my white room

i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.



holding the skies
from the horizon and higher

все хорошо. лето только начинается


calm jar -
everybody needs one

i like it better like this, in the evening, when the light
gets inside 
and sparkles some rare glitters. 

meditate, dream, fall asleep. good night to you


4 a.m.

sleepless night, not even white anymore. i found this marker brush,
half dried up. made some lines about these memories and stayed 
up till the morning.


some nice people have asked me about giving a montessori lecture 
in the library. i fell embarrassed, surprised, happy and somewhere
deep inside i know that this is exactly what i want to do. and these days
i am thinking about children, like i always do. but more and more often 
i try to understand when is my time.