Tuesday, December 23, 2008


Pack your bag and put on your red traveller's hat. Get your ticket, your passport and your adventurous ass on the road. Stand in line for the security check, take off your shoes and listen to the engines of the planes outside roar impatiently. See those big steel birds with a black box, an autopilot, and lots of free drinks on board? They can take you anywhere.

Let's get away. Let's see the world for what it really is. We are no longer tourists, we are explorers. Our eyes are wide open to see, to experience, to understand. We have the freedom now. We are no longer confined in the solitude of our own limitations and ignorance. Let's go to France and Italy and Spain. Let's eat fried bugs in Bangkok and raw fish in Tokyo. Let's salsa in Havana and tango in Buenos Aires. The beaches, and the mountains, and the planes, and the oceans. This is our world now.

We are the plane-hoppers.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Random thought of the week

I crave you more than I have ever craved ... chocolate.

10 things that make me happy on a winter Saturday

1. Watching the snow falling.
2. Getting outside on my porch and trying to catch the snowflakes.
3. Drinking warm red wine with pieces of apple
4. Playing around with my camera
5. Re-reading some poems that I already know by heart
6. Watching a 1975 SNL episode with George Carlin
7. Calling my sister to tell her I love her
8. Skating for an hour
9. Getting a drink with old friends
10. Going to bed knowing what a perfect day that was.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Food for thought or thought for food?

If we accept Maslow's hierarchy of needs, then our physiological needs will always stand first, disabling our attempts to put mind over matter. You can't eat poetry, for example. And if our behavior is indeed biologically programmed - a result of years of evolution - then how do we break out of that pattern?

Often times people get so wrapped up in their daily tasks that they simply forget about the thousand other things that life has to offer them. They operate on autopilot for years: doing things just because everyone else is doing them. They move along a mapped path, as it is much easier to swim with the tide, than go against it.

I've never been much of a spiritual person. I've always prided myself on having my feet firmly on the ground. That has often resulted in me questioning everything before I decide to experience it. Some would call it a realistic approach to life, others might call it skeptical. Still, I believe that the mind is a powerful tool, as long as you know how to tune it. There is a bit of a chance to your life but it's mostly a sequence of events that result from the decisions you make. So, if you decide to drive in a completely different direction, chances are - you'll break the pattern.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Random thought of the week

I just realized that skating is not much more difficult than wearing heels.


Yours are the most beautiful words
That I have ever heard
Scattered sound waves in the open air
I close my eyes and breathe them in

They are sweet and bitter, happy and sad
Rolling off the tip of the pen
Falling off the page before me
Little, shiny pieces of your soul

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Random photo of the week

Random thought of the week

Sex on the beach is not just a drink.

Thursday, November 6, 2008


Imagine it this way: if I make you a meal, and it tastes like crap, will you tell me or will you just smile at me and eat it? Will I be more irritated with you for calling me a bad cook or for not telling me the truth? And will you be more willing to speak sincerely and take the consequences or bottle it up in you and let it keep upsetting you by not talking about it?

This is what a relationship is about. It seems that it takes a lot of skill to pick out the times to be honest and the times to keep your mouth shut so that you don't hurt the other person's feelings. You might need to make compromises. Even if it sometimes means tucking your opinion under the doormat, before you step in. Honesty is important, we just need to be careful with the delivery.

I guess what I'm trying to say is: I'm sorry.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

I still catch the smell of musk
On the bed we slept in

But my fingers have their memory
They remember every line

And my mouth had never tasted
Anything more delicious

Whispering back
When I heard your whispers

I looked into your eyes
They were wide open.

My sixth sense tells me
This is no coincidence.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Random photos from last weekend

It's a nice day for fishing in Pomorie...

La Luna:

Sunset through the bus window.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Some more poetry

Maybe a bit awk but here it goes:

I like my clothing label-free
I'll dress simple or stylish or bold
Do I care a sweater's not Cashmere
If all I need is to be warm

I eat food; I don't eat cuisine
I don't care as long as I am hungry
I don't take advice from magazines
What do they know about living

Love can't be quantified or rated
You can't buy feelings at the mall
There's no discount on being hated
Look in your shopping bag - there is nothing inside.
Nothing at all.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Some poetry

Addicted to your words
Like a bookworm on speed
I wait till dawn to get my fix

When I cannot remember
The smell and the taste
Sentences become my senses

But distance is not relevant
If you can get inside my head
With the beauty of your tongue

And I cling to every word
Like there is
Nothing else to hold on to.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008


The time came. Then it passed. Looking around the room, there is nothing that tells me you were ever here. Except for that weird warm feeling in the upper left corner of my stomach. It reminds me that you exist. That you are maybe thinking of me as hard as I am thinking of you. And that you maybe miss me as much as you say you do.

Often times I think that I dreamed the whole thing up. That my mind has finally decided to quit on me and go for a vacation at the Caribbean. Most of it sounds like a book, or a movie, or something that my imagination would throw on the griddle for me to drool over. But I know I have not lost sanity. Not yet anyways.

I have been inspired. By your honesty, your cockiness and your courage to dream.

Dream big.
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