I love to  hear cathedral bells, to walk in the countryside,​ to swim in clear sea water, to make someone laugh, to listen to Clayderman's​ piano playing, to drink white coffee, to eat Chinese and Japanese food, to hear bird sing in the morning, to smell good perfume, to sleep peacefully, to travel how I can , fresh air, summer time,  a good book, to lie under the Egyptian sky , the sounds of nature at night while I am camping . I love light. I love music. And I love  pure snow and night. I love when  light reflections   flicker on the  white wall in my  dark room .I love spring. I love not  picked  up  flowers and  shooting off the sky dome stars  . I love when Beethoven’s " Moon  sonata " is  mixing  with my  tears and when  Chopin is with me the   thousandth  time  and  when I  put my hands on  piano keys . I love hush. No need  to speak something because it is Chopin  and  my fingers have  already touched black-and-wh​ite  piano keys. Why piano keys have the same color – black and white -  like our life?

Women are like apples.  The most  delicious   hang on the very top of  apple trees. Most men do not want to climb the apple trees to  get those  tasty apples because they fear to fall down  and strike.Inste​ad of that  they pick fallen apples on  the ground which are not so much delicious but easily  accessible. That's why the apples on the top  think that something is wrong  with them . But indeed THEY ARE  WONDERFUL . Everything they are need  is to wait for the person who does not fear  to climb at the top of the apple tree . I hope to meet  somebody brave.

Do you know "Ground​hog day" film ? I find myself  repeating the same day over and over again like the guy in the film  does that.