How many times I have walked along
the main street in the city where I was born?!
In different years, on different days,
in different seasons…

Today, this morning I’m back…

Loads of new places are welcoming you
for a small espresso…

And I had one,
nearby the heart of the city
so, so close to its beating
ding-dong, ding-dong…
I believe its heartbeat
and ‘blood pressure’ over the centuries
is the same
not low, not high
Normal

My city seems so immortal compared to me
It looks like somebody has used a lot of Photoshop
Time and money

For a moment I smiled…
My pictures here are immortal too!
Ha-ha

But not me, not the experiences in my life…
I freely took a walk down to the city center
and its secrets
For the very first time I was falling in love with it…

People passed me….but for some reason, I didn’t
pay any intention to them
I don’t even bother to give them back their interest in me…
My city was for me my only one love,
my consciousness,
my loyalty - me, immersed in it
faithfully and totally!

I love my city details – haven’t descended with time,
I love its mistakes, I love its modern touch too
and I love to embrace it all!!!
I love to feel its wholeness…

A thought of my own mortality
came back to my mind
And I knew all the beginnings have their endings too…
Some very soon, some later…
Everything is coming to the very end!

I celebrate moments of my youth, my femininity,
my freedom… knowing, it will last for a moment or two

What is a moment in one person’s lifetime?!

I’m enjoying my morning while it’s still here
because soon it will become yesterday
and tomorrow hasn’t yet arrived