Ant #87. Two dads or two moms.

I've just seen this picture on web and million of thoughts have been born in my head.

First of all, I definitely support equal human rights and I support gay marriages. People cannot be judged or discriminated because of who they love.

But when we talk about children, it's not so unequivocal.
And I'm not talking about this kind of families where, for example, a woman has born a child, then she realized herself as a lesbian and found another woman. In this case there will be one problem less.
I'm talking about adoption.

Look at the picture! It's hard to disagree, right? After watching all the homeless kids at the streets who would say "He'll be better at the street than in gay-family!"??? I guess noone would say that.

But let's imagine how a child grows up in this kind of family.
Will he be despised at school? Definitely.
Will he be thinking his family isn't normal? Probably.
And finally, will he be thankful for this childhood? I don't have an answer.

For me this theme is very important, because I'm bisexual and I don't know yet will I have a child with my wife or will I need to adopt one with my partner?

Any ideas? All the comments are allowed, even bad or homophobic.

Ant #86. The world without borders.

Today I spent 2 hours to fill the visa application.
It has many pages with a big amount of questions.
If you do a mistake, you gotta take a new clean page and to start from the beginning.
And it's not the end! Then you gotta go to the proper embassy, stand a few hours in a huge queue, submit your application and pray!
That's driving me crazy!

I have to get visas almost every time I'm going abroad, it doesn't matter where I'm going. Well, maybe except of Venezuela and a few another world's asses.
And almost all my friends from different countries have to get visa to visit me as well. And to be honest, it's not so easy, because our government probably thinks that this f*cking country is a best place on Earth and everyone wants to stay here. DOH!

And I thought it could be great if there weren't any borders in the world!
Some of you would say that borders stop immigrants. But do they?
I think everyone who wants to change his place of living does it, and borders don't stop him. They only make difficulties for those who would like to travel more.
Also borderlines don't stop criminals. Who can say that in your place only immigrants commit crimes? People kill, steal and cheat because they are bad and uncivil, but not because of places where they were born.

In july I wait for my friend from US to come here. I hope he won't have problems in our embassy.

World without borders

Ant #85. Summer flirtation.

I love sunny days when all the tempters are getting out of their cellars like zombies. They come out and look for someone's brain to eat it. Wherever you go they follow you and try to infect your heart with the worst illness ever... with "love". Just one kiss and you're a zombie as well.
Funny times!

Run like hell )))

Last summer I had 5 people at the same time (+2 later) who would like to be with me. 3 girls and 4 boys. That was pretty awesome!!! But the fun began when they have known about each other. No no, I haven't had sex with them, but I can't stop flirting when I see someone likes me. I know it's bad and unfair, but I can do nothing with myself. )))

I'm gonna beat my own record this summer )

Ant #84. "Dios y un enamorado".

"Dios y un enamorado"

Una noche en mi cama

sin fe le pregunté a Dios:

"¿Puede un enamorado

entrar dos veces en el mismo río?

¿Por qué la luna en el cielo

no le permite elegir

y las estrellas siempre quieren

hacer su corazón sentir?

¿Y cómo un enamorado

debe vivir sin su amor,

llorar y sonreir al mismo tiempo

y olvidar los besos, su sabor?

¿Por qué esta tortura no termina?

¿Cómo salvar a un enamorado?

Mi Dios suspiró sinceramente

y no me dijo nada...

*****

I wrote the first verse in my life.
I decided to write it in spanish, because to me it's a language of love.

Here is its translation:

One night in my bed
without faith I asked God:
"Can an enamoured man
enter twice at the same river?


Why don't the moon at the sky
let him choose
and starts always want
make his heart feel?


And how does an enamoured man
have to live without his love,
cry and smile at the same time
and forget kisses, their taste?


Why doesn't this torture end?
How to help this enamoured man?
My God sincerely sighed
and said nothing to me...

Poetry

Ant #83. Flowers.

You'll always be a part of me,
What you love can never let you go.
You'll always be inside of me,
Like a flower you grow...

Today I've been in botanical garden. It's a magical place!

Flowers, trees, butterflies, birds, moms with their children... And the smell! Amazing smell of spring!

I wish to have my own home with windows on a garden. I would be going there every morning with a blanket, a cup of tea and my favorite book, laying down and reading it. And leaves would be falling down and covering pages of a book. And a pollen of flowers would be mixing up with a taste of tea. And ants would be running across my blanket.

It would be so nice!

I'm listening to the song now, that you barely have heard. It's called "Like a flower", but it's about love!

Ant #82. Sunny day.

It's so cool to say "F*ck off everything", to take your bag and to leave your office. 

Then you go to the city center, buy a cup of coffee or frappuccino in Starbucks, put your earphones in and turn up the volume.

I had an incredible unexpected day-off. The sun was so bright and warm! I was walking across the streets, listening to music and enjoying myself. I think I even was singing or I don't know how to explain all the glances on me. )))

Have you ever walked on the street with Madonna's "Ray Of Light" song in your ears?

Try this! "Quicker than a ray of light I'm flying!" Awesome!

Oh, I forgot! I had a headache the whole day! But anyway I was smiling! )

And you know what?

I'M HAPPY!

Sunny day = Happy day

Ant #81. Contemporary art.

Have I ever written something about it?
I guess, NO.

Well, usually I don't like it at all. Moreover I don't think it's an art. It's not about beauty, deep feelings, good emotions or positive vibes. All that artists wanna do is to create something nobody did before. And they don't care that noone except of them cannot understand their "art". So I don't see any point in it, whatever it is: pictures, architecture, books...

But yesterday I've changed my mind a little bit after visiting the "Double Perspective: the Contemporary art of Japan. Imagined world / Fantasies".
I never thought that the modern art can be so cute, touching, interesting and deep.

Take a look!