wine no. 1

KAOHINANI - "gatherer of beautiful things"

Hawaiian name

coffee no. 11

Recently my friend has experienced something unusual, even magical. In very strange circumstances she has met somebody from her forgotten past and it was the beginning of the wonderful, unique friendship.
Surprisingly, many people whom she told the whole story said only, "So what?". They didn't see anything special in it; just a simple coincidence.
How marvelous our life could be if we would be able to know extraordinary things from ordinary ones.

coffee no. 10

"It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride, monseigneur"

Gilbert Parker The Battle of the Strong

coffee no. 9

The other day I was in one of the clubs in my city. Friends of mine met there their acquaintances and we were sitting together. I was chatting with a very friendly woman whom I'd just met. She was very excited because that day she discovered that the picture made by herself had been sold in a gallery. It was the first painting of hers that she'd ever sold. We started to talk about that gallery of art and I was describing her the picture I'd seen there several days ago. I was really delighted by it but unfortunately it was incerdibly expensive. If I only had had enough money, I would have bought it within a second. So I was describing her that painting for about ten minutes and when I finished she was so taken aback that she couldn't say a word. After several seconds of silence she said: "That was my picture, entitled SWEETS. They sold it today". We were surprised and very happy. I met the author of the most fantastic modern picture I've seen lately and she was proud that her art invoked so many feelings in the other person. It was a very magic day for both of us.
Eventually, she promised to paint another version of "Sweets" especially for me.

coffee no. 8

"Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless;
peacocks and lilies, for example".

John Ruskin

coffee no. 7

BROKEN FLOWERS by Jim Jarmusch.
Amazing film. Amazing.
I can't stop thinking about Don...

A man lost in the strange, tricky world may be funny, but after all is very tragic.

coffee no. 6

Last autumn I was with my ex-boyfriend in a beautiful german town. It was quite cold so we decided to spend some time in a cafe in order to warm ourselves.
We were talking and grinning, so happy to be there, or rather to be there together.
When my boyfriend had finished his coffee, he went to the toilet. After a while he came back with a very mysterious smile. I saw that he was hiding something beneath his sweater. And suddenly, he took out a small bouquet of pink-violet cyclamens.

It was cruel, because he plucked them from the pot standing on the way to the toilet. But, on the other hand, that small bravery had the huge importance for me.
I'll never forget those flowers.

coffee no. 5

"Love is friendship set on fire"

French proverb

coffee no. 4

Lullabyes for the end of the day are as important as poems for the beginning.
Really.
Try to fall asleep with this beautiful song:

"The wind plays flute
Through the cellar door
And on my window sill
Plays a sad old song
I hope tonight
You will touch my hair
And draw ghosts on my back..."

MUM The ghosts you draw on my back

coffee no. 3

Yesterday, when I queued to the checkout in a big shop, I noticed a horribly obese man. He seemed to be very nervous, walking back and forth along the hallway. I started observing him, courious what was the reason of his anxiety. At the first moment I thought that probably he couldn't find his wife or friends, but to my surprise it turned out to be something different. He kept looking towards the stand with ice-creams. After a while the man slowly approached there and lined up a quite long queue. He was nonstop staring through the pane and his eyes were madly jumping from one point to another. The variety of colourful ice-creams was huge, so it must have been very hard to choose two or three balls from about twenty flavours. Everyone knows the gaze of children when they are standing in such a place. Their mouth are full of saliva, and they would buy a hundred-ball-ice-cream if they could. That man behaved identically. Doubtless, ice-creams were a forbidden fruit in his paradise. Or rather a little paradise in his hell, I think.
When a woman standing before him took her cornet, and it came to his turn, he suddenly went off from the counter and started walking nervously, again. It was a real torment for him. He knew that he couldn't afford eating a caloric bomb, but he wanted it so much.
I don't know whether he came back to buy an ice-cream at last, or not.
Poor man in the nightmare-like ice-cream land.

coffee no. 2

I think there is something magical in dragonflies.
Each time when I see one of them, I'm sure that it's exactly l'Etre aux ailes de gaze from Charles Baudelaire poem L'Irreparable.
Here is a beautiful lady who posed for the photo yesterday.

coffee no. 1

"Let's pretend this coffee is champagne."
"Why would we do that?"
"Well, to celebrate life."

Coffee and cigarettes
Jim Jarmusch