My daily madness

 

Baby: That was the summer of 1963 – when everybody called me Baby, and it didn’t occur to me to mind. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles came, when I couldn’t wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I’d never find a guy as great as my dad. That was the summer we went to Kellerman’s.

Me: That was the summer of 2014 – when everybody called me Baby, and it didn’t occur to me to mind. That was after President Kennedy was shot, after the Beatles came, when I couldn’t wait to join the university, and I thought I’d never find a guy as great as my dad. That was the summer when I sit at home alone and did nothing but reading and watching Dirty Dancing.

Well, this similarity is just coincidental. I have also curly hair, like Jennifer Grey’s. I’m preparing for university (but not to the Peace Corps), and yes I dance quite well….

But there is a giant difference there aren’t any handsome “Jhonny” on the horizont!

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Art

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It’s hard to define what is art. Because art is everything. Art is everywhere.
It’s so universal. Art not only includes the classic things like music, writing and painting. Art is more than you think. It’s your life. And you are an artist. The artist of your life. You paint the background, write the story and compose the soundtrack.

And the question is : what make us a good artist? 
Well, I don’t know yet. Maybe I will never know. Maybe it’s not too important. But you have to realize that your art is your responsibilty. Take care of it.

Art is in your mind and in our soul. 

A piece from my story

Maud’s farewell

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You know, Will, there are five years behind us and it’s quite a long time. People change day by day, thus in 1826 days some kind of metamorphosis have been occured with everybody. On you too, on me too. Now, you are standing in front of me with your Mickey Mouse smile with the excuse that you didn’t have time for me so far. After five years, now I’m standing in front of you summoning all of my courage and say: that’s a quite weak excuse. You’re not that scrubby 18-year-old yet and I’m not that silly 16. I grew up, I think, without you. You were away and you came to me once in a bluemoon with your usual questions without any sense. And you are totally wrong if you thought that I’ll waiting for you til the end of time.

Forgive me, if I dissapoint you. I have already forgiven for the disappointments you caused me.

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Frog Prince?

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On the way home from work, three frogs were jumping next to me, or if it sounds better they accompained me as far as. Whether I missed the chance again to kiss one of them to change into a gallant prince? I don’t really know that which is worse: for me, that I don’t have a prince now, or for them that one of us would be a human again? 

Well, this was the daily fable from the real world.