29.12 w Krakowie

Teatr Słowackiego Galeria Krakowska =świątecznie

miłe spotkanie na Kazimierzu ....

Domki piernikowe w Galerii krakowkiej - mozna jesc;-)

szopka

Szopka Bernardynów pod Wawelem- zdjęcie wykonała Jola H.

Chartwell in Kent- in 2004

Chartwell in Kent, England

Anglia,

2004

Siedziba Winstona Churchilla

- niezapomniane chwile z P i R i D...

I like the place because of its atmosphere of the great importance of the war era and the post-war period associated with the PM. Also the paintings by him and a gold-fish pond with all the green rhododendrons are splendid! Thanks to P and R and D for the opportunity to be there.

About the living.......

" Living is like going up a mountain; every time you go a little higher up, the view looks completely different...."

Doris Lessing " The good terrorist" Harper Perennial,2007.

One unnoticeable story of the existence - a poem by myself

One unnoticeable story of the existence

Unnoticeably vanished
into the air,
as a leaf carried by the wind,
and as a neglected tends to perish,
so unknowingly it had happened.

The story begins in the mind,
touches the heart,
goes through the body,
reaches the very legs and hands,
from the top to the bottom
covers every single human cell
and dies out unnoticeably
without any reason.

Unnoticeably and unknowingly
like Icarus we vanish in Bruegel's painting,
leaving behind the importance of saved memories
in our hearts,
we live in our past, our presence is here and now,
and the future is still to come.

copyright ©mirellium, 30.09.09

Books flowed in and out of the house in tides.....

" As a child they had teased her. Alice has a block against books. She was a late reader, not something to be overlooked in that bookish house. Her parents, particularly her mother, all the visitors, everyone she ever met, had read everything. They never stopped reading. Books flowed in and out of the house in tides. They breed on the shelves, her parents, and then her brother, happily joked. But Alice was cherishing her block. It was a world she could choose not to enter. One might politely refuse. She persisted, polite but firm, secretely tasting the power she possessed to disquiet her parents. ....I am only interested in facts.... a minimum number of books was to be read."

Doris Lessing " The good terrorist" Harper Perennial (2007)

Bez wewnetrznej przemiany.....a poem by myself

Bez wewnętrznej przemiany.....

Czuje uciekające dni
jak przez palce,
umyka mi czas
wraz z nim te chwile
szczęśliwości ukryte gdzieś
tak głęboko we mnie,
że aż niedostępne dla mnie
i innych też..

Nieubłagalny proces starzenia sie,
nieubłagalny proces umierania.
Nieodłączny od nas proces rodzenia.
Zamknięte kola czasu,
zamknięty krag wyobrazni.
Mija czas, odplywaja godziny
jak Slońce zachodzi i wschodzi,
zachodzę i wschodzę ja,
dzień po dniu odradzam sie,
ku nowemu brzasku dnia.
kwitnę z innymi
ale i samotnie tez.

Nieodzownie pozostaję sobą bez
wewnętrznej przemiany
doceniam siebie
i kocham siebie,
budzę się do życia
każdego dnia.

Autor: mirellium, copyright© mirellium, 17.09.09

citas by N.S.

There are people in the world who are not good and there are people who are good. If you are strong and good you will win.

CANARY WHARF- LONDON

when the water intersects within the city's life....
....being caught in DLR ;-)

happy times @ Greenwich, London

Greenwich pier

Queen's Ann house



Mr Infinite and the boat....in the world of fascination;-)



the view from the top of Greenwich Park - to the left the Millenium Dome......