All about it

I wish I could wake up and see the face I have dreamed about last night.
I wish I had a daisy field.
I wish I were a little wild girl with golden hair running through that very daisy field.
I wish I were somewhere warm and sunny.

Then I realize it is not about where you are, who you are or what you have been dreaming about - it is all about your heart. It is all about your soul; about your shining face and sad eyes. It is always about one's heart and mind.
Dear friend of mine told me that I often say very HIGH things which make one nervous, but I cannot help - I feel that way. Sometimes I feel so HIGH spiritually that I am to explode with this belief and trust to Almighty. Really.

[Missing my youngest aunt. Woke up and remembered about her today. She is so cool and understanding, I wish I could talk to her more, to sit there with her knowing she could just listen and tell me softly whatever is good.]

All I really wish is happiness and health for me and my offspring (whenever I'll have'em)!!!
Nothing else matters. Absolutely nothing.

Mad love of women

What one can do after "Dating Shabbaton" but watch some movie about romance. Who is the best at the movies like that? Drew Barrymore of course.

"Mad love" is the movie I have watched millions of times and never got sick of it. Year 1995 when Drew was totally off the hook - wild flower flashing David Letterman, going out with one of the members of the grungy "Hole", laughing out her guts and being the sweetest thing ever. I guess Chris O'Donell was all the opposite - sweet boy next door with angelic face and blond curls.
So they matched the picture perfectly.

Movie's great because was directed and written by women: you can see only women could have written romance like this; only women can have fantasy about swimming the river over to get the guy, only women could have written that woman can shoot her love if she feels she is losing him... And above it all only women believe that bipolar women are most attractive and lovable like that of Drew's character.
Don't we?

Something I'll never be

I've always wanted to be a hippie, you know that?
Today I was looking at the pictures of Michelle Phillips of 'The mamas and the papas' and realized that I wish I was born at that times, but I'm not sure whether I'd dared to become the flower child. Not everyone in 60's was hippie.

I just like the idea of it, of that crazy freedom, flowers, colourful dresses and long blonde hair.
One always dreams of something she'll never be. Because I never dream, I just act... and if I dream, it means that I have no guts to do it.

It's rainy and freezing Monday in Berlin. Suddenly I wish I could go out and walk with my friend Chili, drink hot tea and talk about poetry and this impossible life, where you seem to find the way, but it slips away and you keep on searching. Maybe it's just as it should be, who am I to know.

I'm just Franny lost in the rye.