my hearth was beating today. got scared. for one moment i thought of my father and thought again that blood in undeniable- strokes, being jumpy, being shy, being a gas camera and not having suicidal ideas- i was thinking hard as you can see.. i touched my chest for the second time and taking a deep breath, i realized that it is scary but true: the fact that im just alive.

wine is good for the hearth, for life. drunk my glass of wine, do i really need an excuse for that?