A little bit different London..

"(...)Eleanor rigby picks up the rice in the church
where a wedding has been

Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar
by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?(...)"

Last return to 2007

New Year: hmmm... James Bond... charming, sophisticated secret agent. Shaken, but not stirred.. and Pussy Galore, his dream:D

Snowing dream

always across the universe

Cudo, majstersztyk, arcydzieło, zdumiewa, olśniewa, zachwyca, zniewala...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DbpVvr17q0A&feature=related

"(...) I'm going to strawberry fields.

Nothing is real- and nothing to get hung about.

Strawberry fields forever.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.

Sometimes think it's me, but you know

I know when it's a dream.

I think I know I mean 'yes,' but it's all wrong.

That is I think I disagree.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to strawberry fields.

Strawberry fields forever..."

Dream Days..

I want to talk about happiness and well being, about those rare, unexpected moments when the voice in your head goes silent and you feel at one with the world.

I want to talk about the early June weather, about harmony and blissful repose, about robins and yellow finches and bluebirds darting past the leaves of trees.

I want to talk about the benefits of sleep, about the pleasures of food and alcohol, about what happens to your mind when you step into the light of the two o'clock sun and feel the warm embrace of air around your body.

I want to rememberer the cerulean dusks, the languorous, rosy dawns, the bears yelping in the woods at night.

I want to remember it all. If all is too much to ask, then some of it. No, more than some of it. Almost all. Almost all, with blanks reserved for the missing parts.

I want only to love.. Special Present from special Person:*