Wednesday, November 30, 2005

coffee no. 35

My orchid has bloomed last night. I have been waiting for this moment almost the whole year. Small miracle.

Monday, November 28, 2005

coffee no. 34

The very important sign of every friendship is a moment when people are laughing at the same things, situations, etc. They need not to speak about it, to nudge one another or cough meaningly. Both of them simply know. What is more, these things amuse only them, and are missed by the others.
Some hours after such experience, my friend said to me: "Our lifes must be put into quotation marks".

Lullaby for this night: Cranes Far away

Sunday, November 27, 2005

coffee no. 33


I am scared of old photos and I love them as well. Very strange. In my favourite cafe there are a lot of almost one hundred year old pictures on the walls. They were probably bought on the flea marked and nobody can tell who the photographed people were. I adore staring at them, especially at night, trying to imagine these men and women alive. What did they like, were they happy, had their dreams come true?...
A couple of days ago I read an article about a man who all his life has been working in the funeral company. He also makes the medallions (I do not know if it is a proper word - I mean people's photos on china, placed on graves). That man told that his collaborator who died recently could read from the photos the medallions were made from. He could tell many things what was the dead like. And predominantly he was right. I am very curious what would he have told about the photos in the cafe if he had seen them. And also about this one I place here. It hangs over my friend's bed and always arouses fear in myself. The bride's eyes are so strange...

Thursday, November 24, 2005

coffee no. 32

I adore a moment in Peter Greenaway's film THE COOK, THE THIEF, THE WIFE AND HER LOVER when beautiful Georgina leaves the table and enters the toilet. Her red dress changes then its colour into white. When she comes back to the table, the dress is red again.
God is in the details.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

coffee no. 31

A doctor is being interviewed on TV. He is talking about harmful effects of smoking and creates terrifying visions of a lung cancer, mouth cavity cancer and larynx cancer. Everything would be ok unless the fact that the man has a very peculiar and totally inappropriate to the things he says nervous tic. From time to time he winks an eye.
He looks as if he was sending us a hidden message - "don't treat it seriously. I'm only joking".

Sunday, November 20, 2005

coffee no. 30

Saturday, November 19, 2005

coffee no. 29

And that was all, except for the cold and silence
That promised to last forever, like the hill.

Anthony Hecht The hill

Friday, November 18, 2005

things that make me smile no. 4

It is snowing. My first snow this year. I'm standing beside the window, staring as if it was the first snow in my life. And I'm mesmerized.

coffee no. 28

Last night, in my favourite cafe, I made friends with a couple of fantastic men.
The first one had beautiful eyes and was very, very smart. He came up to me and without a single word laid his head on my knees. I touched his forehead and felt that he was smiling. After a while I said, "Hello, it is nice to meet you" and to my surprise he gave me his paw. It was the most wonderful dog I've ever known...
The second was very handsome Englishman. We were talking about literature and suddenly he changed the subject telling me that I look like the actress who plays the starring role in US sitcom THE NANNY. I still don't know whether it was a compliment or a joke...
The third one was a man who, like me, likes eavesdropping people in trams. So we were sharing our stories that sometimes were quite similar. Not every person treats the conversation about eavesdropping people in trams like something normal...

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

coffee no. 27

"You don't want a million answers as much as you want a few forever questions. The questions are diamonds you hold in the light. Study a lifetime and you see different colors from the same jewel."

Richard Bach

Monday, November 14, 2005

coffee no. 26

14 November 1911
To awaken on a cold autumn morning full of yellowish light. To force your way through the half-shut window and while still in front of the panes, before you fall, to hover, arms extended, belly arched, legs curved backwards, like the figures on the bows of ships in old times.

Franz Kafka Diaries

Saturday, November 12, 2005

coffee no. 25

One of my friends who works in the bookshop told me about very peculiar customer. That man buys several books a month but the process of buying is long-standing and really strange. They call him "Mr. Perfectionist" because he carefully chooses not the novel itself (or another kind of book) but the copy of it. The situation is always the same. When he knows what he would like to buy, he asks the assistant to show him all the copies they have in the shop. Next, he precisely compares one book with another, for example opening the two books on the same page and checking the colour of paper, types, and God only knows what else. Sometimes this occupation takes him more than hour. Finally he finds the ideal copy and buys it.
I wonder how does he read the books. Maybe in gloves...

Thursday, November 10, 2005

coffee no. 24

Li Po
Autumn River Song

The moon shimmers in green water.
White herons fly through the moonlight.

The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts:
into the night, singing, they paddle home together.

Monday, November 07, 2005

coffee no. 23

Today, when I was looking for something in the one of my old notebooks, I found, quite by chance, the drawing made by my cousin. It had been drawn when K. was 5 year old, so almost 6 years ago.
At first sight the picture seems rather normal and schematic. A house with two windows, door and chimney. Every child draws such pictures in thousands.
But when you look carefully, you will notice one important detail. On the roof of that house stands a cake - lovely cake with whipped cream and a cherry on the top. The cake has eyes, tiny feet and wings.

It is the biggest treasure I found today.

Friday, November 04, 2005

coffee no. 22

Yesterday, I was reading the wonderful French book in the library. It was published in early nineteenth century and its edition must have been quite small.
The book was very heavy because a hard cover was binded in red velvet and adorned with golden fittings. The pages were of fabric sheet and their precisely cut edges were painted golden, so it looked lovely when the book was closed.
I was staring at it for a long time because it was perfect.
In spite of Her age, She was strong and beautiful, self-confident and seductive, brave and smart. Genuine Lady.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

coffee no. 21

"Of course it is sudden; all really delightful things are."

Oscar Wilde The Picture of Dorian Gray

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

!!!

Magic really exists.

Lullaby for this night: The Big Hand by The Cure.