Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Monday, January 23, 2012
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Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
My First Page
P. S. The first words were written in my native language - Ukrainian. Love the language and respect it so much. I haven't already decided which language I'll use for writing in the future, but for now the inspiration comes in Ukrainian. :)
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Listening To The Sea
Sunny beach. Azure sea. The arches of palm trees belly dancing with the music of the wind.
Whisper of waves reveals the secrets of life. I would like to record all the wisdom, but don't want to mess around with paper and pen. I am writing in the sand. A warm and pliable sand agrees with everything that I paint on his body.
A minute. Two. Three. And the cold impartial guest-wave picks up my creations in the abyss of the sea. Only a moment ago it seemed to me that the answers to eternal questions were all in my pocket.
And now I'm here alone again. On the sunny beach. I'm watching the intricate dance of palm trees, listening to the sea...
Солнечный пляж. Лазурное море. Своды пальмы пляшут танец живота под музыку ветра.
Шепот волн раскрывает тайны жизни. Я хотела бы записать всю мудрость, но лень возиться с бумагой и ручкой. Я пишу на песке. Теплый и податливый, он согласен со всем, что я рисую на его теле.
Минута. Две. Три. И холодная беспристрастная гостья-волна забирает мои творения в пучину моря. Лишь минуту назад мне казалось, что ответы на вечные вопросы у меня в кармане.
И вот я снова здесь одна. На солнечном пляже. Наблюдаю замысловатые танцы пальм, слушаю море...
Whisper of waves reveals the secrets of life. I would like to record all the wisdom, but don't want to mess around with paper and pen. I am writing in the sand. A warm and pliable sand agrees with everything that I paint on his body.
A minute. Two. Three. And the cold impartial guest-wave picks up my creations in the abyss of the sea. Only a moment ago it seemed to me that the answers to eternal questions were all in my pocket.
And now I'm here alone again. On the sunny beach. I'm watching the intricate dance of palm trees, listening to the sea...
Солнечный пляж. Лазурное море. Своды пальмы пляшут танец живота под музыку ветра.
Шепот волн раскрывает тайны жизни. Я хотела бы записать всю мудрость, но лень возиться с бумагой и ручкой. Я пишу на песке. Теплый и податливый, он согласен со всем, что я рисую на его теле.
Минута. Две. Три. И холодная беспристрастная гостья-волна забирает мои творения в пучину моря. Лишь минуту назад мне казалось, что ответы на вечные вопросы у меня в кармане.
И вот я снова здесь одна. На солнечном пляже. Наблюдаю замысловатые танцы пальм, слушаю море...
Saturday, October 29, 2011
My New Moleskine ®
At last I've got my next Moleskine ® notebook. This time I've chosen the one from the limited edition 'Peanuts'.
My lovely cat liked the new notebook as much as me!
What a wonderful and inspiring words were waiting for me inside!
'You should start each day with a song in your heart, a gleam in your eye and peace in your soul!' - Lucy.
So now The Inspiration Book is waiting for me, for the first pen lines on the clean pages, for the first words and thoughts, for the new discoveries!
So now The Inspiration Book is waiting for me, for the first pen lines on the clean pages, for the first words and thoughts, for the new discoveries!
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