"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Archive for August, 2013

Beautiful

It was flowing, vivid, all over my back. Warm. Dribbling. Unceasingly. Waking me up from the tiredness. Waking me up from my own death. Lingering on my spine. Giving me the shivers. Flowing , caressing my skin, and from my skin penetrating inside my tired bones, and from my bones penetrating like an echo in my very soul, echo lingering between the end and beginning of me and between the walls of my solitude… The shower revived me, but it was a fading reminder of your hand. Your hand, lingering in my soul. Your hand, touching decaying flesh but ending in the core of what I used to remember as being me.

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Life is a flow. It has been a lot of emotion flooding. It has been a lot of tears drowning me. It has been a lot of paddling alone on a sea of solitude. From the moment I opened my eyes without worries in this world to the point where I was scattered in million painful pieces wondering each if they still belong together or if they should stay forever apart. Life is a flow, just like the time. The time in the sand glass has ended. I have turned it. Now all flows backwards, now my heart fills up with the touch of your longing hand.

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In the dark corner of a lost pub we are listening to seagulls screaming on the quay. The waves kiss passionately roaring behind metal bars imagined to keep us safe. An old couple eats supper while we share the taste of light and color. It smells like chocolate brownies and vanilla ice cream. It tastes like heaven and rain, like beads of sweat on your upper lip melted  by my lips kissing your very soul. It smells like heaven and you smile beautiful like a rainbow.

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300 words, memyselfandela, August 2013


Black & White Morning

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morning wakes me up like a barbarian
memories of my once living language
draining from my soul.

night kisses day goodbye
and succumbing dreams fade
in the emerging reality of the conquering senses

33 words, memyselfandela, August 2013


Textures

 

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Thursday Challenge – PLAY

Dear friends,

Feel free to join the challenge. Write a maximum 100 words as a comment or a ping back to your blog starting from the image below.

I wish you all a fabulous day and you are all welcome to PLAY.  🙂

Ela.

roseIt is in the eye of the beholder that beauty lays, and this beauty extends from his eyes to his heart, then it flows to his soul, taking then control of his hard working hands, loving hands, that make inert dust breathe and become alive in vessels that can themselves contain life in purest form.

This created beauty has the fingerprint of his love giving hand, the same hand that can touch all, objects and creatures, blessed hand that touched also the last rose of summer and in it the whole universe.

The potter has the beauty of an angel.
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100 words, memyselfandela

Photo: Andre, http://urkeramik.wordpress.com/2013/08/20/eine-rose/

Vielen Dank Andre.  🙂


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Silence

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Life

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Life starts with what we have received at our birth.
It continues with what we learn.
It’s shaped by what we lose.
It grows proportionally with what we dream.
It’s filtered through what we feel.
It’s intensified by what we miss.
And ends up by being what we allow it to become.
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memyselfandela, August 2013

Photo: memyselfandela, 2012


Drops

storm in a distance
smell the pressure in the air
wind caressing the life around
grass bending in a warm vivid dance
when rain sends in my eyes
drops to quench my fire.

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33 words, memyselfandela –  August 2013


Thursday Challenge – PLAY

Dear friends,

Feel free to join the challenge. Write a maximum 100 words as a comment or a ping back to your blog starting from the image below.

I wish you all a fabulous day and you are all welcome to PLAY.  🙂

Ela.

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Blue skies and storms, blowing wind and birds chirping, joy and drama.

Sweetness and curiosity, patience and restlessness, surprise and disappointment, longing and oblivion.

We have all different stories, yet we are all alike. We wear all different wrappings, different bodies, different clothes, different losses and dreams and feelings, yet we are all humans.

Life brings us together sometimes, just the way cupcakes freshly made meet for a while in the showcase of a store before they go each to a different destination.

Maybe life will make us meet again. Till then be happy and love with all your heart.

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100 words, memyselfandela, 2013


London. Eye. Sky.

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The Sound of Missing You

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Missing you feels like
looking at a distant sky in the darkest night
and waiting for a star to fall.

If I’ll happen to see
your soul shining through
even if you’re falling I’ll be catching you.

memyselfandela, 2013


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Did you smile today? :)

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Cookie of the day

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You Look Like Rain

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It rains with words here
however they are not just words, they are feelings.

It used to pour with memories
yet they were just heartbeats left behind.

Though drops fall over my soul
I’ve always loved it, for rain reminds me that I’m alive.

memyselfandela, 2013

Digital art: memyselfandela, 2013

 


Thursday Challenge – WRITE

Dear friends,

Feel free to join the challenge. Here is the picture, write what you think, express what it makes you feel. Write a maximum 100 words as a comment or a ping back to your blog starting from the image below.

I wish you all a fabulous day and you are all welcome to WRITE.

Ela.

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He was long gone from the room, yet in her deep fear Lucy could still hear him.
His liquid diet fueled anger was screaming at her mom now, her frail voice begging him to stop while he smashed another glass against the kitchen floor. Though Lucy knew that not even calling the police helped, as last time when she called them her mom lied that nothing happened while covering her bruised wrists, just because she still loved him.
He was not her father. No more lullabies in her soul as she prayed God to simply take him away one day.

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100 words, memyselfandela


Your Name

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I’m in love with the light in you
with your name engraved on the handle
that opens the door of my heart

I’m parting the ocean of the past
white at the left, black at the right
here I am in between smiling at you.

