MinjaLem

Putting my hot coffee outside in cool weather, these days. Seeing the hotness shapes in the air. Defying the coldness and working until draining yourself. Thoughtfulness in eyes being aimed at the darkening sky. Inspired by it, I go forth and enclose myself in my thoughts. Only there, I am free from thinking on anything else but to enjoy my life, and travel to warmer climates and work and dance my way all the way. Opposing heated vapor of coffee to cold weather, is a unique painting. Do you see?

  Dancing under the Mexican sky.  I promised my mom I would do so. I would do it together. Drinking margaritas, being by the water, looking at the lights, imagining our whole world spinning around. Lying on beach beds, listening to that sound of water, watching the Mexican, blue sky, not being anywhere else. Sandy beach, warm summer, dancing along the beach, you and I. 'Are you with me' like in that song. Eating enchiladas, under the Mexican sky. Being under the Mexican sky. Just being with you. Holding your hands, going along, and wondering where it will take us. You're always in my mind, forever and always. You are my mom.

 In Italy, I was dancing to this music. It's an African type of music. It awakens me in this drastical way, as if I was sleeping. Which I am. I am constantly sleeping in this time, this era of problems and wars. I don't like wars. I am worried. I am worried sick and that gets me off my track. Off my own problems. I like to be driven by my own things, creativeness, things I do, and what I don't do. It reminds me of what I want to do. Because it's not the end. We'll show those people what we are, and how people are supposed to work, and do things, and not die for someone else. Music helps me stay alive, be living, get me through this way of work, life, and other family stuff. Without music, there is no smile.

 Green soup was particularly to write about. It was to die for, so spicy and killing you instantly. What did I do to deserve it? Don't answer that. Many people would agree that I deserve to die. Why? Because I like the green soup. Everyone does. This one was to die for. Killing in your throat, stomach, to die for, bread, sauce and pasta with beef around it. Doesn't help. I will show you a picture of it. You think it's cute, but wait until it kills you. In the end, we didn't even finish it. Almost to die for. It's not like that piece of cake. 

 I was alone for couple of hours. Finally alone.

Bullying is consistent, doesn't allow you to work, to sleep, to make progress. It is a severe consequence of trying to make it in the world, and others just try to make you trip, fall into a never-ending darkness and fail to come back. It is effortless to come back, would you think so? Others overestimate how difficult it is, you restrict all the sources of communication, lose yourself as otherwise your awareness will be washed away. Tide. What is left, is you, your sea shell, and your human piece is not working, not doing anything, not moving and you are not able to sense, feel, laugh, smile, or anything. Is it a joke? Is this something we should wake up from, smell the grass, wind and other natural phenomena? One reason I came to natural phenomena and its investigation is to understand the movements, caused and being happened in the nature. It is one of the reasons, I came to study this, to feel the true life, power and strength of life, the true force coming from somewhere stron...