Category Archives: Feel the word, Miss Desire!


I have never visited many places that I write about and probably I never will, but that doesn’t make my dreams less powerful. If you don’t see Something, it doesn’t mean that Something doesn’t exist. If you think about a pineapple, for example, but you don’t hold it in your hand, do you know a taste of it? I do, and you?

tower of sand
if climb to the top
will I touch the sun?

Linked to Carpe Diem #1373 Syrian Desert (Southern Route)


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frozen lake ~
what a beauty
hidden inside

Linked to Carpe Diem #1371 Sansara (the cycle of life)


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Then all of a sudden everything calms down and life begins to return to normal. Maybe you’re still turning around a little, like a fan off. Never mind, it will pass at some point. Up there, on the tops of the mountains, you can see the snow but aren’t you happy waiting for the spring? And you no longer need anything. Except the air and a sound of the heartbeats.

clear sky
sleepy faces washed
with the winter wind

Linked to Carpe Diem #1370 Karakoram Mountains


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“A goal stood before Siddhartha, a single goal: to become empty, empty of thirst, empty of wishing, empty of dreams, empty of joy and sorrow. Dead to himself, not to be a self any more, to find tranquility with an emptied heard, to be open to miracles in unselfish thoughts, that was his goal.”

(Source: Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse)

“Empty?”, I thought while the familiar voices of the latest reality-show superstars were reaching from the neighboring room. Scars covered with powder and silicone breasts springing from a deep décolleté like the pears from a knitted basket. So many words said aloud and yet said nothing.

“What is emptiness?”, I asked myself aloud.

I turned off the lights and closed my eyes. Soothing tones through the eairphones dirfts me away. There, where nothing exist. There, where only in Emptiness you can meet yourself. There, where I give birth to all my miracles.

cold wind
bends the branches
~ stream of life

river keeps flowing

Linked to Carpe Diem #1363 Taklamakan Desert (the “Sea of Death”)(Northern route)



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A few months ago, I lost my watch. I forgot it in a hotel room, in the capital city, where I was a guest. I was sad when I found it out because it was a very dear gift from a very imoprtant group of persons who marked one part of my life.
But, life goes on, what is lost can not be returned. Right?

“Did you lose your hand watch?”, a waiter at the bar surprised me.
My friends made a couple of jokes, but he didn’t give up.
“Rounded, with a dedication…”
I wishpered completely confused: “Yes, I did.”
“I was waiting for you to show up so I could give it to you,” he said.
On my way home, I saw “Angel” written on two different places.

Whoever believes in miracles, witnesses miracles.

juice and vodka
in a same glass
all is rock’n’roll



I’m afraid I could become suspicious passing the same street every evening. Old gate, without a padlock on it, probably locked. All the lights have long been extinguished, and none of the windows gives out the signs of life. In my imagination, an ordinary day lasts, full of warmth and tenderness.

winter night
reveals all layers
of silence


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Dreams are mirror of my soul and I pay a big attention to them, especially if I notice some strange symbolic. I still haven’t found out what is the reason why a big black dog appears there from time to time. Even more fascinating is a fact that it never comes alone but in a company of the few very old men. Although men always cause some kind of anxety, a dog never does anything but sleeping somewhere near me. A guardian or a possible danger? Who could tell…

black dog
memories flooding through
the earphones

Linked to Carpe Diem #1341 The Story of the second Old Man and of the Two Black Dogs


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I can hear your voice in silence. You don’t have to say anything, that’s our souls talking. Pictures that you send me are clear, I don’t have to keep my eyes open to see. The air that you exhale, I inhale and then allow myself to be overhelmed by feeling of having you inside of me. The walls no longer exist, it’s only a matter of time who will make the first step. I know who will not. And I know who else won’t.

Revenge is a bad ally. I fight my battles alone.

seven and a half billion snowflakes
only one melts
on my palm

Linked to Carpe Diem #1340 The Story of the first Old Man and of the Hind


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Freedom is a state of mind, they say. Freedom is when you give your hand to those who you called the enemies. Freedom is when your sufferings help you win your deepest fears. Freedom is when you turn your tears into the jewels and proudly hang them around the neck. Freedom is not when you forget, freedom is when you forgive.

Freedom is when you love, for no reason, just because you love.

drops of water
on a dreamy face

Linked to Carpe Diem #1339 The Merchant and the Genius


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Magic of the nights
Headlights on the open roads
Shimmering festive bulbs
Smell of the firecrackers and smog
Warm breath on the frozen fingers
Crackling from the fireplace
Dreams under the warm blankets

end of December
traces of words on a silky skin
like a hundred kisses

Linked to Carpe Diem #1338 The Arabian Nights


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