coffee no. 54

The tram driver was so handsome that I couldn't stop staring at his face. I saw it in the round mirror hanging over his head. All the time I wondered what the hell this young gorgeous man did in that old, dingy vehicle. Was it his dream to become a tram driver? Is he conscious his stunning appearance? What does he think going round the city a dozen or so times a day?...
And when I got off the tram, I start smiling. Why we are so often astonished when we see beautiful people doing boring, ordinary work? A wonderful assistant in the butcher's, a goddess working as a cleaner, a model-like plumber... And why we never open our eyes wider when we meet ugly lawyer, architect, journalist or doctor?...

coffee no. 53

coffee no. 52

Well I'm sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn
Nobody's up except the moon and me,
And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree
All that you left me was a melody.
Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie,
how can I persuade? Rosie...

And the moon's all up, full and big,
apricot tips in an indigo sky,
And I've been loving you, Rosie,since the day I was born
And I'll love you, Rosie 'til the day I die.
Rosie, why do you evade? Rosie,
how can I persuade? Rosie...

Rosie, why do you evade?
Rosie,how can I persuade? Rosie...

And I'm sitting on a windowsill, blowing my horn
Nobody's up except the moon and me,
And a lazy old tomcat on a midnight spree
All that you left me was a melody.
Rosie, why do you evade?Rosie,
how can I persuade? Rosie...

Tom Waits Rosie

coffee no. 51

I am always on cloud nine when I get flowers.
I am on cloud ten when I get them in winter.
I am on cloud eleven when I get one of my favourites flowers.
I am on cloud twelve when I get my favourite spring flowers in the middle of winter.

coffee no. 50

I have always a lot of fun observing people's headgears in a frosty day. Almost everybody looks bad and ridiculous in their hat, cap or beret. This piece of clothing very rarely goes with the rest of garment. So we can see elegant woman with a beret two times bigger than her head or grave businessman wearing colorful woolen cap...

coffee no. 49

Time and again, however well we know the landscape of love,
and the little church-yard with lamenting names,
and the frightfully silent ravine wherein all the others
end: time and again we go out two together,
under the old trees, lie down again and again
between the flowers, face to face with the sky.

Rainer Maria Rilke Time and Again

coffee no. 48

I am crazy about cafes. Sitting at the table, having a cup of coffee or a glass of wine with somebody I like is the vestibule of Heaven.
Today I have been dying to move to the fantastic cafe in Prague. I have been there only two times in my life and I don't remember its name. I don't even know if it still exists. But I will always remember the crazy clock hanging on the wall there. At first sight it was a normal clock, but its hands were moving in the opposite direction... Its face was also different. In the place of 9 was 3, and so on. This way the clock surprisingly showed proper time. I was gazing at it with a huge smile.
Some places give us the eternal kiss.

coffee no. 47

When I meet somebody for the first time and we spend some time together, I sometimes ask them to list things they can't live without. Yesterday, one guy (friend of a friend of mine)answered with a big satisfaction, "I can't live without water and food".

coffee no. 46

A couple of years ago, during the theatre workshops we got a very nice task. We had to come up to strangers walking the street and read them a poem. To my surprise, every single person was very kind and was listening to the poem with a great interest. No matter whether it was a seventeen-year-old boy or a seventy-year-old woman. No matter whether they understood the metaphors or not. Everyone was smiling and their eyes were wide open.
I wonder if anybody of them still remembers that moment.

coffee no. 45

i don't think i'm any closer now
than i was at fifteen
i still don't know what i really want
or how i really feel
sometimes i think i've seen too much
sometimes nothing at all
and sometimes i think i just forgot
what i was looking for

The Cure Ocean

coffee no. 44

I've just found in my notebook a summary of a funny conversation with my friend. We were sitting on a bench in the middle of a summer night, trying to imagine how does the hell look like. He said then, "Everybody believes that it is the black, bleak, terrible place. But the hell might be utterly different. Maybe *they* wear there pink shorts, and whistle cheerfully boogie disco songs..."

coffee no. 43

Thou art more than the day or the morrow, the seasons that laugh or that weep;
For these give joy and sorrow; but thou, Proserpina, sleep.

A. Ch. Swinburne Hymn to Proserpine

coffee no. 42

Sometimes I wonder why do the 99,9 per cent of men think that the only real flowers are roses. The red ones, obviously. Maybe in their opinion roses are the most beautiful, the most elegant, the most romantic... Maybe they associate these flowers with love.
I have never seen a man going for a date with a lily, lilac or a tiny bouquet of forget-me-nots.
On the other side, I know the women who would feel offended if somebody brought them a bunch of narcissuss, jonquils or carnations...

coffee no. 41

When you live long enough in a particular city, the city one day starts to live in you. Everyone has their own city, breathing inside them.
It is some kind of inner map where the various places are marked.
Sometimes I think that in the city I've lived since birth there are too many places relevant to memories, both wonderful and really horrible. Almost every cafe keep the recollections of the important words, sweet kisses, or hidden tears. Of lovely roses and torn letters.
When I would like to simply have a coffee the ghosts wake and start their spooky show.

coffee no. 40

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly.

Richard Bach

coffee no. 39

The very old woman enters the shop. Her appearance is nice and really neat. The lady looks as if she was going for diner to the expensive restaurant or something like this. I'm looking at her perfect hairdo, a subtle make-up and smart clothes. My sight is going lower and lower and suddenly stops near the floor. On the feet she wears the brand new, glaring white Nike sneakers. Lovely.

coffee no. 38

We are so impatient...
Me and my pen.
And Moleskine pages.
Just one month...

coffee no. 37

My five year old cousin asked me why do the snowflakes take shape of stars.
"It's magic", I said and that reply made her smile.
Frankly speaking, I don't know the response to this question. And I don't want to.
The nature phenomenon such as rainbow, falling stars or snowflakes are still mysterious for me. I'm always mesmerized looking at them and I feel that I'm a witness of a huge miracle. There's no need to understand everything in the world. It's better to admire the beauty than to waste time wondering how was it made.

coffee no. 36

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.

George Eliot