I was wondering about people who really inspire me. Now. In the past. In a future...
Maybe I will forget about somebody. I hope noone will be mad.
So... let´s begin.
WHo inspire me?
Trisha. Definitelly. She crushes me down, she has to inspire me.
Linhartka. She crushed me down. It was ok.
Indiánka. The teacher of life. The hell, she is awesome.
Míša? Maybe. It was long time ago.
Vampire. Hmmm... She drowned everything from me. She has to let me some curse.
Cleopatra. Of course she did. She was the first real. How much did I change from the begining... Or - did I just become the real myself?
I don´t think it is important. The important is, who I am. Who I am not.
Who else is inpiring me? Áša. Definitely. Her autumn melancholy is holding me on the edge in the most perfect equilibrium. And Havis. In many ways, I still admire my the most favorite cousin. What about Beast? Well, there is something natural about that guy. I can learn from him how to be a real primitive.´Cose he has heart, you know - you should not be forgeting about it.
Dáda? Not any more. Not until he will be able to take care about himself. Count him as fallen teacher. Was he always like this? In that case, why did I want to learn from him?
Markéta? No. She is worth to admire but she is not giving me the inspiration.
Radka? She is the last good thing left in me. If she will be lost, I will become a devil.
(unfinshed)
