Inspired by Olga Ravn “Den vita rosen” (The white rose)
The tea is waiting,
spicy, brown and ageless.
Cool room. Cough. Smile.
Sipping the rest of my words.
I know you are dreaming
about the big red cat. Fluffy. Smelly.
Sofa is medium hard.
There’re no red cats. Only green.
Boiling. My heart is sugarly-bushy,
talking to the back of your head.
Let’s go and buy a green cat.
Google. Road. I’m driving.
Why your hands are so icy?
Never seen the color before.
Icy is ‘modern’. Bored voice.
Icy is almost like passion.
But with “less”. At the bottom.
Happy food. Asparagus with eggs.
Silence. Cold attention.
Healthy chat about work,
office and coffee. Dreamy.
Speed. And papers falling down.
Floor is empty. Are you serious?
Trapped in the green. Cat is complaining.
Shut up! Slamming doors.
Darkness is trying to hide you
from my asparagus with eggs.
Yes. Again. Sorry, cat.
We should name him. Poor thing.
Fighting for the place. 240*260.
Hey, crumbs on the floor. Smog.
Emergency room is my mate.
Every night. Scratching cat from the skin.
Green is unique. Yes, teach me.
I’m very addicted to lessons.
2:05 am. Continue.
Lullabies aren’t my favorite,
but if you’ll find the right spot…
Thanks, for orga…nic apples!
My willy is also organic. Always.
And green. Check. Haven’t found it?
Cat is a bad guardian angel.
29, 30, 1. Counting.
Winter clothes ripped off.
Sounds like a great day-ending.
Sitting in the sauna. Hating.
Soft moustache. Up and down.
Passing by my stomach…
Trilling. I could dance, but it’s Thursday.
Meaowwww. Starting Runkeeper.
10 miles like 1 second. Far from a sauna.
Green tea on the terrace. Chilly.
Reminds me the historical fact
of this evening. Schhhhh …
H e i s w a t c h i n g. Don’t be stupid.
Bulgakov knew cats are too evil.
Too smart. Too dangerous. Too fat.
Too lazy. Too “green” to be “red”…