Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts

Monday, 16 March 2015

Happiness is...



"A man. His life, a story so familiar to you and everyone else you know. Us. Constantly in  search  for this thing called happiness".

                                  The quest. Happiness. It takes a lifetime to conquer or perhaps one never truly finds it because one never learns how to understand it. Perhaps it is found in the most insignificant things that we never bother to give importance to.

Guess its hard to describe, guess its not easy to understand. Guess its not right to chase it down. It will come in its own time and place. One thing I have learned over the years, is that as much as we run, as much as we force things to happen, if they were not meant to happen they will not... as simple as that!. They will happen in the time they were meant to happen no matter what we do. One must let time do its own course, forcing will only make the wait more painful at least this is how I think it works, I might be wrong but its how I see it.


Happiness. How to: it is more easy then its seams. Happiness is found in a million forms shapes and sizes.

Happiness is in my opinion the simplest of feelings, the most clear, yet we so find it hard to recognise it.




...A late night talk to a friend.
     ...The rain falling in your hands.
         ...Inspiring someone.
             ...Finding someone as weird as you.
                 ...Being the reasons for someones happiness.
                     ...Falling in love with your best friend.
                          ...A purring cat.
                              ...A warm smile of a lover or a friend.




 ..Happiness can be all that you want it to be. 
Simply believe.. 


...it is easy as a pie. 




Picture by Hotei  




Tuesday, 24 February 2015

The rain whispered.


Destiny is what created this blog and guess its destiny that is knocking on my door again. Just by coincidence wanted to read the last actual post I wrote, it have been a long while and I could not remember what was it or what it talked about. It was ordinary. Yes just like me, but there! something made me smile. Something made me say the old words "ah! destiny" long time I did not mention you!. And here you are again on my threshold waiting and waving for me. What was it you ask? "Monday, 24 February 2014" the same date as today! call that a coincidence!.



I do not know how many times I have come here and stared for hours at a blank screen. Perhaps hitting a few buttons and then moments later hit the delete button and erase all in mere seconds.

But unexpected events, warm whispers from distant friends keep coming at night, waking me up. Sweet hauntings, mellow lullabies. This I cannot delete, these I cannot turn my back too. And guess this is how it all started on a cold rainy day. Days like these make me feel the want to write. Perhaps the charcoal grey of the sky reminds me of the traces the pen leaves on a blank page. The smell of winter and the tight grasp of all that is winter drags me to this nostalgic state of mind. The cold wind howling, raindrops frantically bombing my window and the smell of wet grass, yes this is it the perfect recipe for winter. The perfect setting for me to remember. The perfect time for words and thoughts to sprout.

Still it is not easy to pick the exact words I want to say, its not easy to break the thick layer of ice that it has been created, but even the biggest of journeys have its start with a very humble beginning.

What to say? ordinary! that is me, that is what it have become of me. Still cashing my dreams, new dreams, its funny it never stops  a vicious circle this is!!. always wanting more, always looking for something new as insignificant or bombastic as it may be. So nothing really have changed you may think, perhaps not much, its the same old me. The same old me missing my dear friends and missing this world of words and thoughts.

Sometimes I take a little peek at this magical world for a tiny while but unfortunately it stops there, other times I grab a notebook that came across the ocean and a pen that the waves brought on these shores long before, but it stops there, words simply don't flow.

Even now I look at these few lines and the only word I seem to find fitting is eclectic. That's me always wanting to make a lot, starting a hundreds of  tasks and finish none of them. And I guess this is another beginning, another chapter of my life, a fresh page.... this thanks to you for waking me up dear rain...dear friends...and here it starts...






Picture by tumblr





Monday, 26 May 2014

Cupidity [7]



Shadow Dancer.



Here is a fun one that I liked very much, and had fun watching. 
 Fantasy meets reality.
Seeams just like out of Peter pan's story! 
hope that you like it too. 

So let me to steal a few minutes of your time again, eight really!. 
But its worth it... promise! 

Let me know what you think! love to hear from you!. 

...

Enjoy!. 










Shadow dancer corneto short movie.



