tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47958913102954402442024-03-05T15:04:01.876+01:00Forty-six DoorsLilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-87305040496466017832014-06-19T04:46:00.000+01:002015-01-19T05:04:12.805+01:00Drums, fire and tarot cards... 'Mab travels to Morocco - Episode VI: Marrakesh'
Morocco seems so long ago now, and it is the curse of long-distance relationships that you forget the hard truths and remember the magic, constructing your beloved out of fragments of memories, images and feelings, mementos you've collected and brought back from the days you spent together. Good thing I believe in magic. And my ink pen on yellowed pages of my journal, which always Lilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-22763058789523015012014-06-18T22:54:00.002+01:002016-02-12T01:22:05.694+01:00This is a place of dreams... 'Mab travels to Morocco - Episode IV: Tangier the city'
Push play. Then read.
There's a timeless place in Tangier, with messages engraved into tabletops, and yellowed pictures of famous visitors hanging on the walls, with a picturesque view towards the ocean over roofs blooming in blue and violet flowers, and pigeons fluttering above the walls of the medina. The coffee there is thick, sweet and strong, the coffeegrains swirling as theyLilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-4467936260812303872014-06-12T22:31:00.000+01:002014-06-12T22:41:13.979+01:00From the blue gate to the blue town... 'Mab travels to Morocco - Episode III: Chefchaouen'
I see blue. I see blue streets and blue stairs, winding up and down the mountainside. I see blue paths ending with blue doors, some only half-closed, whispering 'come closer' and 'look inside', but we don't, we're too polite to invade someone's home, no matter how tempting it might be to see if the walls inside are painted the same sky blue colour, and whether the tiles on the floor matchLilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-64740094941723755912014-06-09T12:06:00.001+01:002014-06-09T12:13:33.440+01:00Neighbors with Djinn... 'Mab travels to Morocco - Episode II: Fes'
This episode begins in the early morning hours on the night bus to Bergamo airport, with a bunch of kids carrying stolen street signs. The air is warm and the sky is dark when I fall asleep in the bus seat, and a few blinks later it's dawn, and we join the stream of travelers going through airport security. I still don't fully comprehend that in a few hours I'll be leaving Europe and Lilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-23115562104869804692014-06-06T23:57:00.002+01:002014-06-06T23:57:16.444+01:00When I die, bury me in the walls.... 'Mab travels to Morocco - Episode I: Milan'It is a peculiar feeling, being watched by hundreds of empty eye sockets and laughed at by hundreds of toothy grins... The stories say that one night of the year, all the skeletons leave the walls and gather for a terrifying dance of skulls and bones. Maybe that's why they are behind iron nets and glass panes now. After all, you shouldn't dance in a church....
Milan showed Lilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-85913692920131071322014-06-02T21:30:00.000+01:002014-06-02T21:31:29.167+01:00Reverse film photosSo I put the film in the Praktica the other way around and this is what came of it ....
Lilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-66531814307300706042014-01-29T02:39:00.002+01:002014-01-29T02:39:50.274+01:00Nothing brings more self - awareness than an intense full body movement. The pain grounds you and forces you to examine exactly why you are doing what you are doing. You're acutely aware of your limits, and the importance of reaching them, but not overstepping too much. You realize that discomfort at the moment means progress along the way. It is good for you. It makes you wonder what else you'reLilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-28245581807186490242014-01-05T14:42:00.001+01:002014-01-05T14:42:51.176+01:00Spala som nekonečne dlho, ale noci pre mňa aj tak nemajú žiadny význam. Slnko som nevidela už niekoľko dní. Akoby čas prestal existovať a krv v mojich žilách sa zmenila na piesok, dokázala som len sedieť. A ležať. Vnímať, ale nereagovať. Klapky na oči, nevidím a nepočujem, urobím to zajtra, ešte chvíľu blažene ignorovať všetko čo sa mi sype na hlavu, veď ešte môžem dýchať. Ešte som nad vecou.
BolLilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-51722334707796625012013-11-12T23:26:00.001+01:002013-11-12T23:36:20.196+01:00I shoot film
After a long time of nostalgic dreaming I finally got one ... the camera of my childhood, when I learned the how and what of photography and spent hours in the dark room... Praktica! So my face has been covered by the camera pretty often. It looks something like this...
