Winter's Arrival, Amsterdam - by Yary Dluhos ....... In the canals of Mokum, my love, I am drowning every Monday and come back to life Friday night. ................. The peace is the absence of life, and the wind blows strong, almost angry with us. ................. In the canals of Mokum, my love, I am drowning … Continue reading In the canals of Mokum, my love.
Some people say they love you with their own way. It does not seem obvious, love itself is not obvious. Sometimes it may take decades to say a thank you, our minds play tricks. For the times you acted weird thank you. I get it now a little, at last. For the happy times you … Continue reading The oldman in Patras square.
If you wanted to be something if you have ever dreamed to be something else except human. What would that be? What is the one thing? The one you know is weird and could not tell to anyone? Don't you dream to be something else? I am not one of those to judge. Babe, you … Continue reading One tree in Vondelpark.
Chandler looking at city lights on a rainy day. (F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Season 4) Like a warm stream of air crossing from her smile to your heart, while making blind ourselves to the melancholy that is never going to last. Our world painted by the color of love and hurt. Watching the dream unfold in front of us, … Continue reading City lights.