Entangled souls mating in an old door frame
having lost the skeleton keys
for their door that opens enigmas.
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memyselfandela, 2013


Black & White & Sad Eyes

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Divorce (in stereo)

You have given her the best years of your life, yet in the end she never seemed to understand you at all. And being unhappy made you think of all the good times you used to share and wonder why the hell you now feel like trapped in an endless nightmare. You don’t dream much, and even when you do it’s all about the things you’d love to still do, but cannot because of being married. Un-happily ever after.

If you’d have to make the top ten of what you dream to do again it would sure sound like this:

1. Sleep without being waken up every 5 minutes because you snore too loud
2. Be able to buy all you want without arguing with her about prices
3. Being able to watch the football finale and peacefully drink your beer
4. Being able to go only with the kids in the amusement park and actually have loads of fun
5. Spend time with the boys without hearing her complain about the chores not done
6. Leave the pile of dirty dishes in the sink without having a scandal in the end
7. Flirting with the hot chick next door without worrying about your wife
8. Go out in the clubs like in the good old times and get back drunk and happy early in the morning
9. Getting laid as often as you want, no strings attached
10. Finally enjoy the freedom you never had with your parents, never had afterwards, never had with her, and keep it.

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My share of this joint post is aimed to the people that had never considered divorce… murder sometimes, but never divorce.

Railing about nothing. Getting pissed-off over anything and everything. Day by day, year by year, grinding. Goading. Endless goading. It became a cheap contest. And once you got into it, it became habitual. You couldn’t seem to get out. You almost didn’t want to get out. And then you did get out. All the way. Your partner has thrown a plastic bag with some underwear and the toothbrush and put you on the street. Is it your fault, his/her or the government? Doesn’t matter! Nothing really wrong! Hell, you’d even failed with your partner. The groom should not see you in the dress just before the wedding, that’s bad luck. You know what’s worst luck? Is getting married, itself. I’ve read studies. It’s like 2 out of 3 of those end in divorce, sometimes more. 3 out of 2, some. OK. The fact is that you return to live alone. Or with your mother. You got all the freedom, but curiously your morale is at rock bottom. You have back your freedom, and you don’t want it. Your new status:

DIVORCED.

So now what?

I’m not going to advice you on what to do after you face the inevitable question: is there life after divorce? No, I’m not. My only advice for a person who’s just fallen out of a skyscraper window is, flap your arms…faster. I’d rather share some (ten) ideas about what not to do…

1. Always remember never to use two words: always and never.
2. Married or merry? Single people either get boring, or they stay divorced.
3. Don’t wish the death of your ex. They never die when you want them to.
4. If you found your partner in bed with the milkman, it won’t be a solution that you never take milk in the tea.
5. Avoid negative thoughts as: If a tree falls in the forest and kills your ex, what do you do with the lumber?
6. Don’t plan a divorce party. A divorce party… is that really better than a wedding party?
7. In the future don’t trust your pastor anymore. Pastor McFucking Bride this … Pastor McFucking Bride that. Fuck him!
8. Do not think you’re a unique case, a disgrace with two legs. No, you were unfaithful and so was your partner, just like any other normal couple.
9. Do not drink bleach.
10. Do not wait 15 days to bring laundry to your mom’s home.

Bonus: Don’t believe anything you read on the net. Except this. Well, including this, I suppose.
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Divorce (in stereo) – By Ela and Dugutigui ( http://damantigui.wordpress.com)


Crossroad

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time has no longer price
the wasted time will never come back
the wasted love will never heal
the broken dreams will never get resuscitated.

if this was a crossroad of life
you should carefully think which direction to follow
hope cannot be easily found
and not many roads lead to it.

I have lost you a long time ago
you and your kiss bold as the green apples
but in a dream I’ll wait for you
until I have no more reason to wait anymore.
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memyselfandela, 2013


Somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond, e.e. cummings

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somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose


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Silence

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Only One

Only OneMany people feel isolated and unable to connect with others because of previous negative experiences, depression, shyness or simply because of not finding someone that shares the same interests. In an ocean of personalities we have all some similarities, but no matter how much we resemble, we are unique.
Taking the photograph of this beautiful foxglove reminded me of this uniqueness. Among hundreds of purple foxgloves, this was the only white one. People that are a bit out of the so called “norm” are often not understood or appreciated. Though in my opinion they are the most beautiful and amazing.

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100 words, memyselfandela – August 2013

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100 Words and a Kiss

“The mouth is made for communication, and nothing is more articulate than a kiss.” Dugutigui

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People speak so many words in order to express feelings, yet I gave up on words when I realized that verbalization tends to often be a waste. I don’t believe in words anymore. Sure they’re beautiful, but there is a huge difference between saying and doing things. Like the difference between the cold perfect roses bought in a flower shop only on Valentine’s day and the simple wild rose picked from a fence and brought as a surprise in the evening just to steal a kiss from your lover. You see, it’s true, nothing is more articulate than a kiss.

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100 words, memyselfandela – August 2013

 


PLAY

Who told you that I forgot how to play? That’s right, I never forgot. And neither did you.

Hereby I open my own challenge. Every week on Thursday I will post a picture and invite you all, if you wish, to comment with a text of maximum 100 words – or the link to your blog containing the post and the picture.

There are no other prizes than the pure fun of writing together.

Have fun and play! 😀

Ela

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They look at you, but do they ever really see who you are?

All those bitter years when they have bullied you and hit you, mutilated you and injured you, all those years have only made your inner strength grow. You do know completely who you are and what you cannot stand to be anymore. Controlled. Humiliated. Abused. Scared.

No, all that pain was enough. It is time to break free. And you are free. And you are beautiful, no matter what they say. Does your body matter so much? Or is this beauty just your soul finally shining through?

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100 words, memyselfandela – August 2013