Monday, 12 May 2014

Cupidity [6]


Drawings and Dreams.



Here is a very special one that I liked very much, 
a bit dreamy, a bit fantasy, but that is why I like it. 
hope that you like it too. 

So let me to steal five minutes of your time again, eight really!. 
But its worth every minute! 

Let me know what you think! love to hear from you!. 

...

Enjoy!. 







cornetto short movie; drawings and dreams.


Friday, 2 May 2014

Cupidity [5]


The Oasis.



Hum...hmm not quite sure what to think about this one, 
Oh well guess everyone got to follow his very own special path!. 

Time for me to steal five minutes of your time again, 
I promise its a short one!.

Let me know what you think! love to hear from you!. 

...

Enjoy!. 







Cornetto short movie; Oasis. 


Monday, 28 April 2014

Cupidity [4]



Together Apart.




Its time for me to steal five minutes of your time again, 
This is a heart melting one, hope you like it as much as I did. 

Its sad at moments and sweet at others.

Let me know what you think! love to hear from you!. 

...

Enjoy!. 








cornetto short movie; together apart 


Wednesday, 23 April 2014

Cupidity [3]



Kismet Diner.


Here is the third video for you.
 Remember the films all follow a pattern, the same theme, 
but every story is different, not the sentiment though. 

This is one of my favorite so far, yet my favorite is yet to come, guess
 I'm keeping the best for last!, 
although I think this is the sweetest of them all. 

Let me know what you think! love to hear from you!. 

...

Enjoy!. 





Kismet Diner: by corneto short movie.



 

Monday, 14 April 2014

Cupidity [2]




Margot. 


And here is the second video for you.
 Same theme same plot different story, because every story is unique. 


Let me know what you think! love to hear from you!. 

...

Enjoy!. 








Margot. by cornetto short film. 






Thursday, 10 April 2014

Cupidity [1]


Beauty and the geek. 

Have a little time to sneak something out for you today, hope you like this short film I have found for you. I have found this one very sweet. 

Let me know what you think!. 


...

Enjoy! 











Cupidity by: corneto Beauty and the geek short movie.





Monday, 28 October 2013

Time.




It is the most abundant thing we have and yet we can never have enough of it. We are constantly loosing it but we never really realise. It is the most precious thing one can own but we never value it and we constantly waste it away... 










It was another morning, like many others I lived, like many have come and simply flew away without me noticing or caring that they went by. Yet this morning my mind, thoughts and eyes worked in harmony with each other. They played the most beautiful melody, yet it saddened the heart. I had that sunken feeling that something was to happen. I could not quite grasp the feeling even though I tried to understand. Then like many other times it slowly made sense, it slowly came to me, slowly the colours became more vivid, and yet again I was drawn into my secret world, the secret world of my mind. There where colours are bright there where sound does not exist, it exists only the sound of my thoughts, that from soft, hush murmurs become loud clear voices.

How I could have done this to me?... how did I let my self do this? I thought. Then I realised that every one must think the same way I do, this is one thing we all might agree on, we all have wasted time, we all have one time or another disrespected this precious gift. How many times we thought, promised, vowed and sworn that we would never ever again loose or waste it, yet every time we fail from keeping the solemn oath.

As I look out of my window and see the autumn wind steal the leaves from the tree branches with every blow carrying with it stories and with each blow it pushes summer away bringing new hopes for a new life, bringing new memories as this year will soon take its last breath. This is a familiar sight to me, sweet yet melancholic. It draws me back violently to reality, but I hold fragments from the world I been in. Then I look into myself searching for these fragments and see the promises I did not keep. How many times I told myself, "Never make promises you cant keep" yet every time I arrogantly break this rule. I arrogantly throw and waste this gift we call time.


Once more I make a promise, a promise I am giving my word on, a promise that I will do my utmost to keep. By next autumn before the last leave falls before winter makes itself feel....the words I gave the hopes I build and promises I made, I will keep... I know sacrifice must be done, I know it will not be easy, I know its a fight against time, but for this time I so profoundly now value its gift - I will keep what today I sworn my love.







