I am a butterfly drunk with life.
I don´t know where to soar,
but I won´t allow life to clip my colorful wings.
When
I am down and troubled I go back to my bedside table where my most most favorite
books are. They might not be the best I have ever read (and I have read many) definitely not the most
"important" ones but each and every one of them are of the finest
literature ever written and they are my best loyal friends.
During my first weeks in
Pennsylvania when I had my worst experience of trying to acclimatize my old
bones to the "coldest spring in years",
the small animals of
"The wind in the willows" by Kenneth Graham have come to my rescue as
I dived into their burrows and tunnels taking their courage in the enduring the
cold harsh winter with their humble means
as
an example to follow and with them, with all my heart, greeting the spring with
joy and appreciation, very quickly I found the willows all over, putting on
their yellowish green dresses and dancing in the chilly wind.
And
then I made these:
In the passing weeks of
ugly, unthinkable, terror attacks all around the world and close to home in
Boston I couldn't stay away from "King Matt the First"
and
the greatness of humanity whom Korczac
is such a symbol of, and whom together with millions lives were so shamelessly
wasted, and still stands as beacon of hope as opposed to the low and yet lower that people
of this world can get.
And
so I turned from the CNN newsroom went outside, drank all the beauty
and made these:
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