Mr Lin and the sea

Sometimes I can see through the City. Sailing through the vast of the ocean is like a living your life once again. Mr Lin stands still while the storm approaches. With every strike of thunder a crew shakes but not Mr Lin. He gently bows and smiles as the circle of life crushes every single…

Mr Lin and Torii.

Rain. Mr Lin likes to think about people passing him by. What are their names, where are they come from, why are they here and now. Sometimes he likes to imagine stories about them - different stories and not always with a happy end. Sunset. People are all so different. With a different hopes, wishes,…

Cityscapes vol. 27

Vintage as it can be. My City. Throwing away all the negative emotions I simply rebuild myself. And I must say I'm pretty good at this. Of course there's plenty work to do, but it's not blurry anymore. I reached to Zen and meditation. Not in the mumbo-jumbo way, I wasn't born to be a…

Turning point.

Some things make your life crumble. There are events that cannot be predicted, but in the end - no matter how much they broke you - can be your new beginning. Or at least you should treat it like that. With every tear drop and heartbreak comes a clean breath. What better time to start…

Café of Broken Dreams.

Blurry visions of my future. Funny thing. At my age (37) almost all of my friends are wives/husbands and mothers/fathers. As silly as it may sound I never thought about myself as a man ready to become one of them. Wanderer, Peter Pan, always young at heart and mind. And when I finally learnt that…

Vanishing point.

I find myself driving through the empty streets of my City. Don't know where I'm going and why, rain drops splashes on my winshield. In the background song of the Xxanaxx "Nie znajdziesz mnie" (You won't find me). Night. Street. Music. Me. I need to clear my mind, my soul, my heart. I like driving…

Broken bones.

The finish line is where you draw it. Isn't that obvious? No. It isn't. Life is a pocket full of things that doesn't seems to fit together. Present just passed and the last breath was the first of the new day. Past, present and future mix in just a blink of an eye. I want…

Little by little

Colors of sadness. Only time heal the wounds. Or at least that's what people say. They're right, right? Dunno. I don't like emptiness that's down in my soul. And I don't like that damn sadness that is a new part of me. I have many new things in my. New philosophy. Looking for myself again.…