So here we go... another day... Quite a long time have I not written a single word...

I'm listening to some brazilian guitar folk, feeling a bit odd.. and in discord with the pace of my living...
I am learning to juggle... which is very relaxing and very difficult... I ve killed a few oranges so far... moving slovly to the top of perfection... Yes, I do dream of making seven at a time one day... one very bright day of revelation...

I ve learned to cherish the true value of a word... when things make sense they are sound, sound is good... I want to make sound...

I have completely healed my eyes, no trace of an alergy left. That was one hell of an unusual experience, which gave me a lot of understanding of being myself and of not being afraid of being myself...

Fear is bad, there should be no fear, but love and wisdome, and music and fire that gives light, tender heat and tasty food...

I am still dreaming of Novosibirsk, of the Enisey river and of all the decent things I could have done... if I had enough courage to dare... to think... to concieve...

The World Social Forum is hold in Dakar in January...