Dreaming

I had a wonderful dream last night.

My first notion is I am at the bottom. The bottom of a sea, a river, something. My chest touches the ground and I feel it being wet and cold against the skin. I get the urge to push myself upwards and I do. I am suddenly up in the air, flying. I move around easily, knowing exactly how to move to get forward. I see beautiful mountains on both sides, water below. In the middle, paradise birds. I see huge flowers growing at the side of a mountain. I move closer to them and see the flowers, beautiful and white on the outside, with a yellow core on the inside, holding a liquid. I stretch out, place the flower in my hand like it'd be an oyster, and drink from it. It tastes sweet. I feel so happy! I feel so free! I continue flying, with the most beautiful sceneries around me.

I am not much of an artist when it comes to drawing, but if I would draw a picture of my dream, it would be myself flying with my chest towards the sun, with beautiful birds around me, and I'd be stretching out to the flower, placing it gently in my hand.



Sweet dreams.

This is my heaven

Today I stumbled into heaven.
Suddenly it was there, like the blue sky appearing
as I open the curtains.
Jovanotti - so many of my memories, dreams, sentimentalities are within his music.
But this - Dove ho visto te - was a gem hidden from me, until now.

Enjoy the lyrics. Enjoy the tango. This is love. This is life. This is passion. This is my heaven.

E c'è una parte della mia città
Che assomiglia a te
Quella dei bar con fuori i tavolini
E del silenzio di certi giardini
E c'è una parte della luna
Che assomiglia a te
Quella dove si specchia il sole
Che ispira musica e parole

It would have been perfect

She watched him as he made a perfect table in the snow.
Real cups. She had never been drinking out of a real, ceramic cup outdoors. He put so much effort into all of this.
She almost felt sorry for him. If she'd only been the right one for him. If he'd only been the right one for her.
It would have been perfect.

The ginger bread he had made himself.
The spot was perfectly chosen. The landscape was like out of a dream.
What if - she suddenly thought
- What if somewhere else, miles and miles away from them
Two people were sharing a picnic
In the perfect scenery,
with the perfect real ceramic cups.
But still it was not right?
Maybe one of them
was supposed to be
with one of us? she thought.

It made her sad as she smiled to him.
(For so badly she wanted to smile to someone else)
For what could seem so perfect to someone watching from a distance
Could be so wrong to the one close.

The ginger bread tasted like heaven
And the fact that he'd made it
was making it worse.
As she turned away for just a second
She used the back of her hand to wipe a way
Tears.

The great aching sky

Yes, David definitely did it again, managing to make an album that is just perfect.

I gazed so hard into the great aching sky
It seemed that I，

I wasn’t here no more
That my rushing blood was a river
My eyes two stars
My blowing hair all a quiver
A whispering field of grass
That murmurs as you pass

(From Kathleen)

Poem of the day

Go on.
Turn me around 'till I
keep spinning by myself.
Like a thousand fires reaching for me
I am getting burned.
And still
I reach out for more.
No.
I run for it.
Rather being burned than feeling nothing!
For my agony has become my fix.
Go on.
Bend me over 'till I
feel my fingers touch the floor.
Like a thousand oceans I am swallowed
In the depth of cold waters.
And still
I open my mouth and breath.
No.
I drink from it.
Rather drowning than feeling nothing!
For my torment is now my escape.
Go on.
Turn me around 'till I
keep spinning by myself.