Lubię jesień, lubię czas przejścia. Wietrzne szare poranki, gdy nadal w powietrzu jest trochę ciepła. Zimne, jasne poranki, kiedy uważasz, że zima jest niedaleko. Piękne, ale trochę smutne. Dzisiaj szedłem do pracy w deszczu. Nie padał deszcz bardzo mocno, w powietrzu niewielki opad deszczu. Miałem parasolkę ze sobą, ale nie chciałem jej używać; podobało mi … Continue reading Odważni chłopcy, nie płaczą…
Further to my piece about things that you have to be in the right place at the right time to see...Yesterday as I was walking to work through the cemetery I stopped and looked behind me to look at the Sun. Not directly, never look directly at the Sun and now I've turned into a … Continue reading Set the controls for the heart of the Sun
Another insidious intruder into the language is "Train Station"; this annoys the hell out of me.
Why can't real life be like a musical? Failing that, why can't we at least have incidental or background music to accompany our everyday lives? I, for one, would love to live in a musical, bursting into song for no apparent reason, skipping and dancing along the street. Wouldn't that be fun? Did any of … Continue reading My life in music.
In the cemetery. Every day on the way to work, and on the way home again for that matter, I walk through a cemetery. At either end of this cemetery is a busy road but once in the cemetery there is a certain level of peace and quiet as you might expect from such a … Continue reading Life and Remembrance
I read once that it is easier to identify with sad songs, easier to get into sad songs; maybe this is a similar thing. I certainly do enjoy a good, sad song, something in my psyche perhaps. I enjoy happy songs too; let's not get all maudlin here but a good dollop of angst every now and again certainly cheers me up. Paradox? I don't know...
A Point of Views, A Polish Odyssey and Other Stories. 