Re-learning all the numbers and controls, I took it on a test walk around Vienna, and with assistance of Lilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-71027961077681313812012-08-12T23:42:00.000+01:002012-08-13T08:01:43.382+01:00How do you meet people like that?So this is how. (contains made up words because this is how it is)
You feel it, in your belly, in your fingertips, that they could be an important part of your life if you are brave enough to make the first step. Start a conversation. Introduce yourself. Ask them out, coffee and talk. Tell them how it is. Don't worry, you'll recognize them, just don't dismiss the signs. Like the feeling of Lilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-78363562529373308102012-01-20T00:54:00.000+01:002012-01-20T00:59:26.749+01:00Clean surfaces and tiny voicesWe got a wardrobe! Huge thing with plenty of room for every piece of clothing and accessory we own. Huge thing needs room, and that prompted the big moving and rearranging of the rest of the apartment. I was surprised how the changes, the cleaning, the sorting and the moving affected me. I was excited, nervous, then cranky, tired, and in the evening ridiculously happy. When we went to sleep at 1 Lilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-29147400832876344502012-01-15T01:36:00.000+01:002012-01-15T01:36:17.101+01:00Too cool for school.Something I've been putting off: School.
After looking directly at this prompt, it showed itself in its whole ugly truth. School is a big part of my goals for this year, but now I see it is the one I would put off again. I'm ashamed every time someone asks me how long till I finish school, and I deflect, change the topic, make something up, I don't even want to look at it and answer it honestly.
Lilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-90984709574655848712012-01-09T00:18:00.001+01:002012-01-11T00:28:08.071+01:00My goal: DO stuff!I'm soooo behind on the prompts, and writing about the prompts.... but I'm catching up and accepting that it won't be perfect, and it's not a reason for giving up. This is the answer to Goals Prompt.
Last year, instead of just setting goals, I chose a word. One word to infuse everything I did in 2011. That word was DISCIPLINE. It was the thing I felt I needed to master in order to move up and onLilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-84129608073165474952011-12-31T00:21:00.000+01:002011-12-31T00:39:06.465+01:00Making Way for New Year & New Me!This was a kick in the ass for me ... Clean house! Gee, where do I start? And that was two weeks ago...
Reporting progress as of today. In the last two weeks, I packed up clothes and shoes and in-line skates I haven't used for over a year and put them in a Caritas container. The very little space this freed in my bookshelves-acting-as-wardrobe showed me how many clothes I own, and how much I Lilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-26814545438090832712011-12-18T00:32:00.000+01:002011-12-31T00:27:07.287+01:00For a Year and a DaySo, in tune with latest random occurrences telling me to get my magic on, to finally put to work the thousands of pages I've read in the past 14 years, to decide what path I'll follow and then walking it ... there comes this wonderful challenge from a wonderful blogger I recently discovered , and hell I would've been on board two days ago, if blogger would be so kind and work on fridays...
Now Lilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-60371755426497201982011-04-05T21:56:00.007+01:002011-04-05T23:18:59.205+01:00Obsessedbtw spring is here ;) Dlho nič, a už pomaly ani neviem ako sa píše na slovenskej klávesnici. Najviac mäkčeňov a dĺžňov je v zápisníku ktorý nosím všade so sebou, a tie texty nebude nikto nikdy čítať.Posadnutá slovami, obrazmi a obrázkami, zožltnutým papierom a atramentovými perami so zlatou špičkou ... posadnutá tancom, starým striebrom a čarom pódia, kovbojskými čižmami a koženými Lilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-20163791177416998752010-07-15T03:29:00.002+01:002010-07-15T03:37:33.564+01:00SilentioNiekedy strávim celý deň v tichu. Nerozprávam, nie je s kým. Mačkám stačí pohľad a pohladenie. Tancu stačí hudba. K jedlu rozpráva nejaký film alebo správy, a knihy mi rozprávajú v hlave.Keď mi náhodou v takýto deň niekto zavolá, mám problém nájsť svoj hlas. Niekedy vôbec nezdvihnem, aby som neprerušila to ticho, ten sľub mlčanlivosti, zložený