“A woman and an Artist”

When people ask

- where are You from?-

- I’m an Artist -

what are You actually doing?

what sort of Art?

I’m painting on white plates

some formed in circle

some in square

Leaves of rouquette, paprika slices,

apricot pieces and smoked fish

Few drops of oil, lemon & love

and that I serve to whom I love

I write the pictures

on computer’s screen

letters between lovers

text messages between dancers

I’m drawing emotions,

cutting thoughts, polishing movements

reading from hieroglyphs and alchemy

modeling scarves on my head

searching for new discoveries

from quantum philosophy

and pre-history

To be an artist

each of us could do

Take BE and DO - give them a space

mix, shake, move, translate

act & wait, dance & play

laugh a lot

and foremost

LOVE

“how to love her...”

DO! You don’t need my permission

all that risk is yours

of keeping or not keeping your words

(I wonder how HE will do that?)

(I wonder how SHE will respond?)

to wonder is to long for more

vertical more and horizontal more

but if you long for my love, maître

don’t swear to me,

please,

.....BE

“friends or enemies?”

my heart is hungry for more

vertical more

not horizontal more

my mind is hungry for more

for more depth

not length more

I may not be a "Pretty Woman"

but I am a joyful one

if I'm not Julia Roberts

I'm at least a Slovak goodness

I've loved many men

without regret

I've admired many men

I still remember them

"friends should not be lovers"

an anonymous proverb says

so, does only hostility make

for passionate lovers ?  

any true adventure

contains a drop of danger

walk with me to see

whether we are friends or enemies

“I’m mad about you...”

Blå Time on Store Kongensgade 36

is full of magical moments

A gentleman, very elegant one

opened the front door with esteem

and pleasure for both of us

A young man seduced by an iPhone

which clattered suddenly on the floor

  

-excuse me, Madam, too much energy-

-oh...I’m sorry I only wish to see

a picture behind you-

And moments without YOU

when nobody is opening the door

and no one is dropping

mobiles on the floor

You’ve been there through their eyes

Blå Time cafeteria on

Store Kongnesgade 36

in Copenhagen

“the color of wine...”

My eyes are gray & blue and green & brown

mostly my feelings speak through my eyes

My lips are full, my hair is bright -

and on my face, more and more smile lines

You are too old! You are too young!

Where were you born? Religious issues?

I’m soft and ripe

a perfect description of wine

would You like a glass...DO?

the color of wine

good at beginning

the taste stays

forever...BE

“Lady in Love”

I love a man who I do not know

and what does that mean ?

I’m full of love

is it not easy loving me?

maybe is dangerous loving you?

what does a woman in love do?

she moves mountains

how SHE do it?

the speechless speak, at last

and that is always dangerous

mein  Schatz

“long red dress...”

I'd had two silver dresses

long and short one

never RED, BLACK or BROWN...

I do not have

long red dress

I do have BLUE one

EACH OF THOSE

I MADE  MYSELF

RED is shining

very special

needs a space

BLUE I wear without worry

Baggy clothing at the moment

Long RED DRESS

I am sewing

for myself

........through Your Mind

if You’ll kind....DO?

(I like baggy clothes ergo I don’t wear underclothes -

I like be FREE as a woman should BE

without caring what others may think)

I carry my treasures with me, always

..........BE

“work is life and life is work”

If Work is Life and if Life is Work

how far would you go to have more?

"Be patient, she said.

He answered, "No worries."

Let's mix our words

with a drop of our feelings.

"Be patient", he said.

"No worries", she answered.