2011. február 26., szombat

Loss

Have you ever felt like a real 'loser'? Don't get me wrong. Not in a sense that you probably would think of it. I really feel like a loser right now, since important things and important people just happened to leave my life at the same time. It hurts. It's not the sort of pain a person can take alone. But what happens if all the people you would have shared your loss with are lost? What if you feel alone in a word of seven billion? I really hope, that Daniel Merryweather and Adele were right in their song 'Water and flame' (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShO6KKaEoZQ) when they sang: 'I know this sorrow and this pain is gonna' go away'.
Is everything really ment to change?

2011. február 16., szerda

Raindrops everywhere


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9tio-YWTBHo

This morning this song got another title, it's not 'It's raining men' anymore, but 'It's raining, maaaaaan. :('
I love summer rains, when I just run and dance with the warm raindrops on my skin, but this wintery, yucky, mucilaginous weather makes me sort of sad. It is so gloomy out there... The only thing I'd do now is just hiding under covers staying dry and warm, while the rain is falling on my window pane.
But class is waiting for me. Umbrellas up! :)

2011. február 10., csütörtök

My favourite picture

 It must have been a year ago now, when we took a trip to Mór, Hungary. Our aim was to find something so oddly beautiful, that our German friends, who came for their annual visit, had never seen before.
 Throughout the years a tradition had formed, which involved us (parents and a bunch of kids), our homelands, 'ooooh'-s and 'aaaaah'-s, amazing sights and the spirit of competition. Both families tried their best, and even beyond that to prove, that their country was just slightly (= a lot) better. 
 I was bored with this juvenile game, so I started playing around with my father's camera as we walked through the huge, rustic gate of the castle of Mór, entering the breath-taking garden. It wasn't new to me at all, so ignoring the "wow"-s and "oooooh"-s and "aaaaaah"-s, leaving the group I started discovering the hidden tiny yard behind the building. 
 That is where I found him, Angelface, as I like to refer to the statue of the little, up-side-down beauty. It was the odd mixture of a fountain and a really sad figure. I took this close shot, because this sad, motionless face caught my eyes. There was something supernatural to me in the whole piece of art, that radiated gloom. It was all very detailed, every little inch was perfectly formed, and that made it look so alive, that it scared me for a moment. The years though, have done their aging on it's surface, but still to me this little figure was something else.
 I happen to visit him quite often eversince. I've changed a lot since we first met, but he remains the same.
This is my favourite picture.