Friday, June 24, 2011

I wonder

Would it help, could it be
That it's just the right thing to do for me? 

Stars. They are magic. See them falling down the sky, and make a wish, quickly! 
But don't say it out loud...

Would my dreams eventually all come true?
Would it be just as I imaged, the two of us, me, and you..

You can wish most anything. Nothing is impossible, if you just believe in making it work.
Go for it, believe, work, and love.

Could that be my destiny?
Is that the life that belongs to me... 

I think everything happens for a reason. We eventualle get where we belong and where we are happy.
For me, it's whenever I'm with you.

And if we truly belong togother?
Then we'll be, one day, forever...

I think that there is someone perfectly right for you out there. I know there will be.
It might only take some time to meet... 

And if by any chance you'd leave me alone
Would I die, being just on my own?

We're strong. We can handle a lot more than we think we can. Believing it will be right in the end will work.
And eventually, we'll have our happy ending.

I'd go with you, no matter where
We'd have each other, that's all I care.

I do believe in Prince Charming. Not riding a horse, but the feeling is there. 
That's all that counts, you loving the other...

(images from
Attemps to poetry are my own.

And if it comes down in the end
Remember all those ways we went.

What belongs together, comes together. What breaks, can be healed. 
What loves, is eternal and pretty.

I'll share with you ony of my favorite, sweet quotations. It comes from one of my childhood heroes. I think you know him, and you probably loved him too.
His name is Winnie the Pooh.

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day,
so I never have to live without you.

That's adorable, isn't it? 
Like it's in the movies, there's a happy ending for everyone of us out there, too.
It'll be alright.  We can do anything, like I said. 
Here is all we need:
Dreams, hope, and pixie dust...

With love, 

Some day my prince will come
Some day we'll meet again
And away to his castle we'll go
To be happy forever I know

Some day when spring is here

We'll find our love anew
And the birds will sing
And wedding bells will ring
Some day when my dreams come true

- Disney -

Monday, June 20, 2011

Please don't stop the rain

Water enriches the world.
How often do we complain about rainy days, cloudy skies, cold?
I do so, too.
Then again, I see the grean sea in the garden, all the flowers and the trees, everything which would not be if it weren't for the rain.
We need water, and in fact, we could see it as a miracle when it comes falling down from the sky, just appearing out of the clouds.

Water is pretty, too. I can remember the day this picture was taken, I was about ten years old then, and we were on a holiday in Bretagne, France. We went to this point, where there are amazing cliffs and it is lovely to see the water hit the rocks and to feel the wind wooshing through your hair.
It rained every day. Still, when I look back to it, it had a certain charm. Maybe it was just the kind of charm a child doesn't appreciate or understand...

Then again, we tried to enjoy the rare moments of sun. We went to the beach as soon as the clouds were gone for a moment, just to notice it had started raining again as we arrived. We still went into the water, only 'till our knees, but we just had to.
Do you know that feeling, how appealing water can be? A clear blue pool, a waveless sea, just anything.

And, when it gets too much, we just send something back to the sky, to tell it to stop the rain for a moment. I remembered this moment very good too. I was twelve and I went to see Robbie Williams live in Cologne with my parents and sister. It rained for a moment, but after the first act, it was dry again and it was a lovely evening. One of the best of my life.

I always used to hate cycling in the rain. Now I noticed, when I give in to it, it is okay, sometimes even delighting. Rain smells good, it smells clean and fresh. 
I once saw someone looking even better after getting soaked. 
You can't do anything about it, so wouldn't it be better to enjoy the circumstances instead of complaining about something you can't change?
I think it is.

With love,

I don't know where I crossed the line
Was it something that I said 
Or didn't say this time
And I don't know if it's me or you
But I can see the skies are changing
In all the shades of blue
And I don't know which way it's gonna go

If it's gonna be a rainy day

There's nothing we can do to make it change
We can pray for sunny weather
But that won't stop the rain
Feeling like you got no place to run
I can be your shelter 'til it's done
We can make this last forever
So please don't stop the rain

- James Morrison -

Monday, June 13, 2011

Weren't you all I wanted?

A rose in the high garden you desire. 
Always the rose, always, our North and South!

- Federico GarcĂ­a Lorca - 

I'm writing poems again. The feeling that makes me tingle and gives me goose bumps inspires me.
I can't sleep at night. That very same feeling keeps on filling my head every day, and it gets worse at night.
I'm cold and warm at the same moment. I want to scream, to sing, to run. I want to lie down and let it all pass over me. I want to lie down in the grass and see the stars. Next to you. I'll never let you go.

There is magic in my fingertips. It also must be in yours. I feel it whenever you touch me. It slips through my skin and runs through my nerves and veins. It fills my body. It gives me energy, strength, love.
It's a miracle, a wonder, something which isn't logical to excist. It does excist, though, but it still is incredible. It's a fairytale...

Yes, I'm the kind of girl that still believes in fairytales, even though she's seventeen. Take me for what I am, encourage my fantasies, and never say it's useless to believe truly that something special can happen.
Life is a miracle and there are so many things to wonder about. Love, all kinds of it, the birth of a child, friendship, travels, the Earth itself, even death.
Angels do excist. I know some myself...

Now could we just leave everything being and look up to the sky? I don't need nothing, I only need you and me and my freedom. I could go everywhere, I could do everything, I only need to know I can.

Please make me know I can do it all. 
And if I could do it all, would you do everything with me? 
We could be so much stronger if we only did it all together.

With love, 

We'll do it all, everything
On our own.
We don't need anything
Or anyone.
If I lay here
If I just lay here,
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?

- Snow Patrol - 

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Put down all my feelings.

Feelings are there to be expressed. The prettiest things have been created that way, and therefore we should go on, creating more. Some say the best things already are created, but we should try to be just as good at least. You might not become the new Michelangelo, or the new Shakespeare, but you could be just yourself and that should be good enough.

When creating something, I don't think it's about beauty all the time. Sometimes it's rather about dealing with something, or about putting your thoughts and feelings in order.
That's why I keep a diary. I like remembering the funny moments, I like to read back and recall. But what I love, is the moment I write it down. I love to let the day pass and think and philophize about people, things, happenings.
It always makes me calm.

I love how words and images can make a wonderful combination. I can't make the choice. I love writing and literature, books, reading, but on the other hand, what would the world be like without gorgeous images, without visible beauty?

I gave it a new try myself. I took the picture on our garden this Spring, as our magnolia tree was blooming with blossoms. The words come from the story I've been working on for such a long time already.
I hope it will be good enough one day.
How amazing it would be to write an actual book, to be able to hold it, to see the cover with my name on it. It still is a dream, but dreams are to be realised...

And eventually, there's the old-fashioned love letter. We write mails, we text, we call. 
Sometimes I feel like I've been born in the wrong time. 
I can just imagine it, a dress, a corset, lockets and curly hair. 
A wild romance, passionate love, all kept secret. 

Maybe I'm making it look more romantic than it really is.
Things are good the way they are, but a little romance would make it even better...
And what's wrong with a occasional love letter?

My dearest love, 

I'm looking forward to the moment 
I can hold you in my arms again. 
I miss the nights we spent together, 
just as the days you were by my side.
I have always loved you, and I will always love you. 

Forever yours,
and with love,

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, tomorrow I'll mis you
Remember I'll always be true.
And meanwhile I'm away, I'll write home everyday
And send all my loving to you.
I'll pretend that I'm kissing the lips I am missing
And hope that my dreams will come true.
And meanwhile I'm away, I'll write home everyday
And I'll send all my loving to you.

- The Beatles -