Showing posts with label thought. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thought. 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  




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 


Monday, 24 February 2014

The Bad Blogger.




Hello all my dear friends, 


                           I know...  lately I have been a very bad Blogger. I neglected a lot this corner I so love, yet you all are always on my mind and I miss you all very much!. In fact I wish to thank you all of those who remembered me and sent me a message, this meant a lot to me :)  


It is not that I have abandoned my corner, not at all... in fact, I have many ten's of post unpublished that wish I could post now, but they all need that little polish before shared to the world if you know what I mean!.  


The truth is that I have been very busy, priorities they call them... and never really found enough time or strength left to publish or even visit at least one of you my dear friends. Hopefully!, things will be back to normality soon, at least I hope so!. 


Well my dear listeners of Whispers I'm afraid I must say goodbye now, till then stay safe. 




Yours Hotei. 


TheBadBlogger1

    

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 
 




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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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 ©



Friday, 2 August 2013

Thank you
















A small tribute to you my friend, for the lovely wishes and thoughtful gifts...




Picture 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





Friday, 12 July 2013

Unlocked cage










A heart is a bird,
Feed the flame within this cage
Captive, yet its free...  












Picture by Hotei ©





Thursday, 4 July 2013

Everytime













...





This is not easy to explain, and not sure how am I suppose to react. For once in my life I had a place where I felt safe, a place where I could be me, a place that was mine. There I rested and shared what most was dear to me. Ho! but when I say dear I really mean it, the words that are trapped inside my head, sometimes eager to get out! other times must shake my head really hard to get them out, shy words I guess...

Words that are afraid to show, cause they think they are not worthy or insignificant. Not quite right I must say, not quite right she may think!. For me, like a "fountain of youth", it keeps my memory young, the image clear the scent of her crisp.

She needed not to know, she could read it all trough my eyes, if only she had a manual of how to use. Did she need a proof? something to hold on to? or just curiosity to clear what was uncertain to her?. Thought I was clear as glass, easy to see trough. Perhaps she needed more, of the little words I share.

Now she sleeps with a smile, but the kind I have rarely seen, not the one I was used to. A smile that emits satisfaction with a hint of pride, a pinch of selfishness a potion for disaster it read in my book. But no! I might have misspelled! I now look at sentiments more profound!.

When it comes to look at a blank screen I find it hard to type words, now that I know I caught the attention of her eyes. Afraid of not what she might find, but afraid her eyes will scare the words away. Words I so hardly sought, words I carefully picked, words I carefully saved from a certain loss!.

I say, there is no need to know more then she already know. There is no need to search the land she knows by heart as she discovered and brought to light every treasure there was to find. But we are humans, and humans doubt.

When you doubt yourself read me, when you doubt me leave me... everytime you need to be sure kiss me. Everytime you want me you know the way to find me, and when you get lost in this land you know, look for the map inside your heart.

For this I speak is an ode to love, as all I breath is love, tells love...show love...means love...

       














You now have the key to the secret garden, you can choose to keep it locked and preserve the balance that reigned within its high walls, you may choose to explore an let winter freeze the stories yet untold....








Picture by tumblr 






Friday, 14 June 2013

Remember



We came to a point were we almost lost it all. It was not easy to go trough it all. We are weak, we get lost, we stumble and fall but we manage to find each other every time.  




Remember...

There was this time were we thought we could never do it, that we could never reach the goals we have set. Set our goals to hight, we thought... asked to much!. There was this time were we felt so small, so helpless and that we could never find a way out. Silly us... the answer was always there in front of us. The answer was us, our love, our hopes and dreams.


Remember...


Perhaps this is how it works, how it is all suppose to work. It takes time, we constantly grow and learn. The past taught me a lot on how to be a man, small daily stories safely stored in the meanders of my mind. I hold on tightly to my past good or bad as it may have been. Perhaps I cant let go of some things I wish I have left behind but guess if I still hold onto them it means they were important to me enough to not let go.


Remember...


Sweated all of our blood to come were we are today, perhaps somewhat wiser. Somehow somewhat better. Now I can see reflections of you in my future, I can see you waving to me from behind a glass as I write down my thoughts while watching sunset. Can hear you calling me within those walls. I can see you laying down on the bed beside me staring at the ceiling, I can feel you  reaching for me and wrapping your arms around me, feeling your warm breath on my neck. I can see me smile back at you, holding you, wanting more of you every single day.


Remember...


We can follow the trail we left along the path of time, We can inhale the scent we left behind, we can remember the touch of our lips on each others skin.




This is what I want to remember...










Picture by tumblr





Tuesday, 11 June 2013

Checkmate






Run away! Be gone!
All my feelings turned to rage
The spell is undone!


  How many times do I have to endure?...                    How many times do I have to walk these roads?...








