Silver threads

Here it is: a part of another short story, written this morning. This one really is short, but I think it says it all and I don't need to stretch it more or add anything else.

Cesta se nama je umikala sama od sebe. Tako kot sva vozila, tako je skakala s poti, tako hitro, da je na koncu skoraj niti videla več nisem. Morda je bilo za to kriva noč, ki se je spustila nad naju že dobro uro nazaj, kot da je dojela namig, da je hotel biti nekaj časa sam z mano in samo z mano brez zvedave okolice, naključnih oči in strmečih pogledov. Skrila naju je tako v svoj objem, zaprla vrata in nama prišepnila: “Pohitita.”

Seeveda je lahko zvedavim očem zastirala poglede le tako dolgo, kot je šlo, potem pa se je našlo križišče, cestna svetilka, skupine vesele mladine, ki je praznovala poletje, in vse tisto, kar sva z besedami tkala v miren zrak okoli naju, se je začelo topiti, ko je prišlo v stik z vsem, kar je bilo izven naju, kajti bilo je še popolnoma mehko, nežno in nedoločeno, tako prosojno, da je te niti lahko raztrgal tudi že preprost, a glasen smeh mimoidočega. Morda je ravno zaradi tega, ker je čutil kako se vsa tista pajčevina na novo trže, predlagal skorajda preglasno in malce nerodno: “Daj, greva se vozit.”

Photo: http://polychromic.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2w7qqj

Inspiration #2

Sitting here and browsing the Internet I am thinking: what could be a better way to spend your afternoon than browsing art pages, searching for new ideas of DIY to craft some new things for your new home. Trust me;    jobless, without inspiration and with loads of time on my hands, that's what I've been doing for quite some time now. And I've decided I should definitely get more creative. Not only because then I'll feel more useful, but also because this place need a bit of a spruce-up. And this is what I've found so far:

1. First of all, I want a special corner in the apartment, where we can set the real bar! I've always wanted it and now we talked about it. Yay! The idea is to put B&W photos of old and famous actors/actresses, glue them to the canvas and work with the photos until they look old/vintage. And then I thought what could go better with this than some cool lightning. So I started browsing a bit and found some great ideas; I had no idea, for instance, that you can make a really cool light with an empty wine bottle!

 

2. I actually want to cook more. Ever since I've started cooking for two and found some really cool websites with recipes, I gotta tell you it's all different. And so I saw some really funn(k)y menu planners. So I'm thinking of making one in the near future. Just for the fun of it, so that it's not just plain white paper pasted on the fridge in shabby writing.

3. Flowers! I've always watched my grandma growing flowers and my mum decorating the kitchen table with them. I think it'd be nice if I start doing the same. Last year I got some cute vases from Ikea and I bought 3 of them. I think they make a perfect pair. But now I've also found some ways how to make your own vases. No, not really make them, but decorate them and I thought this was a good idea: 

http://www.itsoverflowing.com/2012/04/simple-tips-to-tinting-bottles/

4. Candles! Lots of candles but sort of "hidden" so that the apartment doesn't resemble the cemetery:

http://budgetwisehome.com/

5. And as last but not least, I'm thinking it would be a good idea to figure out how we could grow some seasoning in the pots. I mean, it's not that it's difficult, it's just that I don't have that thing called green hand or fingers or touch, but it's quite the opposite with me; I have a black hand and usually murder all the plants. Nevertheless, here is a cool link to indoor gardening: 

http://thevintagewren.blogspot.com/2012/01/indoor-garden-revisited.html

 

Philosophy in the night-time

"We're gonna run out of cigarettes," he said. I just sat there and laughed because we bought a couple of new packs earlier but the alcohol got the best of him and erased his short term memory. Then he leaned closer and kissed me. I kept laughing.

It was a special night. One of those you don't plan but nevertheless turn out better than you expected. It was all peaceful, in the middle of the night. All the neighbours went to bed hours ago and we were the only two morons still awake at that time of the night in that little corner of the planet. Sometimes life is simply good. It brings along all you would like it to, it leaves out all the negative stuff you don't even think of remembering, such as daily worries about money, job, house, cleaning, car and everything else you can think about.

Because at the end of the day the only thing that matters is that one person you're with, that one person who holds you touching your hair, making you laugh, that one person who makes you believe that tomorrow is far far away and the only thing that matters is right here and right now and in this very moment everything is okay and very simple and very cozy. I like it just the way it is. Because sometimes you need some booze all by yourself and just for yourself so that you can dive into your own world and only let in one person or maybe two, but sometimes two can already be a crowd. It's interesting how the world turns, how your life turns and how your wishes change from one hour to the next. As I've said. It's not bad. It's actually way better than I've ever dared to expect and now I'm trying to make most of it with every single  day that comes along.

This has actually no point. It is merely some philosophy in the night-time. And let me stick to that for now. 

I wish you all a very fond goodnight. I'm in the mood for some atmospheric music. And as I flow into the unknown, here is a paragraph of one of my short stories completed this afternoon:

"Priplaval je do mene in mi pomignil: “pridi, greva malo bolj stran od obale. Nekaj ti bom pokazal.”

Skupaj sva odplavala ven iz zaliva. Pod nama je bila črnina bolj temna od črne barve same, nad nama se je bočilo črno nebo, ki je blestelo bledo rumeno nad lučmi mesta. Ostalo je bilo zavito v neznano, plankton je odseval miljarde zvezd na nebu. Počutila sem se, kot da bi plavala po nebu, da bi plula nad vsem in hkrati v vsem kar obstaja in kar me obdaja. In dišalo je, tako lepo je dišalo po borovcih, po slanem, po svobodi in po nečem lepem, a neoprijemljivem.

“Še vedno dišiš po tistih breskvah,” je mimogrede omenil. In nastopil je tisti pravi trenutek, ki sem ga čakala že od prejšnjega dne. Tiho sem se mu približala, mu priplavala za hrbet, kajti hotela sem ga zaviti med roke in noge in ga vsaj nekaj časa ne spustiti. A kot sem omenila, noč je bila dojemljiva za vse. Zato me je slišal in se obrnil v pravem trenutku, me prijel za ramena, povlekel k sebi in potisnil globoko pod vodo. Če bi prej prišla do zraka, bi ga potegnila s seboj. Tako pa sem le priplavala na površje in se napol dušila zaradi vode, ki sem jo pogoltnila in zaradi smeha, ki me je zvijal. Začela sem ga škropiti, in niti za to mi ni ostal dolžan. Med kratko pavzo škropljenja pa se mi je za trenutek zazdelo, da mi je skorajda neopazno pomežiknil in da je razumel moj namen."

Weekend. Yellow and blue

I had a great summer weekend. It started perfectly already on Thursday, after leaving my home town after one last exam until September. Altogether everything was full of sun, laughter, good booze and awesome company. Just the way I wanted and better. And here are some photos which I enjoy taking a lot (again)...just a little insight into all the happening.