African savanna (source: Pintrest)  What is life? What is love? What is death? They are gifts. Coldness, restraint, a look to the future to some distant African horizon. You gaze as if into the night, sitting at your eight-hour desk in the office. Suddenly you can see the night clearingContinue reading “THE HEART OF THE SAVANNA”

The Aftermath of a Broken Heart

Now, nothing seems so serious,Life feels more like a feather on asphalt and the asphalt doesn’t hurt it anymore, i. e. it’s resting place.Like Xenia once roamed St Petersburg ,we too wonder, but in our own private separate worlds.We traced the paths in the silken wheat, among the yellow shafts, Those paths that were troddenContinue reading “The Aftermath of a Broken Heart”