Picture by Hotei 
 




Thursday, 10 October 2013

Confessions of my mind.






It is not a matter of inspiration, nether fantasy, it just comes to me. I can't explain why or how, all I know is that my finger tips tingle. I call it tingling, fact is that I can't find any other word to make myself more clear. All I know is that there is only one way to stop this urge, and that is writing. I always loved writing, I did it since I was a child, it is something that perhaps is buried in me deeply. I look at it like when taking a picture, when you find the perfect shot you just click away to freeze the image, same is with writing it comes and goes, sometimes an idea can linger in my head for hours or days and many other times for just seconds.

Sometimes it scares me how my brain works, how I see the image I want to capture. Its not easy to comprehend, but I can try to explain. Its like being in a bubble, I see everything amplified and sharp, but yet I feel cut out from the rest of the world. Sometimes the colours are vibrant more then you could ever imagine, other times I'm overwhelmed by scents, sweet images laced with these sweet smells. This feeling comes to me sometimes for an instant... sometimes hours, and other times the image is unclear almost blurred and dull. So if you ask me what I am on about don't feel bad if I don't explain cause many times I can't understand it my self.

Keep on wanting more, I know she does, I know once she have tasted the forbidden fruit its hard to let go, she gets inebriated by its taste and liquor. I just need her to understand that not all I see is clear, and that many times words come to me obfuscated, almost like distorted, many times I can hear and listen, but simply can't processes a single word.

Many times I can read her shivering soul trough her teary eyes, perhaps after hurting her unintentionally, how stupid I feel. I should have many times said words I thought, that would have made things more easy to understand, not only for her but perhaps even for me... how stupid I feel...

Oother occasions I speak a language she cant understand, but those words just slip out without me having control on them, its just like my body doesn't respond to my own commands. How stupid I feel when sometimes I realise that time has passed, slipped away without ever realising, how stupid I feel...










Picture by google images 





Monday, 7 October 2013

Storyteller.





The storyteller 
Whistle and sings, legends - myths 
Truth or fantasy? 



***


Lost in the mists of time,
Stories of people, who lived and still live,
Many forgotten, perhaps not real?,
Its seams just yesterday, yet time trickled away,

Around a fire of lost notes,
Gathering grounds for those who want to hear,
He reveals stories, secrets to you,
Like a child you're eager to hear.

Carried from mouth to mouth,
Like the air that is "breath"
Till its sets where fertile fantasy grows,
And wild like fire spreads.

He chants his tale to the world,
His new name narrates -
Adventures, of triumphant knights,
Who battled dark to free the light.

The storyteller travels from town to town,
From heart to heart,
He make you be who you want to be,
 Battle dragons and ride clouds.

Storyteller reveals stories unsaid, 
He let the air carry his name,
Not knowing were his words might set, 
Storyteller brings a tear to your eye.

He, vessel of life, 
Like a bottle that might hold-
Water, potion or poison,
It will bring or take life. 


                                                     Storyteller.   





What Is Your Story?




Picture by google images 



Monday, 30 September 2013

The one to save me.





                          This is my secret.... 
                                     This is my story... 
                                               This is how I was saved... 








I am not sure what was it, or I am not sure how this happened, but let me try find how and count the ways this happened.

It might have been her dark slightly shy eyes, her eyes.... yes! her eyes.. sharp! yet, slightly sunken.... the way she tugged at her hair twisting her long curls. The way she let a smile escape from her plump rosy lips, surrounded by white skin. Her smiles and giggles sound naive, yet they have a mysterious feel to them. The way she closes her eyes to dream, and many times to let a tear escape down her cheeks, shutting her eyelids as tight as she could, ignoring the word around, or perhaps wishing it away pretending no one was looking.... not even me.  Her big dreams, her fantasies... how incredible they sound, many times exaggerated..... just like tales narrated to amuse little kids, may be this is what keeps me young.

The way she fitted perfectly against my chest while she reached her hands around me, holding me tightly. The smell of her skin.... her cool feeling skin...sometimes she shivers with just the slight of a breeze...