v samote.Niekedy nemá zmysel rozprávať, nie je tu Lilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-53895779438678958092010-02-11T23:50:00.002+01:002010-02-12T00:37:55.974+01:00GiaPred chvíľou skončil film. Scenár poskladaný z fotografií, denníkov a spomienok ľudí čo ju poznali. V hlavnej úlohe krásna Angelina. A moja Angelina spala vedľa mňa, brucho ako veľryba. O tri týždne bude kopa malých Angelín.Je mi teraz tak krásno - smutne, chcem sa pritúliť a bozkávať a rozprávať sa o tom prečo je krása taká dôležitá, a o tom že je všade, že je skrytá, že ju skôr cítime ako Lilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-70549709377767316532009-05-28T23:47:00.003+01:002009-05-29T00:16:04.664+01:00Po kvapkáchPo kvapkách sa vraciam späť do tu a teraz. Znovuzrodenie v sprchovom kúte, kde zmyjem zo seba uplynulý deň a potom mám miesto pre sny a pradúce mača pri nohách. Keď dám do čaju mätu, prekričí všetky ostatné bylinky a ja ju prekričím medom a pustím si k tomu niečo príjemné, bluesové, vo formáte mp3. Mám sladko na jazyku a sladko v ušiach, mokré vlasy, a ružové pyžamo. Všetky moje pyžamá sú ružovéLilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-34949212525882952952009-01-12T00:50:00.003+01:002009-01-12T01:06:45.956+01:00FotkyS dýchaním sa mi zastavil čas, a pomaly ho rozbieham. Hodiny v práci sa nerátajú. Už nedočkavo chcem to čo mám rada, tanec, rytmus, ľudí. Ešte deň, ešte dva. Vyberám hudbu, niečo jednoduché. Sťahujem filmy, jeden film efektívne zožerie dve hodiny. Potom učenie. To zožerie takých päť a k tomu môj mozog. Do zajtra mi narastie ďalší a môžem pokračovať. Čas beží neskutočne rýchlo práve vtedy keď nemáLilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-9755504542020940512009-01-07T14:04:00.003+01:002009-01-07T14:08:59.257+01:00try to remember...and let the thoughts pour into your fingers... dream yourself away from the cold grey world aroundinto another dimensions with bright colors and soundsdance on your toes and look! there are wings sprouting from your back...the language is universalwords don't matterjust read the signs and follow themall has been done and said beforeall you need to do is rememberLilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-84226355082929352472008-12-01T02:56:00.005+01:002008-12-01T03:41:02.785+01:00Tak sa stalo...Stalo sa toho veľa. Nie že by sa mi nechcelo písať. Chce, lenže vždy práve vtedy keď sa nedá ... v práci, v električke, v noci v posteli keď už napoly spím...Tak píšem teraz. Angelina spí rozvalená na stole a je, ako jedna kamoška povedala, k sežrání. Po tom malinkom mačiatku, čo som si pred pár týždňami doniesla, už zostali len tie veliké oči, ku ktorým rýchlo dorastá :-) Ako rýchlo, môžete Lilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-21422582738548316862008-08-12T23:16:00.000+01:002008-08-12T23:17:32.737+01:00NedeľnáDnešok ako chvíľa, mačky a počítač. Toasty s džemom a jablkový džús, emaily z minulého týždňa a ticho prázdneho cudzieho domu. Spať v cudzej posteli, na cudzom vankúši, všetko pripravené, aj čisté uteráky a návod na telku so štyrmi ovládačmi.Mačky zmizli niekde vonku a keď sa večer vrátili, doviedli malé mača ktoré mraučalo a priadlo keď som sa mu prihovárala. Dnes som nepotrebovala ľudí, mačky Lilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-34621860788833102022008-07-03T13:18:00.004+01:002008-07-03T13:33:10.704+01:00Strana 123, 5. vetaLeto a knihy. Patria k sebe. Tak ako jeseň a učebnice ... stigma študenta :-)Po tom ako už pár ľudí z môjho readra nalistovalo 123. stranu, pridávam sa aj ja:"O všetkom sa rozhoduje už pred prvým kontaktom."Zdroj - Bernard Werber: Mravce. Geniálna kniha.A som zvedavá čo číta Blacksun. A Hradná Pani.Idem do záhrady zakempiť sa pod malinový krík a strašne sa objesť. Závidťe ...Lilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795891310295440244.post-24201637353464660782008-07-02T22:27:00.003+01:002008-07-02T22:42:48.840+01:00Cesta domovČím dlhšie som preč, tým radšej mám Slovensko. Už aj polia popri ceste mi pripomínajú že idem domov. A keď idem cez Prievidzu, zo všetkých strán sa na mňa hrnú spomienky, vidím priateľov, počujem naše rozhovory, usmievam sa pri pohľade na cestu ktorou som prešla tisíckrát a som zvedavá kde sú tí ktorí tadiaľ chodili so mnou.Všetko je také isté a predsa úplne iné. Chýbajú ľudia. Oni sú to čo dáva Lilithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08098976721140625181noreply@blogger.com0