• Around home and village

    Autumnal air

    There was a pond fishing in our village yesterday and I was firmly convinced to go there and to take my camera. The pond fishing takes place every year in the beginning of October and although we have been living here for 9 years, we have never been to it. I supposed that it would start early and wanted to be there at 8 o’clock at the latest but we got up not that early and came to the pond at about 9:15 a.m. I had the camera but there was nothing interesting to be shot as nearly all the fish were already out in tanks being weighed, sold and…

  • Poetry

    Metamorphoses

    Just a small rise in temperature is enoughto turn sparkling white snow into muddy and dirty slush. Just an inconspicuous moment of hesitation is enoughto turn a resolution into empty words. Just the slightest breath of laziness is enoughto turn promises into reproaches. Well, be sure that mud won’t turn back into snow.Trust won’t arise from disappointment.But every following minute brings a chance to start again. A chance for me.A chance for you.Because each of us carries the burden of their guilt.