two faces of Brno

lovely vegetable market
 Saturday morning 

welcome in hell
Saturday morning one week later 

....

It's familiar to most of us. Sometimes, we surprise ourself while talking the same way as our parents, giving the same phrases or just saying them in the same tone of voice as our mother or father.  It can be pleasant, funny, sometimes it can scare the hell out of you, though. 

This does not apply only to my parents , but also to other people once involved in my life.
It depends on what they've said or on the way they've done it.

I remember the most significant sentences, dialogues ... For some reason, I recall those with the negative subjects mostly, because it hurt me...
Some of them sound in my ears even after years and I cannot get rid of them...

And I wonder whether my voice saying something meaningful or hurtful does sound in someone else's ears this way too...

I hope not.

I 

will

do

my

best

to

not 

end 

up 

saying 

things 

I 

once 

didn't 

want 

to 

hear 

myself...

l l a f | f a l l

...don't wanna stop flying!

I lost two earrings last week...
First of them was a beautiful black origami bird....
The second one, an earring made of fine brown feathers...
I hate myself for being so distracted....plus
Is there any hidden meaning, sign?... as both of them were somehow related to birds and feathers, should I be afraid? Somebody wants to clip my wings?