Fear has a large shadow but it itself is small. Still, it is our biggest deceiver. It sadistically comes up as uninvited guest in our happy moments and spread its thick shadow above all beautiful emotions living vividly in us. It thrills us in silent horror and sketch in our minds apocalyptic scenes. It feeds itslef with this horror, grow bigger and eventually take us over. It embraces us in its cold hands and pushes us down until we silently whimper from pain in the soul. From the lack of vision. From anger with our own weakness. In an attempt to fight, we stretch tiredly a hand and we lay…

Emotions. They come as a tide. They overtake you ruthlessly and urge you towards a whole new universe of feelings. They play with you as a small child in the sandpit of despair or immense joy. They ascend you for a moment and then tantivy throw you at the bottom of the ocean of broken dreams. Their blades nail your naked soul and inflict the last stroke. How light and ephimeral could the soul be..as a fairy. And how it hurts when it is wounded. It dashes as waves against the rocks of the flesh and crashes as foam…until the next wave. For eternity. Everything in you becomes desolate. And…

I am thinking about love. Just like that – a woman, mother, wife and not easily falling in love person. I have always been impressed by the expression ‘love from first sight’ and more so from those who swear that they have fallen in love from the very first sight. How do you do that, dudes? I need way more than just a single glance, multiple blinks, considerations, discussions with all blondes, brunettes, red heads and other colorful pieces of art from the friends’ circle…and still there is no guarantee that love will blossom. The first sight simply touches the cover of something which filling we are quite unaware of.…

I travel. I experience. Each trip inflames my imagination, feeds my excitement to the unknown and reminds me how many places expect to be found and explored. Like dreams. The speed with which I can prepare my baggage for the new adventure surpasses the mightiness of an avalanche. It sets fire to the excitement and expectations. To the impatience. The destination that anchors deep in my heart as a ship at the bottom of the Mariana trench is definitely Venice. My soul tweets as a nightingale in early morning from longing to this magical city. My last visit to Venice left with me the flavor of something unpleasant. The most…

And because faith resembles a florist on San Marco square, stalks of colorful surprises slink from everywhere. Subject to few exciting circumstances and a bouquet of faithful unexpected happenings, since recently I have been living in a land inhabited by lords. So much aristocracy, magic and enigma at one place could rarely be seen in a small city as Edinburgh. Each look outside and every walk (even to the shop) are a splendid binge for the senses, and above all, the worldview. Smiley passers-by, polite cavaliers, impressive architecture, greenery and order so dynamically power the hormones that the feeling resembles the delirium from pregnancy after the first trimester. And since Edinburgh…

I adore the sun rise… Watching how the burning globe slowly and dignifiedly ascends over the morning stalk of grass kissed by the dew. It soars majestically up in the sky and fondles with its warmth the forest in the distance. It spreads life and power which go through me and shake me as electricity. I love gazing at the rays which secretly sneak through the clouds and touch the ground. I like this picture of the perfect morning. I am reborn with each new day and every single sun rise – better, happier and stronger. Almost like the sun set that with its magic captivates me to madness. It…

I am not a gamer. My ideal for well spent time comprises of a glass of white wine and friends altogether. The only game that I have been playing for 32 years so far is Life. Harsh. Sweet. Challenging. Mind blowing. Loving. Joyful. Visious. Sad. Disappointing. Promising. Frankly speaking I had completed lots of levels some of which with smile, others with lips curved as a wasted croissant. The idea is that my female personification of Super Mario is doing pretty well. For 32 levels. The future ones are a mystery but I am already in a row. If we exclude the Saturn return, the Venus retrograde and a couple…

I wanted it for years. For many years. My imagination pictured it in various forms at various places. Finally, it blossomed on the lower part of my right foot. In colors, symbolism and complete glamour. My first tattoo was the product of all search engines, million (at least) Pinterest screenshots, uncompromisingly long discussions with all my girlfriends and finally a meeting with Smokov brothers. Everything that I wanted was melt and refracted through the perspective of Pavel. He drew the perfect poppy on my leg and gave me a day to fall in love with it. A day later I was already in the tattoo chair in the studio. Contrary…