New Year's Miracle...

The place where I'm from, they give to each other presents when the New Year comes, not on Christmas. I remember when I was a kid, that day was the best day of the year...We all were having so much fun, my Parents were buying presents for all our relatives and family friends... The snow, all that excitement  and feelings... We all were decorating the Christmas Tree...the big lights were inside the three, the toys, small lights... Then when my Parents were turning the lights off...I was looking at the orange-red-green lights inside the tree, deep inside... it was beautiful...Every time when I was looking at it, I was imagining that I'm in a Christmas tale...in a small town, happy people, all are excited and inpatient for the Christmas...close streets...in a tale like in the picture up there...

And now...I'm in other city but still with my family, of course not a kid now. I was thinking all about this when I went for shopping with my big brother...to buy presents for the family...Lot of people were in the mall, there was noisy but still we could hear the music... Old and good Christmas' songs.

 I was already bored of it, when I saw a beautiful lady standing in front of me, drinking hot chocolate... bright hair, kind short and  kind of blonde, wearing blue jeans, black coat, maybe she had blue eyes I didn't notice it then...She was standing in front of the Toy's Shop...I looked at her, after a moment she took a look too...Looked at me, then looked away...I smiled...after a moment she took a glance at me again  and smiled too...Sweet smile,  not fake one. She was a miracle...I knew how to read people's faces...their body language, and  waited for something and she did it... She licked her lips...that's my favorite sign.But meanwhile my brother got out of the shop...

"Oi! Look here what I bought...", I was trying to not loose the view of her, but my brother interrupted me...

"What? what you want?", I was kind of confused I didn't even look at the gift he got, I was trying to find that lady, but...she wasn't standing there anymore...she left, all I saw was a bunch of people running there and here for buying some presents... She wasn't there...she wasn't standing there...and I thought that I'm never going to see her again... We left the mall and headed to Starbucks...I was standing in the queue when a girl, wearing the Starbuck' uniform asked me what kind of coffee I want...I opened my mouth to answer her, when...In the corner I saw the same girl, she was like a miracle shining the corner, same  short-blond-hair-beautiful lady,... Doing some work on her laptop, so I didn't answer the girl's question and went to her...grabbed the chair...She looked at me with surprise , I saw that sign on her forehead, then smiled...

"You are beautiful"-I said...

Me and Lily near the fireplace...

It's night...I'm in the wooden house, sitting in a soft-comfortable armchair near the fireplace, and the burning woods are making some terrific sounds. And right besides me, on the other armchair is "sitting" my guitar...Lily... I call her Lily, now she is so quiet, in the silence she is listening to the burning sounds and enjoying it...The white side of her now is kind of orange and red because of the fire... Between us there is a small table, on it... a bottle of whiskey and 2 glasses...one for me, and one for her...yes her, not Lily, but her...Lily(my guitar) never saw her but gave me many songs about her...oh yes She...she whom I love like insane, She who loves me in the same way and always is with me...She, who is so kind, sweet, pure and beautiful...She's my miracle, but now...She's not here, Lily is here... I'm speaking to myself, slowly drinking the whiskey and looking at the fire...All I hear is the fire, lights are off, but the room is bright. I again take a look at Lily...Fender Squier Telecaster Thinline Vintage, black and white...That's just a brief introduction about Lily. I remember when I first played on Lily, it was on winter, just like now...I was in the shop, looking for a new guitar for me...I tried many guitars there Les Paul, Fender Stratocasters and another Telecasters, but my Lily was the best...soft neck, great sound... What I think or know is that, Lily is full of blues and tremolos... Lily likes when I play Blues, actually I play blues all the time, Lily also likes when I play Classic Rock, or Neo-Classical or sometimes Jazz...She plays no bad music... Lily is like talking to me...her terrific look just makes me play again and again... She gave me many songs...our own songs...I can't count how many times Lily helped me, how many times she just made my worries go away, she can just make me forget all the problems when I play... We had many bad and good days, and Lily helped me a lot... She can just solve my problems, I can make new songs by the help of Lily...my bad mood and worries are just disappearing when I play on her...I can talk all the day long about Lily..."Right Lily?"...She didn't answer but her looks says everything I need...Her look...silent but meanwhile so Loud!  I finish my whiskey... Turing on the amp taking Lily, I must play...I'm fixing the effects and starting the Blues... From Clapton to SRV, from SRV To BB King, from BB King to everyone else...Hendrix, Blackmore, Albert King, and in the end I come to my again...I play my own songs...Every single sound of Lily now is just touching my soul..."Haha"...Lily.
I'm playing already maybe for an hour...It's time to sleep Lily...But, I'm lazy to go upstairs...So I'm going to sleep here...in the big room besides Lily... Good night Lily...good night... I kiss my guitar , take a look again and close my eyes...But I open my eyes again, and here is what I see...

When there is a pack of cigarettes in your pocket...-Viktor Tsoi

If there is a pack of cigarettes in your pocket, 
That means everything is not that bad for today... 
Those are the words of Viktor Tsoi. It was autumn, I woke up early at 7:30 maybe...the blue light of the moon colored the walls of my room. I felt cold for a moment, then  put on my clothes...
Everyone was sleeping in the house, but me and my guinea pig. I gave her some food, played with her then went out. I was standing in front of the building, the fresh-cold air seemed so wonderful, and the windy weather with the bird's voices gave me a relaxing feeling...I took a deep breath, looked around and started to walk. The city was just waking up from the nightlife's fun. As I was walking I noticed that I got no cigarettes in my pocket...I bought it from the nearest market...my favorite Marlboro Touch. As it was getting boring,  I called my friends...When I got out of the subway station, the autumn wind just hit my nose. I was listening to Viktor Tsoi's song. I lit the cigarette...yeah the first smoke which went to my lunges and got out made me relax...the autumn, smoke and song, together they seemed awesome, just like a beer with a lobster, or Bill Conti's Flying Now song during the workout. I finished the cigarette and was already in our meeting place, waiting for friends to come...They came, we had so much fun till the evening...When the night came, I got my way back home...By smoking the last cigarettes, which my friends left for me, I was walking nearby my favorite places. My city...the old and meanwhile new city, I was and am in love with it.
The elevator came, I pressed the bottom of the 9th floor, while the elevator was going up I checked the pack...it was empty... Mom opened the door... After that happy day, the warm atmosphere of the house seemed like a paradise to me. I was lying on the bed and listening to my music collection...it went from Classic Rock to Blues... "Heh, yeah..."-I said and smiled... That was a great day, then I got a call from my sweetheart. We were talking about or days, she was telling me some funny stories, I don't remember them now...
When the music stopped, with the nice feelings of the day, family, friends, my girlfriend and the cigarettes, I fell asleep.
I know smoking is bad, and I gave up smoking but the nice feelings of the day...no man I can't forget them...

Picture of Viktor Tsoi... Rest in Peace last hero... Rest in peace...