Peeling oranges with bare hands

It would be easier to give up and tell that I tried enough and things just didn’t work out. But I choose to climb that mountain because I know - the moment I give up, I’ll fall. 

pour some honey into my soul  so that all the sweet words you are telling me could stick for a while before falling into a crack 

An uninspired woman selling Hungarian langoshi. Hősök tere, Budapest. 

good morning to all the beautiful strangers whom I am not destined to get to know.

the tenderness of colours, tenuous connection of shapes and lines, a cafe round the corner, echo of somebody's steps and clang of forks and knives while somebody's having a meal coming from the nearest window.  one doesn't fall in love with a place, one doesn't fall in love with a face..one falls in love with a soul - of a person or a place.

blow it! i am so nice-looking here 

making a break somewhere in Slovakia. sunday morning coffee is a must!

so let me start the journey