Perhaps one last thing...the way she looked at me... like I could save her from all the bad things in the world, Like I was the only one left that could save her...

                   This is my secret...
                             This is my story...
                                       She was the one to save me...





Picture by tumblr.
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Tuesday, 3 September 2013

Harvester Of Stars






Harvester of stars, 
Lost among a million dreams, 
Wake! its not a dream. 










Reached for your hand, as we walked towards the dark reaching the golden room, there! where everyone wore masks. It was not our place, or perhaps it was the place we so longed for. Among fake smiles and subtle chants we made our way to the top of the stairs, looked down and saw destiny unfold, looked up and saw past in its mighty golden glory.

Fantasised a bit to much, perhaps the wine, perhaps had a little to much. As we walked among the masks came to me for a second or two, a memory of a past night, were fireflies filled the air, were a sweet smell of blossoms saturated the air.

I many times wondered how to make you listen the sound that was still, now that I learned you heard I find it hard to speak. But tonight we are not wearing masks only us walked unashamed among the crowd of dancing  phantoms. Only us walked proudly unveiled.

As more and more the night went by, the stars seamed to shine less, perhaps shadowed by the brilliance of the floating city above, or perhaps out-shined by your glistening eyes as they foretold what they saw in the imminent future. A leap in the dark it may seam to be, but who are we to judge? without even giving it a chance.

We wore a grin as we went back down the stairway, proudly walked among the crowd, they bowed in wonder as they removed their masks. To our chariot made us way...







Picture by Hotei©



 

Friday, 23 August 2013

Brand New









It was not you, not the person I know, somehow you looked different, somehow you looked lost. Your eyes seamed to be drained from the life they used to transmit. Somehow I can feel your pain, and somehow I wish I had words to comfort you. Silence ruled where once laid laughs, stillness where once there was life.



Tonight We'll dance,
Tonight we'll drink
Tonight you'll sing,
Tonight you'll forget.


Forget what it have been said, tonight its the night to erase. I know how hard it was to pick up your mask, long it have been since you last wore your emotionless veil. Behind that porcelain mask, emotions go trough, the mask can hide, but not your glassy eyes.



Pick up your shards, 
Tonight you'll heal,
Show the world that you are not afraid,
As human feel when hearts are chipped. 



Trapped in the moment between being awake neither asleep, confusing the two... when you realise that you are asleep you force more your eyes to shut, for you find it safe to be there. But dear this is not a dream, and I'm afraid the time for you to open your eyes has come.



Tonight you'll sing,
Tonight you'll dance.
Tonight you'll sleep,
 To wake to a new dawn.


Your world was build for him, your world was "he". Perhaps an illusion a fickle dream, like a child you wished it to be real, but in this life dreams tear. and we'll ask why do we have to wake?... But why deny your feelings tonight, why hide behind your still mask?. Don't be afraid of what lays ahead, don't sob your actions, stop this mourning pain you hold to, as tonight your brand new. Don't look for answers in others heart beat as not everybody's heart beat the same.




Tonight forget the pain tonight forget the tears,
Tonight your unchained tonight your brand new.





My world is only you,
My world is new without you.













Picture by tumblr



Friday, 9 August 2013

The stoic's pain





Trough the flicking candles and soft lullaby's that filled the warm air, clear of every thought and wearing my best smile, looked like nothing could interfere on this surreal night . A giggle, a wink, a secret whispered into an ear. The night was just at the start and we just wanted more...





"You show no feelings as you wonder trough the crowd,
 Erased your memory by time, I thought,
 But shadows of you appear as I walk. 
No one can see you, invisible to the eye. 
Only in my imagination you appear. 
Like a fickle dream, while I'm awake..."





The sound of clinking glasses and the aroma of sweet liquor pervaded the air. Dance, sing, come closer it read on their eye, innocence will be lost tonight...





"I held my breath when I thought I recognised your face. 
Followed the image until it faded away.
It makes me ask, how have you travelled so far across?..."





Rose turned the air, and the sound of the world almost turned still, only the daring sweet smell of lost youth lingered crawling up the walls. Slowly they made their way into the narrowing streets finding refuge away from the curious eye, of those like me that never had seen...





