the morning mirror

The morning mirror. Is the first thing you do. You sit in front of it and you prepare. You repeat, without realizing, your role. It’s the role of your life. A role with which you have almost fallen in love with. You are actually dependent on it.
You come out of the house, and in front of you, the door, as a curtain, opens widely. From now on, darkness spreads out. The quotidian darkness, with smell of old chairs, with blunted red velvet. Smells like a theatre hall. It’s the theatre house in which you live your life.

In front of you spread thousands of spectators. Some of them come daily and watch you. Others are new. There, somewhere, in the shadows of the hall, are thousands of souls that sit and watch. They admire, envy, hate or adore you. They are those to whom, you perform each day after day.

You begin to play. Suddenly appeared on your retina, the light of the reflectors announce the beginning. The play has started. The lines flash in your mind, without too much thought, and the blower you have dismissed from the beginning. You are alone on the stage. You glimpse, in the backstage, your colleagues’ eyes. They’re your stage colleagues but they’re not playing in this scene. In the face of the spectators you stand alone. You and them, face to face. But the hall is dark. Just a few glass-like eyes take your breath. They’re the ones awaiting insatiately for you to hinder, hamper and stumble on your lines. They can’t grasp why you act as such and not differently. They’re disappointed of you, and never again will they come see you perform your role. They will leave the darkness of your theatre hall, well before the play has ‘sung’ it’s last line. But outside awaits the real darkness.

Outside it’s night, but in your theatre house, in which day by day your act unfolds, the lights lit up. You receive your applause. The curtain falls.
You’re back home.

Dare take the first step. You need not see the stairs. Simply step on.
Imagination is the key. It’s the power of foreseeing what is to come in life.

The Eternal Tea Hut Of The Ages

As you might know, in the year 2737 b.Ch, the emperor Chen Nung discovered tea by accident, in his bowl filled with boiled water fell a few leafs from the tree under which the emperor was resting.
And so Tea came to be, and with time this recipe’s qualities were discovered.
Starting with the 4 century a.Ch, tea becomes very popular all through China and so giving birth to 3 great tea schools.

The TANG dynasty creates the boiled tea school- the tea was boiled with rice, ginger or orange peel, spices and even milk. Under the TANG dynasty a very popular saying was “a family cannot live a day without drinking tea”.

The SONG dynasty establishes the grinding tea school- this is about the Matcha tea powder , which is prepared by immediate infusion in boiled water, bearing a vegetable taste, green coloured and it’s used up to this day, mainly in pastry.

The MING dynasty developed the infused tea school, the thing we drink today, inserting (introducing) the tea in a filter and submerging it into boiled water.
These 3 schools were the founding spreaders of tea around the world. More and more famous Japanese monks came from all around to China in that period to study the art of Buddhism and up took the art of tea making back to their own country, Japan. One of the monks brought back to his country a few tea seeds to plant and so came to be the “tea ceremony”. Japanese sow this plant of more than a mere drink, giving it a spiritual connotation, that of spiritual enrichment, fulfilment and uplift.

Tea was introduced in Europe in the 13th century, by a Arab merchant, and after 1600, tea concurred the whole of Occidental Europe. Ludovic the XIVth was among the first to be fond of tea, he raised it’s status to “a royal drink”, “an aristocratic drink, at this point tea was actually competing with chocolate . The women from the French court had fallen irremediable in love with this potion and this is when the tabiet of pouring and drinking milk into the tea.

Today, the French drink about 100 cups/a year/per person, and were the first in the world to crate special mixtures of teas.
In England tea became a national drink in the XIXth century and Queen Victoria introduced the famous “Five O’clock Tea”

Sometimes there exist leafs that fall not to the ground, subject to gravity and earthy bounds, no matter how hard and strong the wind may blow; so do moments, people and facts exist that cannot be forgotten, although to forget is a part of the natural course of life. All that matters in life fully, truthfully and painfully is love.

Finding a place of solitude

....The sunset slowly igniting the sky in fiery shades of red and orange.

In the distance, dark clouds rolled oven in the horizon, riding the summer winds.

Soon day will give way to the night, and with it will come the silence that washes away everything...

Dream Box

I put my dreams in a box,

Along with secrets and desires

With poems and tears, and scribbled train tickets to heaven

and hid them away, far from the blaze of your eyes

Underneath the chapel of the cathedral of life

in soil, where white roses grow

and music echoes heavenly choirs rejoices.

Will they be safe from the world?

To whom, to whom?

On the lip of my glas
Have thine lips strained…
Call I shall the norns
To bringeth me luck.

Holy glass,
carrieth me in thought and dreams…

How many glasses, hid have I in the cupboards of my soul
Bearing so many dried-up kisses?
To whom, to whom should I bow
To bringeth me back
True love?

Lunacy

.Everybody needs a little lunacy. It’s what frees you from this world. It’s a wild "man" inside you. If, just for a moment, the world would stop, then you’d blink and in that glimpse you would see there’s a whole world within you, your imagination…