It always amazes me how people go around their lives with bitten tongues and tango steps in their hair not realizing they are brushing against me, you and everyone we know the moment they blossom or willow by. How does it really feel to live in an isolated room with no windows and too many memories of faces and voices? How does it really feel to be an orphan despite having a mother and a father and a universe in one’s lap? They do have this funny way of doing business, or doing life if you wish vikute, when really it is all about how much or how little wounds they make on your or mine skin, then brain – an extra curve or two, and then most terrifyingly - needle the heart. I suppose that is what he meant by saying do life. Do life. My pal Newton says every action has an equal reaction to it…would really wish to see him explaining how my doing life differs from his doing death. What colour is that line? How does it smell? How does it stroke your fingers and what is reminds you off? That one memory from the backyard of your family house – can you hold it? Can you catch it fast enough before its poisoned with the aftertaste of the present?

negaliu judet, ikaltos kojos.....jooooo......oh my god kaip mano seses megstamiausia mergaite sako