Self-response to “I got it but why we blog”?

In June this year I wrote about the question above, waiting for some answers and I got two. Since then my blog grew and I feel good about it. I don’t ask anymore why we blog because I suppose the reasons for everyone are different. For me, I can sum up: (…)

Again another week (…) and Paul Celan

One week passes like nothing. Why does everything goes so fast? I mean, I still feel that it could be Monday but it is already Saturday. I look back to this week and I think what I’ve done?

I do that – looking back – actually every week. This week was special. For me.

I read the first time Paul Celans poems and I have to admit that I like his poems. Before this incident I’ve hated poems. I didn’t see anything in them. There were encrypted and I was never ever able to find a clue. I mean I thought so. But now I read the most enciphered poems from a German writer and I feel touched. Not only touched, I really feel destroyed in my own soul. He bonds me to him with his words and that is amazing. Why do I feel so close to these words, even if there are so encoded? I read his poems like I’ve never read any. (…)

Reflections

I see in the mirror and see a reflection – it indicates the past and the future. I know that this one should be me. But it isn’t me. I mean it is me because I can see a picture – of me. But still it is not me. And what kind of picture I do have from me? (…)

Wow!

I don’t know what happen but last week I was in my blog stat by only  something around 100. After more as a week of abstinence  I was surprised to see that I had more than 100 clicks to my blog. And I only wanted to thank all who visit my blog. (…)

Nice perspective

Young, cute and so sexy.

After a long walk through a park we arrived at one apartment and talked. Not so deeply and actually not that much.  But I was captivated by this body. Everything seems at the right place and there are tattoos at the right positions. Beautiful. Hot!!! I never thought that I could think about a person like that and furthermore I can’t stop to imagine, kissing, touching and feeling. So close but in the same way so far away.