Monday, July 28, 2014

I smell love

I am not quite a cat person.. but can you imagine what it's like to come home to a kitty with a heart for a nose?

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Magic in the subway

Discovered some Indian's magic kids on my playlist today.

Here's to the music someone else put on your player.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Soul food

Starting the week with a rush of energy, is as important as starting the day with a nutritious breakfast.

* Thanks to Dimo

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Make me move

I'm sure the first thing you think about when you wake up on a Saturday is: "I wanna get super active right now!"

Speaking of which, here's some (pretty cool) inspiration for you. Not that you need it, of course.

* Thanks to Joro P.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Unwritten stories.


It was early. That kind of early they sing songs about.

She didn't really feel like making her eyes stay open for the rest of the day, but the dog was waiting impatiently.

Olya browsed through the stack of clothes she did not mind beeing seen in at sunrise... let the sweater slide past her dreaming head... and made each of her legs go through the holes of a pair of old shorts she and her mom once sewed out of her dad's favorite college jeans.

The dog was watching each of her moves with some sleepy curiosity. He was still sitting by Olya's warm bed, yawning constantly, with a high-pitched noice coming out of his mouth right before it gets shut.

Minutes later, the two were out in the dawn, dishevelled, one with a pair of trainers on, the other - on a loosely-held leash. They walked sluggishly into the park. The sun had already started to cut in through the leaves, drawing yellow spots on the green grass.

There was nobody else in the park. And the nature had already told Olya about that.

When passing between the two chestnut trees at the entrance, she felt a thin thread of spider silk touch her face. Then it broke. The two disconnected pieces of silk started to descend slowly, sketching inexistant creatures, when met by a sunbeam.

Olya knew. She was the first one to walk into the calm world of morning bird songs. She was the winner. She had broken the finish line tape. And now the night was finally over. Conquered by Olya. On behalf of the new day.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Rewind the film again so I can fall asleep content

Something like a response to my famous anonymous commenter.
Well, if it's called a "response" when a song suddenly starts playing in your mind at the look, sound, taste or smell of something.

* Sorry for the repetition

Thursday, July 10, 2014

For me!

Latte (f)or Kate

"K" is right next to "L" on the keyboard (and in the alphabet, actually)
So, I often tap on the wrong key when attempting to sign an e-mail.

But who minds starting the day with a Latte.. though it can't be as good as starting it with a Kate.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014


How long should one wait for a beer to get cold in the freezer.. without risking to have it blown up?
It's kinda urgent.

* The picture here. Found via Google.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Love is on the harbour

Here's a two-month old memory.
You know I see hearts everywhere  I look.
This one was waiting for me in Thessaloniki.

(click on the photo to view it bigger)

Friday, July 4, 2014

Dance like nobody's working

Lately I feel so good, so myself, that I literally smile all day long.

And I have songs like this one, replaying in my mind.

Feel free to join in, singing "dance dance dance" quietly to yourself while everybody's working.