I always forget – a poem.

do you also seem to

not remember

the sunsets we saw

middle of december?

it was the most

beautiful I have

ever laid my eyes

on

why don’t I remember

the sunsets

from middle of

december?

where was I that day

if not in the middle of

nowhere

and looking at the sky

where was I

those days

when sun sets sky on fire

above frozen hills of death

where were we when birds laid to sleep

and the yellow bulb lit the sky before

the darkness came?

New tattoo & back to painting.

Welcome back! The last post was on the 15th of April and if I would be to say I’m embarrassed that would be an understatement.

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Who am I.

It’s not really a question, because I’m not asking anyone. I won’t get the answer even from myself. It’s drifting around the subject, as a young immigrant.

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The smell of January.

My head is full of poetry those days. I wake up with random poems in my head and I go to sleep similar… and sometimes I have to merge them and it suddenly all makes sense. Enjoy.

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Let’s talk about work.

Everybody has to do some job to get through life, earn money, buy food, have a roof overhead, and cover other basic things. However, there’s always been a tendency in our society to judge people based upon the way they earn their living. Let’s talk about exactly that.

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The thin line between integration and imitation.

A couple of words on the topic that was in my mind for quite a while. Don’t worry, even though the title looks like a bachelor, it is not a scientific paper.

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Rainbows, cats & hikes.

Today’s a mixture of photos from last week, and therefore a mixture of thoughts. Welcome back (after long break).

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Rainy Sundays are for baking.

I mean we have a proper summer right now, not gonna lie, the temperatures are rising up to 27 degrees – but the rain is always coming sooner or later.

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