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MY BIRTH
One day my mum was presented a blonde brown-eyed doll. It was my mum's birthday and that was a friend of hers who bought that doll. He wanted to present a blue-eyed one as she is blue-eyed, but there was no such a doll anywhere, so... He said: I think, some day you and your husband will bring up a pretty blonde brown-eyed girl. When winter '85 came, I was born... Blonde and brown-eyed...
My IDEAL Day
You open your eyes and hear the Rain. One drop is following another knocking on your window. It's an early blue morning... You are a little chilled with the wind rocking the light blue curtains. Blue and Black together… My favourite colours... It feels like something mysterious is going on. You are going for a walk. ... People are hurrying so as not to get wet. Umbrellas, umbrellas... I hate umbrellas. I'm in love with Rain. You're walking slowly. You enjoy every single drop... A long-long wide street. Blue-grey-black skies touching the ground… You are somewhere between, not here and not there... It feels like you are flying without wings. So easy, so cool, so pleasant. The wind is tousling your hair, kissing your cheeks and lips. Its tenderness is going through cutting you at the same time. Among the crowd you're on your own. There is no killing loneliness. You wish this being alone. Alone, strong, alive... They are looking at you as if you were crazy, but you don't care for them. It's YOUR day, so rare among too many sunny ones.