"I smile with satisfaction when you flatter me.
Like any other would be.
Sweet sounds your voice for those who starve.
I just beg you, not to feed on me..." 





Make's you ask the question how naive I could be, in my world these were only wild fantasies. Tick tock goes the clock, we mocked time like this moment would last forever, tick tock goes the clock, until the first light of the day... Cinderella did not leave at the stroke of 12... she choose to ignore, instead of retreating, more and more joined the dark ball...






"You speak of love, but you feel none.
Hoo you speak of love but you don't know what it means. 
You speak of my love, as you know what I feel... 
For love it is not what you seek...
Hoo dear you, the stoic is craving for love..."





Entangled in a dance ignoring the crowd, both locked in each others glare, passion... as fluids exchanged. Heavy their breath became when faster the music played. Intoxicated by the smell of the awaiting flesh, more and more he bagged to her, with just a smirk she kept feeding the flame within.





"Inebriated by your poison that slowly infiltrated trough my skin. 
Your presence made itself trough the crowd unnoticed, 
Or they choose to just ignore playing the indifferent role...."






More! he whispered to the air, more he wished to have, more.. more.. more, greedy as rebel youth can be.






"What it will take to satisfy your sick appetite? 
What more you want of me?
hoo scavenger of the innocence...
Don't take the last hope away from me..."  



Dance, drink and dare till the first ray of light, then back to the dark narrowing streets where shadows reigned and the music never ceased.....





"Your monument stands high above every other.
It makes them look small, insignificant and weak. 
But yours is the one who's crumbling 
Now the stoic twitches with fear..."






...











Your indifference will soon revolt against you, and you will learn what pain means, what abandonment feels like... and the stoic will finally learn the meaning of feel...










Picture by Hotei ©



Monday, 22 July 2013

Sail me back home



The dreams we shared are slowly taking shape. Worked so hard to achieve the goals we've set and finally we are so close to collect the fruits from the plants that we planted a few years back. Collecting the fruits will not result in the end but hopefully just the start.

Time is going on by without giving us the time to realise, last June I was mourning a love (a friendship) that could and never be part of my life. Came across more then just emotions, my path kept crossing more and more people, some of them readers that perhaps wanted to know the face behind this mask. Or others, that felt like they knew me for a long while, from here I send all of my love to you all my dear friends.

Working to hard you told me. Well I don't mind I always reply, as long as the result shows, in the end that makes it all worthwhile working for, no matter how hard that might turn out to be.






...

"All work and no play makes jack a dull boy you told me with a grin on your face, and besides its your birthday you deserve it... Hoo what a day that was".
...







The sun was shining in its full glory, but yet a soft cold breeze kept making us hold back from calling it summer. You held on tightly to my arm as we set sail to the north, the waves gently rocked our boat while the  golden sun shimmered on the water somehow making us feel almost dizzy. Your eyes picked up notes from the golden strokes reflected on the waves making that moment even more enchanting.




Reached for my hand as we stared at the deep blue water making us question if what we had in front of us was real or just a figment of our imagination. The water kept calling us, inviting us to play with the cheeky waves. The waves were at times  teasing us  trying to reach our feet hanging down from behind the railing. Not long we were over come by the wanting, to feel the salty water on our skin, making us regret it the minute we dipped our toes in the freezing water.




Among a thousand people, giggles, laughs and smiles only one face was familiar to me, the only face I could see, the only face I know. It reminded me of a passed perfect day while we shivered in the icy crystal clear waters. Yet the setting made it all worthwhile and made me forget the other thousand faces surrounding me. The one smile I know, the smile on her face, a smile I could recognize among a thousand smiles.




Yet again the day had to come to an end, but not before a promise to return to this enchanted place, giving life to sleeping memories and giving birth to new paragraphs in this book called life.















For all of those who remembered my birthday, for all of the wonderful wishes I thank you my dear friends.






Pictures by Hotei ©




Sunday, 21 July 2013

[LOVE] he wrote!









