A break from words

Sometimes there are no words. And this is not a metaphor. Sometimes I really don't have them, I can't think of any words.

I used to be good at this, but I'm out of practice. But not to worry, I learned something new and the words will come back to me eventually.

End zone

Every time I go shopping I feel like turning into a raging feminist.

But then I see some really cute sandals and it goes away.

I too am at fault here. We all break that f*ing dam.

The day

It was that day
That wonderful and magical day.
It was the day I would never forget
The day the dandelions went mad.

Flowers in the wind

My mother taught me about true friendship, about the love and devotion you can feel for someone.

My mother made me understand that when you have a true friend, you can share the most intimate of thoughts even after being many years apart. She showed me how, if you really have a connection with someone, you can reminisce and feel the same as you did in the early years of your friendship.

And all these memories you share with someone are not a way of living in the past, as some people may think, but glorified moments that you need to keep alive. And what better way of keeping memories alive than story telling?

Oh, those wonderful and magical stories about my mother's childhood and her teenage years... Those lively, digressing and colorful stories that I could tell by heart as if I had experienced them myself. How could one not fall in love, if not with the characters, but with the romance of it all?

I would like to dedicate this post to my mother and her beautiful and magical world.

On my mind

Outside my work I haven’t written a coherent thought in a while now. I do not find that surprising considering I’ve been more or less living like a plant. I don’t need to think much at work either, so the coherent thoughts I write down in my emails to customers or colleagues have sort of become more of a reflex than a real intellectual effort.

I haven’t even felt the need to transfer to the computer the photos I took the last two weekends. Not to mention process them in Photoshop. I guess it’s just a numb phase.

The good part is we made some friends and we had the chance to go round and about, see other things, other places. I had a feeling I’m rediscovering photography.

But it’s not that, I’m not rediscovering anything, I’m simply silently struggling laid back on the beach.

Random thoughts and photos from a lazy Sunday

A warm room that smells of home.

I love the way the warm water feels on the skin when I take that early morning shower, it tickles a little too. Definitely better than coffee.

Greek coffee, Turkish coffee... what's the difference? It tastes great and I don't need that cigarette. I rule. But I would enjoy a big brunch with eggs and toast and orange juice.

Oranges, that's one thing you have to love about Cyprus. They're everywhere and if you're lucky that might even be sweet tasting.

Yes, sweets! Doughnuts and pancakes and honey and... Maybe that's excessive.

We need to walk more, let's go past the highway and into the next village, there must be something interesting to see.

The houses, the hills and mountains and above all a beautiful sunset.

The Universe and I

You're right. We have no role in the Universe. We might have one here on Earth, but I just cannot shake the feeling that if I look stare long enough into the abyss, it might just stare back at me.