An alarm

It is just one of those days when I decided to save time and spend most of my night doing things I have forgotten to do at daytime. As Goethe has said: "Time is our field" or speaking in terms that we are used to "Time is our groceries". So today I decided to pick extra many veggies.

But not only to say that I had a rough night i started this post, but to express my surprise that the spring is here, I realised it in reality 28.03 at 6.53, just a week after it started according to calendar.So the thing was that i just heard a sound like an alarm clock and I was surprised that my father wants to walk the dog extra early, but at one time I realised that the sound was coming outside and birds were singing

I still cannot be totally sure, maybe it was my granny snoring. I guess that the heaps of snow I see outside make it hard to believe that it is really spring.

A Saw sharpener

It seems that the winter, falling of the snow does not want to end. As there are wodges, berms and heaps of snow still outside.

It is so cute to look eye-to-eye with my new friend who obviously agrees, the spring has to come now! In fact, there is a Saw sharpener, oh that crazy English language!- a "rasvatihane", who comes so often knocking on my window I might even say we are having a dialog. I´ll better add them a little more seeds.

So if you read the title and thought it was gonna be a story of my nightmare or a short summery of a ghost story, then not. But when I brought it up already I might tell you a little story that might go under that definition.

So a week ago i was waiting for my lovely biology teacher and biology class in our auditorium when some of my fellow-classmates decided to whatch together some youtube-clips. After some awfully funny movies one guy put on "the spoon". Basically again one of those fictional tales that can be summerised with a one sentence or even with the title. As there was a man who had a spoon and he followed the victim everywhere and hit him with the spoon. It was filmed like a horror story- the special effects and sound effects. Afterwards I was wondering might it be a really silly video what is supposed to make you laugh because it is so silly or is it a hidden warning for the overweight ones not to use their spoon to often.

Lobe contrail

To notice art
in every second
as a part
of life- as eating sushi or bacon-
is important
whether it is naive or simple
but I belive

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The bus has three doors.
From each of them a person came
out in the outdoors,
not in pairs, each individual- from each door

The bus has three doors.
Nothing to wonder, no reason to amaze
No, but a Portuguese boy Dorus-
so surprised he was, indeed, extremely amazed.

He saw that there are doors and they are three
He was like a man from desert
seeing a spring- around it green trees
Or a boy having a cherry desert.

And I saw art in that moment.
I had been to museums that day,
but this art was more alluring, it was the art of life and only at that moment
it was that simple in that way:

Three doors and form each of them came a person.

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The wonders of life are impressive, I doubt that I would now like to go to Egypt to see the pyramids, for me there are two many in here, in Tallinn, in my little Estonia, what is a wonder as itself. I guess there can be wonders as many as there are countries, because when the people who see them as art and life-theatre, then they exist.

cloudy misk over our wet, soon to be flooded, streets

Days just come and go and sometimes without leaving any remarkable marks.Some days ago my goo friend asked me where have all the days gone- I answered that they all go to the spring, so the spring comes closer and closer and this is visible every day that some more water is making our feet wet in the streets. Some more snow melted...

Some things cannot be and don´t have to be put into words. Some thoughts are to be remained as their are- bleary and cloudy lightnings in our imaginative bulbs. Sometimes I feel just moment feeling- too many words. It seems then there is no room for breathing.