This is about me.
This is so obvious, that people hardly pay any attention at all.
This is what I love.
I love life as it is, though I am a pessimist. I love to smoke, though I kinda quit. I love to cook and I love to eat, though I am always on a diet. I love to read good books, though I hardly have time for it. I love movies, though haven''t seen a good one since... oh... it''s been a long time since. I love my parents to death, though we don''t see each other much and most of the time we fight. I love my friends, though we didn''t hug each other for months and I missed all their Birthdays. Yet - I do love them. I just love the fact that there is so much to love!
I love to wake up early in the morning, surrounded with the silence of the world, when sun has just opened its eyes. The world is mine now, however not for long. That''s why I love nights: there are not that many awls in the streets. Nights are inspiring. Days are necessary. Nights are optional. You can take this luxury for yourself and enjoy it to the core. Yes, I definitely love nights...
I love big cities. Cities are full of lights, full of single little noises, full of colours, voices and dreams. Millions of people running their errands, but feeling of loneliness chalks you mercylessly and your night tears dry out for the sake of the speed of life. Life goes fast in the cities, life never stops, even if you are trying to stop it. Sometimes it feels that your driver left the car and locked you out on the back seat. So you are moving, moving, moving, and you pray that there is enough gas in the fuckin'' tank...
Things number one:
Rain
Aipril and September
Huge bunches of flowers
Single roses
Taxis
Hotels
Brussels, Amsterdam and Paris
Alexandria
Kitchens
Any sufficient body of water
Water without any body
Black dresses
Night clubs and cosy cafes
Turkish coffee
Planes and trains
Silence
Loneliness
Writing
Browsing the streets
Autumn colours
Blue
Sound of chello and violin
Being myself with myself
Tears
the sound of my name coming from someone who cares......
What I hate
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