impatience of a heart

- that's a literal translation of a title of Stefan Zweig's book named in English Beware of Pity.
I strongly recommend you to read it.
Impatience of a heart is our unwillingness to follow the way our hearts are leading us when it gets too complicated, abnormal and when it may degrades us in the eyes of our society. Then we are readier to do something that will hurt people (often including us) than to set out against the wind.
Please don't let your hearts be impatient.
The requirements and opinions of the society are changing constantly. But if you examine you heart carefully and without prejudice, you won't find anything else but truth.
 

(screenshot from a czech movie based on this novel, source: ceskatelevize.cz)

never love anyone who treats you like ordinary  - oscar wilde

a star is falling. make a wish

 

cut out a star from paper and throw it up from your window, off a bridge or just on the street high into the air...and make a wish

if you want to make someone else happy too take him/her/them along and make it a rite

from the darkest depth I shall rose...
last two years were an endless journey round and round and then waiting for a miracle that would change my life. miracles only happen when you are not awaiting them.
last night I met a man that performed a brilliant concert on his cello on a top of a fountain and this for four gipsy kids and two homeless men.
I shall plant my soul (with the little bit of talent of hers there is) into our world and take care of her as long as it takes to see her blossom.

 (my own photo. feel free to share, but please mention the source)

letters to 30-years-old me

one of my obsessions is buying notebooks - new ones as well as old, used and half-filled - and dedicate them to some theme, or name them "the drawingbook - summer 2011". i have them all over my bookshelves and cabinet, some hidden in a box with other old stuff or concealed away from my beloved meddlesome mother...

today i want to tell you about one of them. it's an old notebook with gorgeous yellow paper and it contains about six or seven letters to my 30-years-old me which i wrote throughout last two years .

i always thought about my future 30th birthday as a huge deal, as a definitive end of my youth and i must say i couldn't (and still can't) see much clear behind this "deadline". i know it's very silly, but i never could talk myself out of this properly.

recently i wrote the sixth or seventh letter and in the process i read all the previous ones. there is surely some stuff i wouldn't recomend myself any more. but also it helped me remember some things i had found very important back then and which i might forget completely. i still do found them crucial and am so glad i brought them back to my mind this way...

so what i am trying to say is that maybe you can try it too. sure everyone can think up many things he would like to do in future and also things he "would never ever do in his life" and "would never behave like this"...

(p.s. i am very very sorry for all the mistakes i made in this article. i'm sure there are plenty. my english skills are not as good as i would like them to be and speaking about such topics is still dificult to me. i promise i will get better)

i dream that someday i will be able to rent an apartment in venice, most charming city i know
the streets are most beautiful in the fall, when it rains on the canals. in half a day then some streets are impassable, because they are all under water. people are walking around with umbrellas and churches and palazzos are appearing from the fog on every corner...

 

(my own photo. feel free to share, but please mention the source)

i once used to be a profound

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I have lain on the floor in the bathroom and thought long about how things are dismal. And I used to have a terrible craving for a cigarette.
"Finally, grew out of puberty," said the other but I feel so empty inside sometimes. I smoke, but mostly without the true passion.
Because a depression is better than nothing. Even though it's completely stupid and unnecessary depression. The adult world is no better place. It's not EVEN hopeless.
When I accidentally have some free time, I sit at the computer instead of books. I still occasionally roam the city, but far more than looking at people I'm looking in shop windows.
Was I right about the world, have I seen things clearer when I was a teenager or do all the other adults have truth?
I'm not profound anymore, so I'm not sure how is it all actually supposed to be...
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two times francis bacon

a quote by francis bacon which i find very true and inspiring. along with a triptych of sketches by an english artist of the same name - francis bacon - whom i adore. especially for his portraits. i feel like realy knowing the people he painted and being close to them in an intimate way...

begin doing what you want to do now. we are not living in eternity. we have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand-and melting like a snowflake. - francis bacon

 

(source: www.artknowledgenews.com)

and something not so serious...

 

(source: fanaticalcosmos.tumblr.com)

(my own photo. feel free to share, but please mention the source)

a man sees in the world what he carries in his heart. -johann wolfgang goethe

introduction

i decided to put here something every second day. so today is the big day. stay tuned.
because every day happens something amazing (- sounds so corny)
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my inspiration are all desolation angels - thats you and me and everybody else as who we are in those moments when you do not know what is reality and what a dream, when you feel life warm in your bones while at the same time have fear of it
actually it's a bit silly to write about such things in place so lifeless as a blog. paradoxes ...