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Christmas ... Holy ....

... Holy ... whom invariably accompanies many years still the same nutka sadness ... sorrow for those old, who passed away ... inseparable, and this idea that happiness, how ephemeral it is, and with so little we think about it ... Why do we need data ... about what is ... and the whole of that magic everyday.

And as different states of mind haunted me ... Suddenly the phone rang.
Guests of the "world" announced in August. After a few years. Yes
unexpectedly. And just like that.
And in one moment the whole my sadness turned into a sudden and indescribable joy.
I thought that someone wants to ride so many miles ... though I use it a short time ... Stay, washed off my whole sad.
stay and poswietowac. And joy, so sudden, as the exploding spring, from which he could also not something to enjoy, and it weighs like a stone repair spectrum ... which przytlaczalo, leaving no room for "celebrating" ... and the many other things to make, which suddenly became so ... very distant, and so little importance.
And only this one moment suddenly became really important.

So he threw himself into Christmas preparation, thinking as well, there are phones and how well that someone can be so spontaneously ... happy.
I started baking, which really are not my strong point ... but as a man is happy and everything goes.
and set the basis for the clay pot and a few daffodils blooming. Trailers spring.
I. .. I started baking. First Mazurka ... then the holy woman.
As well, I thought ... as well ... is the power of yeast to bake a cake ... how well is the power insert their hands into a warm, gentle nabrzmialego dough, pulled into his nostrils the wonderful smell and enjoy the moment.
Yeast dough, except that it is my favorite and I can consume unlimited amounts of it ... This is still something mystical in itself ... when it grows and comes alive, and then to the top. Just as instigating nature, giving hope and joy. And strength the adoption of the new.
Oh, how I like the whole holidays turmoil, is entered in the no fatigue ... and this whole magic shell, appropriate only for this extraordinary days.

and wondering is how much ... a plain phone ... a gesture ... a man ... a meeting ... suddenly everything can change. Add hope and joy.

So as a collective feasting and celebration of those moments. It will be joy and laughter. There will be tears and memories. Memories, which you just never quite.

I will come and the joy of waking up with spring and Easter joy and magic of this unusual world.

And all of you, my Dear I wish:



Joyful and warm world
cordial meetings
much fun with the awakening of spring

chocolate colored eggs rabbit
very wet and a lot Dyngus
spring sun!

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"Portrait of a woman ... that is what I am?"


This is just fun, and invited me play the 44th So although little late, forgive Graszko, as it happens to me, just now answering. What am I

....? Hmm ...? Well ... not an easy question!
So I came the idea to ask about the children, because who like who, but I surely know their own children best ... and immediately regretted it too ... oh, flew negatywizmy ... A shower of ... and how quickly, as if on cue!
And when I'm already close to tears, weak voice asked their oppressors ... whether it is already no pluses for me really not see? Then, only just over his victim zlitowali and began to secrete the positives ... so very sparingly indeed, and yet ...!!!
And so was created a while there, my picture. Here it is.

What am I?

... Rather chaotic ... though sometimes surprisingly sorted ... especially if with some which can not be anything closer to the wilfulness explain ... able for the whole day nibble ... one, stupid, not
- washed - a cup?










... loving everything ... extremely paskutne, ugly and most dilapidated / people too / ... and at the same time that values \u200b\u200bbeauty, peace and order?








.... Knowing no mercy ... and cold blood is able to kill ... called in. watts. of specialists ... and at the same time full of compassion for some ... a small abandoned kitten, with whom he can long way to travel ... somewhere there on the end of the world ... to find him a place to live?









... having somewhere in all the rejuvenating creams and inventions, Reducing and smoothing .... and blindly believing that, while folding a variety of gimmicks zielskami and own production ... time so gently with her and let her bypass the so ... "Beautifully stale"?









... so weak and so frail ... Women's kobietka ..... babo and hard-peasant and working in gumofilcach waciaku .... capable mason, grind and dig ditches ... and "move mountains" ... when you NEED!








.... and so "no-no - knowing ... and nothing - not-grasping ... and so-very-not-wyuczalna ".... And seeing and capturing a sudden .... EVERYTHING ... and in one moment, when already there is no way out!









... gentle and quiet as a lamb ... and the madwoman, choleryczka what ... pieklaca suddenly about everything and nothing
!



.... loving, how will this stupid, unconditional love of their own children ... and gnashing their teeth in their words full of condemnation ... "Oh, mother !"... and having then already the largest fancy ... powystrzelac them all on another planet and have finally ...... Peace of mind!










.... and who can in some incomprehensible way, and no obvious reason ... Pour the whole sea of \u200b\u200btears myself ... and room for one minute in a different extreme of ... from euforystycznej joy until infinite sadness ... just like that ... and for no apparent reason ...?!


... and having to his credit ... yet many other weaknesses and ailments ... as a weakness to a very dilapidated ruins ... and believing in spite of everything and everybody ... with something of perhaps even in this life ... UDA surely the hell?!






... and still having the ... Then how stupid conscience ... with so little as they kissed, how touching the pink rollers in childhood tluszczyku legs ... and with everything she could surely ... And BETTER ... MORE ... and more and ... with time so hurry ... and she had no time i. ... that these cylinders so lovely so very quickly .... zmeznialy ... ! Oh, far too fast?










... i. .. yet many other ailments. And the same adversity? O holy mother!


I thinking in the bushes, and all that .... W - RULE - what - in August - is housed ... ?! dug some words ... a woman about women ... and sighed with great relief, triumph joyfully:
Whew ...! I'm so pretty ... ORDINARY woman!


And here it is ...

"Portrait of ethylene Kobi" Wislawa Szymborska:

must be to choice,
Change so only the nothing has changed.
is easy, impossible, hard, worth trying.
eyes are, if you now deep blue, now gray,
Black, merry, full of tears.
sleeps with him as the first or the only one in the world.
She will bear him four children, no children, one.
naive, but the best advice.
Weak, but.
There is no head on his shoulders, then I will have.
Reads Jasper and women's magazines.
do not know what this screw and build a bridge.
Young, as usual young, I am still young.
holds in his hands sparrow with a broken wing,
own money on the trip far away,
meat cleaver, a compress and a glass of vodka.
Where are running so, if it is not tired.
Nay, just a little, really, it does not matter.
Either love him or insisted.
For better, for worse, and for heaven's sake a.

Regards .... so all these .... Then how EXCELLENT and women GREAT!