let's listen to Endless Flight by Gustavo Santaolalla

have a wonderful weekend everyone!

“We can never establish with certainty what part of our relations with others is the result of our emotions - love, antipathy, charity, or malice - and what part is predetermined by the constant power play among individuals.”

/Milan Kundera/

It was a wonderful day today.

My kitten woke me up with nuzzling my face and purring. Then I realized that my room became a camera obscura therefore I could see on the wall of my room how wind blew the branches of trees outside only by the light that came in through a little hole of the shutters.

After my mum made me some eggy bread and delicious tea for breakfast, we had to run a few errands downtown. I found some "new" vintage dresses in my favourite second-hand shop. Then we got home and cooked an extraordinarily fantastic lunch together.

Finally, we went swimming and taking a sauna to the local termal spa, where I managed to accomplish my mission that was to swim 1000 meters while thinking of nothing.

Arriving home, I felt so satisfied and inspired that I decided to take some photos. So I did.

I LOVE SATURDAYS!

a spacetree hurtling down in a lightbox...

...avagy a fénydobozban zuhanó űrfa.

if you see yourself like your enemies or your friends do, you don't know yourself at all.

 

"Grandparents are a delightful blend of laughter, caring deeds, wonderful stories and Love."

When I was a child, I asked my grandma to stepdance with me in the kitchen and she did. She made me sandwiches for breakfast, put them on the top of the convector to make them hot and crisp and brought them into bed for me. She let me eat the rest of hot pudding out of the pot and didn't say my stomach would hurt as my mother always did.

My other grandma arranged a soup eating contest for us, her grandchildren every time we spent the weekend at hers. The one who had eaten the soup the fastest, usually won a bar of chocolate that was called as "premium" by grandma. She let us spend the whole night in our secret shelter we built up in the middle of the living room. She dressed up pretty and put some lipstick on even when she just popped off for a short to do the daily shopping. She read out folk-tales, taught me how to play Dama, how to solve crosswords, how to decide what's wrong and what isn't, how to choose and how to forgive.