Author Archives: juhulia

Enjoy the small things, they said. So I went to the local Mini Market. To buy some fruits and wine. There I saw your arms, strong, muscular, tanned. There was nothing more than a friendly and timid smile. And a … Continue reading →

a brighter visit a lighter time of year and points of transition i am counting stars within the celestial body of urban stratospheres a smokey bar again, with crazy reflections of the past on the walls and handicraft instructions for … Continue reading →

a patterned old tile floor in a smokey bar where once the alley cats used to walk upon to sounds of songs we liked when young we fill the air with chinwag and laughter gossiping about the good old days … Continue reading →

‚this time, it’s going to be different‘ you thought but you forgot to lay off the burden of the past ‚this time i will find myself in the reflection of your eyes‘ was the intention so well-meant and so futile … Continue reading →

******** Sea roses and frogs, and tree trunks in the sun while you’re dropping biblical allusions and we’re both are making fun of life’s confusions hastily, filling these blanks of this „getting-to-know“ like old friends, who’ve just met and maybe … Continue reading →

this is a tale of a dark forest and the time back in the days when the invisible touch of the night came closer to a heart of longing with a sigh and the sweet breath of a lover deeply … Continue reading →

when love ends, it does not end it keeps floating endlessly, still it is just a relationship that ends or an illusion, also named projection of one’s own desires unto the other when love ends, it never ends it keeps … Continue reading →

Distance is a long walk in the sunshine that takes you away from familiar terrain and familiar heartaches Distance seeks the unfamiliar that is new to your heart but unconsciously known bridging the gap is taking rocks and tools into … Continue reading →

my lips sweet and moist from purple wine i am staggering past the statues of bacchus and exaggerated monuments of glory. travelling alone, all by myself, but always in good company, my feet sore from walking on the grounds of … Continue reading →