And it's raining in Amsterdam.

A Senta lezi dole ve Flying Pig
a posloucha Beatles
a pije osme kafe
(bez cukru - ten dosel u pateho)
a stridave hledi do prazdna
a na vsechny ty lidi kolem
(vsimli jste si, ze v Amst vsichni stale nosi cepice?)
a na imaginarni televizni krb
a do ucebnice histologie na diferenciaci krevnich elementu
a z okna na svitici dest a padajici slunce
ktere na holandskem nebi existuji klidne vedle sebe
a nikdo uz se tomu nedivi.

Surviving.

Living on caffeine. Too much of it, I should say, when I see shaking hands and fast fast fast heart-beating.

Or is it caused by something else?

All of a sudden... where are we? Two months ago, we were sitting in a cafe, drinking wine, and none of us could have ever imagined what it's gonna be like to be away and not to see each other for two weeks. The time's passed and when we find a bit of free time to call, let's face it, it's not like it used to be. I don't know if it's temporary or not (the latter more probable, though), but what's sure it's that we are more like strangers now.

What should I tell you? Early morning stories filled with songs you couldn't appreciate, the tower which is not possible to simply photograph and send to look.. you are not here for me at 2am when I need to talk girl's stuff about guys and I'm not there for you.. and that flavour which you cannot smell but I wake up every day surrounded by it and it has somehow become a part of myself.

And I know you know and I know it's the same with ya. And is it actually wrong?

Sometimes it's like those eight years weren't really true. Where am I.

Shora.

Pod žižkovskou věží,
dětská hlava leží.

Popláče si, nepopláče - a mě je to k smíchu.
Usměje se, neusměje - zlomenou má míchu.

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All the lonely people.

• at one not particularly special moment, I realised that all things happening are just meant to happen whatever I think, do, believe, try or want
• it implies that the meaning of life is just to live it
• to live it means to feel it, to walk through the city and do not know where
• there are no depressing situations, they are all simply interesting
• and we are all just bunch of proteins - suprisingly successfully breathing, crying and singing
• but all above does not mean that my several million cells does not still love yours