Isn't it funny how things turn out to be... I craved so much for you in the past and you just kept saying the same cold no...

All of my love, all of my feelings, every little tiny bit of me craved for you. Now those past feelings turned to rage, everything that reminds me of you unleashes anger. Not regretting though... no this is not regret... how can I regret what once made me happy? how can I regret what made me the man I am today?.

Isn't it funny how things turn out to be... Now you are craving for me, for my heart, more then ever but I'll just say no...

You never thought you'll loose your own game, you never thought this boy would one day grow into a man only to find out and realising what a twisted game you played...

This quick note is not the end, its just a reminder to look back at for when my mind asks why or for when your lips ask me why... This is where our paths divide, this is where I say goodbye...this is where I take over the game....

Who are you?... who are you? to dare tell me you love me! is this part of your perfect plotted plan to assault my mind?. You can now play the old lullaby over and over, but my mind have now grown immune to its sound. I have learned to nod my head but will never listen... you'll never rule again.

Isn't it funny how this chapter has come to an end in the most unpredictable way? My pen drained enough precious ink over you...and my tears have long washed the blood stained paper on which I mourned your love on...

















I confess my mistakes as many I did and I admit, I am far from perfect, I am far from good but at least I was true...








A continuation from the lights of Lisbon 



Picture by Hotei ©  





Monday, 3 June 2013

Feet in the sand



The wind blew strong yesterday somehow, somewhat coldish, its just like winter still wants to linger a bit longer here. The clouds hid the sun from us giving us only a glimpse of sunshine.  Still this did not stop us from meeting and yet again watch another sunset...


 




Everyday is a bonus, she mumbled to me again while dipping for the first time this year our feet in the cold waters. I wrapped myself warm in my blue cardigan, holding to it as the wind blew strong almost making us tumble. "come on! its not that cold" she said with a smirk on her face, she knows us islanders can't stand the cold. Thinking that last June we were already bathing in the same waters, and today we were shivering by just standing there looking at the mighty waves.  Looked back at Cassidy sitting on the sand all wrapped up trying to trap any heat wanting to escape trough the plastic cup that she was tightly holding in the palm of her hands. She gave us a grin and waved back to us.

"I'm so pleased I can be still here with you, this is what makes me go on, fighting time, making the most of the little I have left". What an amazing woman she is I thought, grateful for every breath she takes. I want to grow old just like her, holding no regrets, just memories dear to me, with the people I love and making the most while they are still here.

Walked along the beach already crowded with people trying to make the most of the little sun that escaped trough the cloudy sky. We made it next to Cassidy and shared a few smiles and a few chocolates snapping a few last shots to capture the beauty within that windy day, shared with people dear to me.





Left the beach with the promise to come back soon, to share more memories and even more smiles. It would have not been a complete day if not ended with a sunset. Watched it from home..our home..having tea with a soft whisper of a breeze promising  that summer will be here soon...









Pictures by Hotei ©





Friday, 24 May 2013

Reminiscences...




 I lost count on how many times I promised not to write about  you... 
But how can you drown the will to put a stop to the constant loss of those sweet memories...




 I lost count on how many times I promised not to think of you... 
 But how can you not think, when everything reminds me of you...  




 I lost count on how many times I promised not to dream of you...
 But who can ever decide what one dreams... 

















I know you wish me to be gone, but yet I know something holds you back from leaving the thought of me behind. Darling you delivered your bleeding heart to me, but I was simply too scared to hold your hand. God knows how much it hurt me to see you depart, and God knows how hard it was to force my lips shut and utter no sound.

I have tried to ignore this feeling but yet something pulls me back to you over and over again. I promise that I will never shatter your world again, not for fear to break my own as mine turned to ashes the day you turned your back and walked away...far...without ever looking back.

How can you deny there was love where once there was emptiness... now it hurts even more to know we drown our feelings to deny each other...thus we do.

Alas, you had to leave, I will not weep for you today, but will shed a tear of joy as gratitude for coming into my life and fill it with short happy moments....moments I'll treasure trough my whole life.















Darling you came into my life faster then thunder and then left even more fast. You did not stay long into my life, but just long enough to leave your imprint on this thick skinned man.  
Darling I send you my love and a reminder that I'll always be here for you now and always... 







Picture by tumblr 




Monday, 20 May 2013

Sail me to shore

Katie Melua - If You Were A Sailboat









Last year this time we were planing how our life would have change in a year or so. Much have changed but we are still far from the goals we've set, far yet so close...

Guess all we have to do is to keep believing in the dreams we shared, we still share them after all. One day soon...very soon I hope... will become a reality.





Last year this time we walked down a sandy beach while the cool wind from the sea caressed our faces warmed by the soft sun of May. Our heart beating fast like a steam engine trying to catch up our breath  as we reached the shore...and feel the cold waters upon our feet. 