Static! he said, and guess he is right, I am hesitating when it comes to press the orange publish button. What's the point in writing posts? writing thoughts, then not finish the last line!. Guess this means that I am not feeling comfortable in my own skin any more. I think and ask myself, why I'm doing so? then I tell to myself wasn't this the reason I started this diary?.

Thinking of it, its true... I know he is right but guess there is much to learn, and we should have learnt this a long while ago.

Guess it was love that made me start... then later transformed (evolved) to something more deep, to something more personal, but it kept the same idea the same meaning. "Eclectic" at times but still it changed around the very same idea. Guess it changed with me as I grew, as I perhaps learned every time I stumbled, every time I choose a new path to walk.

Perhaps we have divided ideas about this or perhaps we see this trough a different lens, but guess our feelings are the same in the end.

I say...what is wrong in picking up the same theme? if every time its a different emotion I feel. Who wouldn't write down a deceleration on paper every time one feels butterflies in his stomach?. Every time one is dragged in a stranger eye...captured in a travellers smile...

Many times I promised my self not to write about love, but then there is always that one exception, that only one reason to just put a few words down. Guess some people make you heart beat faster even if you never looked straight in their face or heard their voice, or those other times when you thought you heard that capturing laugh resonating in you ear. That giggle that made you fall, and that smile that made you go so gaga uncountable times.

If you think about it, and you perhaps won't need to over work yourself about it you'll know how similar we are, how many times we crossed the same paths. Love with no returned feeling....love at a distance...love that was just a fickle dream...guess the reason must and will always be love....











Pictures by tumblr & google images 




Saturday, 13 July 2013

Solitude




Ryuichi Sakamoto - Solitude












To you,
And for you,
Because...
You steal my heart
Capture my words
And posses my thoughts....








Solitude lingers.
A single note,
On the edge of a key.


Like your presence
When you are not with me.
A haunt to my sanity.


I feel your warmth
But you are not with me.
I hear your voice...
But you are not to hear me.


I am Only...


Quickly murmured Words,
Gentle While you sleep.
An Unspoken soft whisper,
A fragment of a dream.


Alone and pointless
Lingering, like solitude
On the edge of words
Hanging on to an over played key


Until....


With half a conscious smile towards me
You play that key into a melody 





This poem was gently whispered by
Great thanks must go to her for sharing this with me. 

Thank you






Picture by tumblr 
Music by Ryuichi Sakamoto
Poem by C





Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Understanding




Once more they made their way into my dreams. Once again I have been awaken by murmurs inside my head. The uncontrollable urge to empty my mind. Now that I know there is no way back, there is no way to erase what's done. I can't just let them go, these unsaid words are to dear to me, to dear to let go...




How funny this is, funny... perhaps I should say awkward. Awkward, is a much suitable word to use.  Lately I been writing and writing every thought that crosses my mind. I been writing on every vessel that could carry my thoughts away.  Anything!, as long the surface was good enough to write on. Anything to stop the tormenting voices inside my head, voices of the words still unsaid. I know if I don't let them out they  cease to exist, and how can I do this to them, they did nothing wrong they were born for the single reason to preserve, to make her somehow listen more the words I never say. And how can I ever ignore them? these sweet nothings...

These sweet little noises, perhaps good to say more then just whispers. Not easy to let them out, I forced them down deep inside. Perhaps one day they will make more sense, perhaps one day she'll understand them more. Perhaps one day I will understand them more. Perhaps one day I will understand the same texts I write. Perhaps one day I will learn to read properly the language of my heart.

These words may not be worth enough to share, but maybe one day they will kiss air. Whispers gently carried by the air we breath. To make us understand more this sentiment that words enough can never explain.

I know she craves for more, I know it have become a drug that keeps her coming and wanting more. Not greed perhaps, more assurance that it was not a dream, not a figment of her imagination. I am sure words will spread, and once more words will be set free while she peeks in disguise...





This is you, the soft lullaby playing softly in my mind. 
Something I can't simply turn my back on. 

This is you, the clear image before my eyes. 
Something I can't just ignore. 

This is you, the gentile touch on my skin. 
Something I can feel and know is real. 











Picture by tumblr 







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