Spring 2014


I sit in Eyre Square which sparkles in beautiful spring, and contemplate- how much money do we have to have to live simple and elegant life?

Or, maybe, I should start from 'how I want to live this summer?'

Or my mind, still slavering to capitalism, has its own ready 'templates'?


So I just sit enjoying the spring and trying not to think too much. I am drinking the sweetest Chai Latte and remembering words of Declan, the citizen adviser- '... there are not going to be lunches in town... no teas or coffees...'

But there are no lunches in town anyway. And there is a coffee as a desert option- three times a week- I am sure it will be plenty! Teas?? Hahaha, there is always going to be tea, haha... -' on the table!'- like I heard in Kevin Higgins's sarcastic poetry about life in Ireland- almost before modern..., hahaha.

And today I just be. In the bliss of spring. With wonders about time circles... Catching the birds with my sight and watching my Sun, which is rising...

Peace of the unknown is at my bay.

With tea, so to speak :)

Briga Saulė, 2011

Briga Saulė, 2011

by Brigita Stasun