love squad
"What really makes us is beyond grasping, it is way beyond knowing. We give in to love, because it gives us some sense of what is unknowable. Nothing else matters. Not at the end." - David Hare
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Friday, April 18, 2014
Разпети Петък
Господ слезе сред нас като Слово, като Син и като Рана. Да ни покаже -
там, на кръста - колко го нараняваме, как кърви, когато го замеряме с
думи и мисли, с делата си; как страда, когато го удряме с
неблагодарността си. И как всеки път, когато се разплачем, като Баща,
който обича, ни прощава.
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Monday, November 12, 2012
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Thursday, September 27, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Saturday Evening Walk (Memories of Heaven)
The wallpapered birch trees
with their peeling dresses,
the ones that look like
the exquisite garments
of the Santos dolls,
clothed by a local paper artist,
the church bells three avenues down
the grassy,
hyacinth hill,
"Dinner is served",
a man's voice bellows
from the inside of a house,
children slide down the steep front lawn
rolled
in an old carped
like a laughing burrito,
and later on -
a boy learning to balance
on a tight rope
stretched
between two sycamore trees.
I think about how
a tree learns to keep its balance
so perfectly,
never tempted
to lean
over the abyss.
"Gravity holds everything
in place, only man
pushes out beyond what
he belongs to" *
Once upon a time
I, too, belonged
to this earth, to this world
as the sycamore tree
walking the tight rope
of its dream
silently,
contently,
in perfect balance.
April, 2012
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* Rilke, Book of Hours
Monday, September 10, 2012
Things-in-themselves
It's a beautiful, understandable world - all things small connected through the letters they send to the senses. That's what I gathered today - the smell of a rose is a poem she writes in the book of the days. It's her essence, the fragrant transcription of her soul, the way she would like to be understood, to be remembered.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Arcadia
Танцуваме, рисуваме, свирим на пиано, решаваме задачи, пишем стихотворения, шием сърца, чаршафи, котета, корабчета, правим склуптури, правим бъркотия, правим боклук, метем, разчистваме, подреждаме си обувките, целуваме се, караме се, разхождаме се, говорим, говорим, говорим...
Идва есен, идва зима, чакаме пролетта, лятото е късо, минава незабележимо.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
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"I have dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind."
Cathy Earnshaw, "Wuthering Heights"
Sunday, August 28, 2011
August
Houses, soaked with light
And the sun, forcing its way in
As an eager, unrestrainable lover.
The streets breath in the dust
As the city makes love to the summer.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Milla on the Moebius Strip, Inside-Outside, Perception-Conception lecture:
"Blind people don't have an outside. They only have an inside."
100.5 F
In my next life I would learn
to play the piano -
all the Chopin's preludes,
nothing more.
More would be unnecessary excess
like all those pretty dresses we buy
and never wear, cluttering our closets.
Monday, May 9, 2011
99.5 F
If I can wash my heart
like a white shirt
bleach out the blood stains
mend the holes from the backstabbing
take out the soil and the dirt
iron the wrinkles
hang it out to dry in the mild sun
of all the past summers
with their slanting afternoon light
and the smell of roses and geraniums burning to ashes
If I can inhale once again
its clean smell -
homemade soap and cotton
kissed by the fading sun,
maybe I would be ready to live again.
Or to, happily, die.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Imaginary Houses
We were walking through our talking when we came upon our beautiful house. Even when we were walking in our house, we were still walking through our talking.
Milla,
05.02.2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Night Vision
"Mama, it's to dark in the room."
"You don't need much light, Milla. When you sleep, your eyes are closed anyway."
"Yeah, we don't see anything at night except our dreams. Mama, how do people see their dreams if their eyes are closed?"
Friday, April 29, 2011
On Being Sick
"Mama, I feel like macaroni in the soup. I feel like spaghetti. And I am lonely."
"Why are you lonely, Milla? I am right here, beside you."
"Because I have nothing to do."
"That's not lonely, MIlla, that's being bored.""OK, then I am bored."
"Sick and bored. That's not a good combination, is it?"
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Moments
One day we bought chocolate and on the chocolate wrapper there was writing. It said enjoy the small things in life. I thought it was about bugs and other small creatures. But daddy told me it meant enjoy the small moments in life. I agreed. And during the day I got to see all the different moments that happened. In the morning I was happy because we were painting eggs. Then I was grumpy, because I like to be bossy and I wanted the eggs to be on the coffee table and my mom wanted them in the kitchen. Then in the afternoon we sat at the window and watched the sea. It was beautiful and relaxing. I could imagine what the weather was outside. I could feel what it felt like. It was like summer night, kind of windy, but warm. Then, at 11 o'clock, we went to church. It was squashy. But the music was beautiful. It was Easter. I was happy.
Life isn't one whole big moment. Many different things can happen in a day. You can be happy all day, or be grumpy or sad. But even if you are sad, there would be all these small moments that you could enjoy.
Milla,
Easter 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Gravity
Went to Seattle Planetarium this afternoon. Turns out the fastest way to lose weight is to go to Pluto.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Taxonomy of Love
- What was the name of this movie, mama?
- "The Fifth Element".
- What is the Fifth Element?
- Love.
- Isn't it supposed to be the First One?
Friday, April 1, 2011
Sonata for Rain and Piano
We met a girl today. Two years old, blue eyes, red hooded raincoat. “Hi” - I said. She stared at me for a while, then asked: “Is it me?” “Yes, it’s definitely you.” - I said. “That rain is awesome” - the girl said and started singing and dancing, clapping her little hands. I smiled. Her mother smiled. My daughter smiled.
Somewhere in the recesses of the universe God smiled too. And the rain kept falling.
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