I had a dog. Cream colored six weeks old puppy was crying when I found him dragged away from his brothers and sisters for a death in pain and being eaten by the warms. I took him with me. Protected by light we crossed the streets of the city to the pharmacy where I got all surgery equipment to make his life or death easier. I believed he will stay alive. I met the gazes of misunderstanding, compassionate looks, blessing gestures. When we were flying above the world to give him a chance the love was spread around us. A trigger to the hearts that maybe it is worth to try. We took away all the warms, we put the cream and bandage, we calmed him down and fed with milk. We caressed him a while by the bonfire where later he slept in my feet. During this short night of the moonlight we encountered many voices. In the morning he got a name - Diego. After he got baptized and I got love and courage to go and fight we left the paradise. We got to the bus stop and tried to get on one to seek salvation in the city. The morning was full of light, full of love, full of hope and full of wishes. I sat on the back sit trying to avoid people while I cried. The blue light run through my finger when Diego merged with the stars. There he laid, my small dog, dead with an open mouth. At the same moment just before when I have still seen his little belly moving up and down the words of one polish song came upon me. The words were simple and timeless, talked about the world that has to change, and that there are still people which hearts are fulfilled with intentions to give a love and that it is worth to trust and believe in change, in light and in life. After Diego has passed away, silence like a sea wave took me away to the vanish of thoughts. I got off on the first bus stop just by the Ganesha temple. I sat under the tree and connected to it with myself. For a moment I understood the stupidity of humans, of changing destiny driven by desire, candles, Indian sticks, prayers, to become someone else, to escape from what is waiting for you, not to accept your path.

On my way back I got flowers and coconut oil for Diego. I buried him under one tree with a beautiful sight on sea. Later on I met Johanna, we cried together a bit and watched the sea in silence. People were playing on the beach. The sea was untouched. Full of power with five meters high waves didn't let anyone to its kingdom. Familiar hawks were flying over our heads. Both of us drawn deep inside perception and affirmation of life and death. We were sad and happy at the same time. Diego passed away but at least he saved a life from living on an Indian street, where disrespect to animals is covered by the bells of poojas.

Sun, hawks, the Ocean.

Disrespect, careless, stupidity.


India.

Moments. That's all what we need, that;s all what we create, that's all what is given to us. Sometimes disconnected and feeling miserable, other time in full life, touching the air with the fingers of sensations.

Around me there are so many moments. Each is alive in its own space of time being sphere. All is real and mortal, all at the same time that sometimes I think I already died and now I am awakening, That all is a dream that breaks through to the realm of experience. Gestures, words, music, tones, sub tones, missed tunes, screams and whispers of love.

Lots of meetings, faces that stay in the memory, shared pieces of fear and ecstasy, nature, mature and fragility. The big pot of life boiling inside me. Who has a spoon to mix the soup, and if really needed. Thoughts those mine and those from outside. Loki crying behind the doors expecting some love and attention. She has no borders to show how important is to share and be together. How enough is to have a piece of meat a day and a bone to chew on and a companion to live with.

I lit a cigarette, yes I know, but again tobacco opens the gates to the world that we can only imagine. All around is a mozaik painted with feelings. Eyes that can not bare any more suffering of innocents. Transformation and migration. National Geographic and the Moon that try to communicate. Abandoned from centuries caves by the shore of a Black Sea, magical acoustic forests, wide spread euphoric dances, incredibly powerful mountains and landscapes, dull people who dare to think they are the most precious species of a planet, beautiful souls fighting in the name of love, stray dogs that also would like to have an owner, calm Bosphorus giving a time to reflection, heavy traffic that gives a time to dispersion, mails from friends and invisible net of our non existence, families who hold thumbs and friends those here and now. Our love, our questions, our unanswered speculations, our dreams and our fears, our lives and our ends. That's it what is happening in my universe with the slight difference that all the Europe sucks in snow and I wear a T-short searching for a cold drink while sweating of my happiness and dilemmas.

On the balcony of constant blowing wind, in the squares of repetitive lights and darkness I vanish for a moment of this moment to regain what I am looking for and what I have been already given. Being like a cube box I receive and perceive the life, the dream, or maybe both of them at the same time, with a reflection of images that show up in front of my heart.

I am glad that I can share it with you my friends and fellows.

Tomorrow I follow my love, heading east while west is burning in the flames.