old trees, darkness in the middle of a sunny day... There I'm still just a little girl.

Whatever

I've never been thinking about popularity of tv series. Some of them I liked some, some not. Some of them I found completely stupid, some interesting. Like everyone. Lately I have stopped watching almost all of the ones I used to like. But today, I got a little sad, I was reading a book and thinking what to do next. The only thing that came to my mind was to watch another episode of "The Sopranos". I didn't feel much like watching a movie, just a serial.
So I came to a conclusion that I didn't want to see something new, something that will make me think too much. I wanted to see something familiar. I have already "get to know" the characters and now I just wanted to "meet" them again.
I guess old ladies, who spend their days alone at home feel better when they "know" some tv family for years.They are always there, on the tv screen, and they will never turn their backs on those ladies.
Some may show them life they always wanted to live but had no chance.
eeerr... nevermind.

babies

I walk P. home yesterday. Her baby was sleepy and thus whiny, so she was carrying him in her arms. I was just pushing the stroller.
- Look, Igorek, who is there? Grandpa? Look there!
- Hey! Igorek! Hey hey!
Igor didn't look at him anyway.
- Good morning! - I said.
- Watch out, it maybe contagious! - said P.'s father in law with a smile under his moustache.
So what is contagious? Having a baby? Come on Liv, be a nice girl.
- Hehe, no...
- Well, you should be already pregnant after the tournament!
Do I look like a whore?!
Another guy in my list with a bad sense of humour.

looking for the summer

I feel the green all around.
Grass is green.
Trees are too.
So am I.
Happy.

sun, cofee and a blanket

I feel so tired and lazy... I don't feel like doing anything. Reading seems to be to tiring, just to lie down is too boring. So I'm sitting here, covered with blanket and with a cup of fake cofee.
Yesterday I couldn't sleep again. Maybe because before going to bed I was watching some report, that even made me cry a bit. I saw our ombudsman for children talking that homosexuality is a plauge that is coming from the western Europe, and we have to stop it. Don't let it spread inside our country. That hurt.
Then those young people, future of our nation, shouting about "normalcy" ? Something about faggots. That only man and woman is a normal family. That homosexuals should get to some therapy to cure their disorders.
A guy, their techie, was having some silly lecture, that sounded completely like in a church. He was talking about being obedient as a most important thing in life. Renunciation is something that will make us stronger and better. Good and abd, are the only criteria. And democracy can not exist.
I was terrified looking at their faces. So focused.
Then on 14th of february they were giving some posters that were saying about love to our country. Some other, funky girls, nearby where calling themselves 'educators' and were talking about contraception. Encouraging to use condoms to stop unwanted pregnancies etc. So those girls went to our heros and gave them something, saying 'with love to neighbors'.
'So for what are the rubbers then?' - asked their spokesman.
'To prevent from HIV, for example.'
He looked disgusted and answered through the bullhorn
'Normal diseases are flu, pneumonia and that things!'
I was even more sad and angry. I wouldn't be, but this youngsters are becoming ministers... they are responsible for our country... :( thinking about it really hurts... They are closing their minds and... no, I won't say anything more.
When I finally mangage to fall asleep I dreamt that I was dead. But as I was a ghost I was trying to let my friends know that I'm still there. I will leave it without comments.

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.