once upon a time.....

Cycling with Lori after being picked up with Florek – which at the end remains the same and one but about this later.


Sometimes the things become invisible that you could see through them. Laying on the corner, in the center, just in front, are disappearing for a short while that you could come back. Come back or rather gather your soul back together and get ready for a mystery of road that is spreading ahead. But those things give you time, give you privacy and intimacy, give you the freedom to sing wild on the empty road that wakes up to day, reflecting its dreams in the surface of the fjord, give you the opportunity to see the mix of gray and dark yellow that create the hidden mushroom of the stairways to heaven. In between the wind that whisper the words of love that again are hidden in all that surround you but you still can't see it. With eyes wide opened all is dark and invisible. But when I am getting closer to Lori I catch it, get it, unfold it and laugh loudly because of another coincidence that shows that all is connected, that all is as if it doesn't, that I am leaving this time for sure. I collect my left invisible things that suddenly are just there, just in front of the same room where we have been playing drums with Florek few months earlier on my arrival day. I pick up my soul from the corners of deep blue wild fjord, hide her deeply in the corners where only I know how to pace and leave all behind. Lori whose nick name I suddenly changed yesterday is sleeping while I am leaving, followed by the same crew as at the day when I was driven from the airport by Florek.

Decorative neither with meaning, the circle of life is spinning as an old caravan wheel on the sands of a desert accompanied by the tunes of the motionless waves.