Monday, 26 July 2010

Port

If we don't know which port we are heading to, there is no fair wind.

Cultivate empathy - Beware of sympathy

Hogy vagy?

Our lives are ruled by those things which we can not express.

A kérdőjel

My heart valves got loose a bit*

Oh, heart, you the hose of pain

Hormons are baying

Gift

...és akkor...

Growing up

At the age of 34 I became grown up.
Simple formula:
(18-2) 16+18=34
(*right away I started to grow old too)

One day maybe.

Today all day long I was in water

Than I walked. Later I went into the cinema.

Cloudless core of heaven