For all those children who came to class barefoot, sick. The ones that no one accompanied, no toy army and no one waited for, for those who ran around the city with a key around the necks, that were raised by the street, those that wrote homework alone and those that shed tears at the first lines, beaten because the lines were crooked, for those who waited for their parents until they sobered up, hungry, who got their first meal in the evening, if at all, or at the neighbors, those who never returned, kidnapped, lost, those who are no longer here and those who did not want to be here anymore ..read more

She too. Her name is Frisson. She walks down the catwalk. In a dress by Anastasia Bull and has perfect facial features and black fluffy hair and a soft look. I never noticed if the models on the catwalk were breathing. Maybe she's not breathing. 128 seconds under hot spotlights, under a shower of cameras lightning, under critical and hungry guests views. She carries her body majestically, in a white long dress with decorated black sleeves which is reaching the ground, just like that, naturally, as if she wore such clothes every day, as if it were normal. As the angels fly through the streets o ..read more

And the bin stood further down the sidewalk, a little blistered and sore, and just sadly greeted people good morning and wished them good night and bon apetit. The days passed one by one, days alternating with nights, now and then somebody emptied it over the morning, at a time when nobody was looking. After all… who would want to see such a bin being emptied. No one. And winter came, and spring came, and summer came, and with it the flowers. 3 minutes read | 3 hours work Every bin is full of stories. About the others who are always passing by, just passing by, blinking an eye, maybe not eve ..read more

Maybe it was year 1991. I was sitting in my childhood room, cross stitching a blue butterfly according to a simple pattern. Three crosses, two spaces, three crosses again. I was cross-stitching for dear life. The long thread shortened and from one cross became a butterfly. I embroidered on white canvas and knew nothing else, the threads were precious and every colour was saved. 4 minutes read | 3 hours work If things of the past hadn’t happened, if my mother hadn’t shown me my first cross stitch and sent me out to buy embroidery canvas, and if roses hadn’t bloomed under her hands, I might ne ..read more

There was no reply to my last text message. Never. Maybe too much wine is to blame. Maybe hunger and maybe cigarettes and maybe fear of the dark and maybe someone hurt her. Or it was lack of interest. Or solitude. Or unwillingness. Or selfishness. Or they. Or me. Maybe it was the winter. Hair falls from the palms to the ground and it is slowly getting colder outside… 2 minutes read | 3 hours work the picture is borrowed It’s slowly getting colder outside. I remember a friend of mine who, during the warm summer months, slept somewhere near Prague in a tent with her boyfriend. In the winter, i ..read more

The postman rings and whispers and looks around to make sure no one else is listening and says that today is the big D-Day when special packages are delivered especially for special people who deserve what’s in it and those packages smell very special, after roses and they are tied with a special transparent bow that only he and I can see and they say those packages have a special charm. That they will change my morning, my day and, if I want, my life. 2 minutes read | 3 hours work That morning was different, that day was different, that wind was blowing in a different direction, that bell a ..read more

To make the morning charging and preparation for the whole day perfect, Roger&Gallet also has perfumed waters in its fragrant collection. Rose is the most beautiful and freshest for me. It is not aggressive at all, but on the contrary very refreshing and pleasing to the senses. It smells of Damask rose and Italian mandarins and musk. I am very happy that it comes in 100 ml packaging, because I will enjoy it to the last drop. 2 minutes read | 2 hours work You will experience total refreshment with Roger&Gallet in the shower thanks to Rose and Fleur D’Osmanthus shower gels. Both gels a ..read more

Fantastic. The body cream has a beautiful, sweet scent. I can already see myself somewhere in the south of Europe drinking a virgin mojito with a good amount of ice in a tall glass with a straw, a swimsuit with a lemon print, a straw hat, wet hair underneath, and no problems. Had I not visited a place by the salty sea and warm sand until now, this product would have started an entire galaxy of wishes in me. Especially the sunny and seaside ones. 2 minutes read | 2 hours work Here we go, a small summer review on Nuxe Sun products. As the name suggests, it will have something to do with the su ..read more

And the city goes with me. Over bridges, along sidewalks, around the lake, and takes me to the evening bar by tram. Where he will order me a cocktail that he says suits me best. Cosmopolitan. He sits me by the window and looks at me. This glint of the street lights in his eyes… We look at each other through the window. Me here and the city there. He does not go away. He is there with me. We are silent. Just like that. We look into each other’s faces and at that moment it was all that I wanted. That feeling. That tender silence. That love. 3 minutes read | 3 hours work Initio Parfum Prives ..read more

4 minutes read | 4 hours work It’s so perfect, that it brings me to all sorts of thoughts, and to silent madness, and the worst thing is the feeling that I don’t even deserve it all and that it’s too much and flawless. I don’t know where I would find a mistake if I was looking for one. I do not have a time. I’m busy. I am doing nothing and thinking about nothing and ice cream melts on my tongue and I cry here and there, just like that and Mia saves me from total collapse from happiness. I laugh at times and cry at times, and I am seldom calm. If this is happiness, then come and see, because th ..read more