Category Archives: secret

ice.

Walking on a thin layer of ice is like cracking creme brulee. The sound and the feeling is exactly the same.

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snow.

Snow covers all dirty secrets and unsaid stories of the city. White coat gives a second life to grey, stinky chimneys, paths and benches. They can feel special for the next few cold months.

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a date.

Filling up a registration form in dating portals is like creating imaginary robots we want to order with free delivery. He has to like blue, apple pie and sunsets. She has to be funny, charming and drink Heineken. One click and the order is done. The reality is a bit tricky though and our robot appears to be a rusty scrap..

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a shell

Almost every seashell used to be a twin. It had its second half, separated by waves. It looks for them all life.

If the shell rests on a sand showing its back – don’t pick it up. It is afraid and it is not you who is meant for it. Leave it . If it shows you its face – it is waiting for you to pick it up gently and take care of it. Give a home to a piece of the sea. Make it believe that after losing a part of themselves they can always find it in someone else…

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window stories

Fingerprints on the bus window. A hidden message for us. Trying to figure out what it says. Who was here before? Do we know them or will meet them one day? There are as many stories as fingers on the glass surface. If we could only understand them…

Photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/21832702@N02/

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tears/ for J.

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Your words made me cry today. Was it a purifying cry? Or a painful one? Or a mix of hope and confusion? Not sure. But these words seemed to break the baloon with hectolitres of tears. It was a secret container kept by me for the black hour, when I become a person not able to cry any more. Feeling light now. And free. Able to dance in the rain.

Photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/hankhession/

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a puzzle

a puzzle

We spend our lifetime on looking for someone who will match our image of perfectly arranged set of puzzle. We care about their shape and texture, their thoughts and personality. We feel we simply cannot exist without them protecting us from our dark sides and cemeteries of buried hopes. Only the feeling of completeness counts.
But we don’t need someone to complete us, we only need someone to accept us completely.

Photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/arenamontanus/