snow

i was right, it's snowing. on days like this i always remember an old soviet ny postcard depicting a remote russian village, all covered in layers of snow, a little wooden hut with a tiny chimeny and smoke going up to the sky. i don't like winter but i love when it snows. it feels so warm, pure and tender:-)

today we're getting together with lori mafia:-) aram my drop in and i fear it so much that i guess all these negative vibs will eventually prevent him from joining us... and why am i such a chicken?

hmm, that jaques prevert poem i read the other day...if i were not so proud of reading it in french i'd thought i've lost all the taste i had developed so far for good poetry:-) maybe it's good to write about coffee, milk, a cup, a lit cigarette and ignoring smb at a breakfast but i guess i like at least a linguistic twist in a poem. it appeared as an egregious attempt of a haiku:-) the west can't boast of appreciating simplicity, so it should not attempt its artistic representation as well:-) ("a pundit" is how arthur would dub me for this statement:-))))))