Life Probabilities
provoking thoughts creatively
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Crash that ''writer's block''
Monday, March 12, 2012
What I do when things go wrong?
Friday, March 2, 2012
Invisible souls
Dancing with the invisible souls
I am touching a vulnerable place
Knocking on the closed doors
I am chasing the faded days
Hugging the newborn muse
I am finding unspoken words
Being in someone else's shoes
Starts getting on my nerves
Chasing down the future
Which keeps running away
I'm feeling the pressure
Of things I wanna say
Dancing with the invisible souls
I am finding new ways
To cover up the holes
Of my thoughts and face
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Me, Myself and I

smiled to each other.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Beer memories

Friday, January 27, 2012
Where love rests....

Ever thought of where in your body love rests? Where is it born, where is it located and where inside does it live?
Is it the heart? Is it the soul?
We sort of know where the heart is, but where is the soul?
Or maybe love just travels inside and each time lays down somewhere else, just like a gipsy. Each times it knocks inside in order to let you know that it is still there, that we should not forget about its existance.
Is it always inside, or it can also be out? Does it hear us, when we call it?
Where are you love?
Maybe you are in my arms, when I hug him or under his fingertips, when he runs them through my hair.
Maybe you are on my lips when I pronounce the sweet, warm words, or his lips, when he's kissing mine.
Maybe you are in each letter that I type, or simply are on my mind....
Maybe you are in my chest, when together with the jelousy you make the breathing hard. Or maybe you are in my breath, which I send out when I realize the jelousy was not justified...
Maybe you are in my stomach, where the butterflies are...
Maybe you are in my thoughts, which are filled with him... or maybe in his thought, where I am sometimes...
Maybe you flow through my veins or play with the sparkles in my eyes...
Maybe you are in that one special sunray, which makes me warm inside...
Maybe you are in the wind, by which you came inside...
Maybe you are on the naked flesh, or in the bedroom sigh...
Or maybe you are in every single tear that I cry...
Maybe you are in my bravest dreams...
Hey, love – wherever you are, just make sure you hang around!
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Midnight in Paris

I could not skip Woody Allen's new film and watched it with great pleasure. It seems that Woody has become milder and more romantic with the age. His sarcasm and irony have become smoother and this film was almost poetic, although still Allen-ish.
Here are moments from the film, which seemed striking to me.
The hero is absorbed with extreme admiration for Paris, but unfortunately he shares it with the wrong people. It seems that he is so very out of place and so misunderstood...
As a counter fact his fiancée adores her friends (married couple) almost as much as he adores Paris.
His fiancé, her parents and her friends are so...hmmm how to put it in exact words. Well they are people who prefer Californian wine, as opposed to French wine. It says it all, I guess.
The hero is drunk and alone, walking in Paris empty streets. What can be better? Only a trip to the past J
Shaking hands with Scot Fitzgerald, talking to Hemingway and Picasso, drinking with Dali... amazing how happy everyone ''back there is''. It's all about drink, laugh and music. It is peaceful place with no worries. That just illustrates hero's nostalgic idealization of the past.
Did the scenes from the present get on your nerves too? It seems that Woody managed to show the contrast between guy's feelings in the past and in the present and how unpleasant the present is to him. Guy's fiancée and others are distracting and annoying the viewer. We want to just get rid of them.
The scene when they go from the past to the past. I guess it shows that when real feelings, such as love, excitement, pleasure, passion, anticipation and others are there the time does not matter.
The sad fact that most of great men would like to go back to the past because they think that in the past people were better... Does it mean that regression, degradation and devaluation are permanent processes?
And the last question, which was turning in my head, was why? Why didn't he stay in the past, where he fitted better? There was nothing in the present which could possibly keep him – nothing worth coming back to. Don't tell me he was serious when he was telling about the antibiotics, which did not exist in the past J