I remember it all as if it was only yesterday. Spent hours looking at a sailing boat gently rocking in the sea. And  we wondered how it would feel to be a sail-boat and wander from shore to shore. Wouldn't it be lovely?...







I remember the cold waters on our naked feet as we ran all the way back acting like kids again, or perhaps cause I fell in love again in that very moment...and yet again time seemed to have stopped. 
Thought it would have been a day just like every other ordinary day..walking silently along the sea hand in hand, perhaps...not uttering any word, letting a smile..a smirk transmit our feelings. 







Wouldn't it be lovely...if we could sit again on the same moist red sand sharing the beach with no one. And wouldn't it be lovely to find again the memories we left behind...I dearly keep these images of us, the beach, and that calm sail-boat almost enchanting on that perfect day. 







If you were a sail-boat I'll sail you to the same safe shore, I'll sail you safe through the storms. Not afraid of the high waves and the violent winds as they will blow me to this enchanted place, making me forget what we have just been through. I don't mind as long I'll have you. 






We soon had to go, the day got fast short, and we were no longer alone. But just before we turned our back, a last stare,  waved goodbye to that sail-boat promised we be back again to that very same shore, perhaps on another perfect day... 








For the words I never say, the feelings many times I don't show.
Bust just because I don't shout them out to the entire world it doesn't mean I don't love you... 

Thank you my love for reading my mind and understanding me even if many times my lips don't let out the words you expect to hear...






Pictures by Hotei 
Lyrics & music Katie Melua 






Friday, 3 May 2013

Humming the same old melody...



Katie Melua - Mary Pickford










I'm just a man with dreams, simple!, ordinary dreams, but these are the dreams that make my world as it is, myself as I am. Me... in my good days and bad days, good or bad as I may be. I may open my mind and write down my emotions in a few lines, trying to find a way to feel lighter; hoping, working and striving for these dreams to become a reality. I think of myself as a character in a book engaging new adventures with every line that I read, overcoming  obstacles, meeting new characters  discovering more with every page I read in this story I call life.....



For the past two weeks I have been working on the last few renovations left in our apartment. Many times I be just alone in the empty rooms, only me and the thoughts in my head, and the awaiting dreams within those walls...those walls that are already saturated with dreams, some of them shattered and others that I want to hold onto. These are the dreams and memories I want to share with you....



A recent memory I be holding on is the one that happened today, guess this is what make people fall deep in for each other...the capability to share memories trough time, to be able to look back and say we done this together, we have over come that together, even if many times some things are left unsaid...like we are afraid to utter words to express feelings, but the beauty within life is that sometimes we can say a thousand word without talking....a look, a smile can tell a million things....



"Mary Pickford used to eat roses 
Thought that they'd make her beautiful and they did, 
one supposes.. "


 ...I hum, when I be standing on the stool trying to re-give glory to the old iron doors. Simply painting I find it to be almost therapeutic, it calms me and makes me feel happy....


"Douglas Fairbanks, he was so handsome,
He wore a moustache, 
Must-a had much cash, too,
Worth a king's ransom..."

  
...Well I be alone when singing, not everyone can appreciate talent or recognise a good voice when they hear it, if you get my drift...


"Charlie Chaplin, he was invited, 
When these artists became united..."


...Today I was not alone, Cass came along and helped me with the works. Time goes by faster when you have company and exchange a few words...or a smile perhaps... 


"David Griffith worked as an extra, 
Then as a stage-hand, 
Until they let him be
A director"


... Therapeutic yes! if done for a short while that is...after a few hours or better say days it is not even remotely calming and I find it of not any benefit at all...


"Dave was brave, a mover and shaker,
A true pioneer,
He seemed to show no fear, 
A real film maker"


....Made my self a coffee....coffee always makes the trick. Wandered in the empty rooms thinking of just nothing holding my brown hot mug in my hand, when I heard a soft hum...walked towards the familiar tune, there she was, with that sweet soft grin on her face...reminding me why I fell in love with her...



"They tied the knot together, 
Groom and bride couldn't hide their pleasure,
They tried to pick fair weather, 
But love died, didn't last forever"


...It is strange yet fascinating how she picked the same song I always sing when I'm alone...Thought I was dreaming...no it was real...real like the memory I be holding of this day....



"Mary Pickford used to eat roses, 
Thought that they'd make her beautiful and they did, 
One supposes......"




...







Written down as a reminder as I constantly grow... love, perhaps unspoken and for the things I leave unsaid....to you my lovely sweet inspiration. Thank you to be the simple you, I happen to love very much that simple you....yours Hotei.








Picture by Hotei
Music   & lyrics by Katie Melua 




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