The ark of dreams

If you look outside our window
There is water everywhere
All the things without a shadow
Float into the atmosphere


With the sun above our head
We are jolly and enchanted
For we pray our love to spread
Where our fertile seed's been planted 
  



Some time ago our journey started
We do not now when it will end, 
From our world we have been parted
Your horizon to extend


Our eyes can't stop from glancing
All the beauty from up high
When the clouds above are dancing
With the mermaids in the sky


 


 

There's always Hope

                                                    Part one

I still believe in fairy tales, I always have and I'll always will. Although grown up, I still feel the shivers down my spine when I hear of a princess in need or a charming prince ready to do anything for his love. This is the story I want to tell you:

         Once upon a time, in the land of One thousand Colors, a land situated right under the ninety nine Rainbows, lived a special girl. The girl I will tell you about is not a princess. In fact she has absolutely nothing to do with royalty. She is a simple girl like you and me, born and raised by modest people with high expectations. Graceful, delicate, kind hearted and beautiful like a May flower, she smiles at everyone trying to win back their smiles. Her name is Hope. She loves music, painting and dancing. She is almost ten now and although when she was little she wanted to be a ballerina or a famous piano player, recently she changed her mind and now all she wants is to be a traveler, to see all there is to be seen in this world.

           In The Land of One Thousand Colors life is simply bliss. The people are nice and always friendly to each other, because they’ve never seen or met a rude person in their life. Everybody has their own little house with a back yard and swings for the children. People are all polite and the ladies are all beautiful and very good at baking pies. Before they get married all of them take a class in cooking and especially in baking cherry-vanilla pies. People eat pie at lunch, dinner and ice cream for breakfast, sometimes with chocolate chip cookies. The men are in charge of the household, raising the children and driving the ladies to the hairdresser. 

         Everybody from The Land of One Thousand Colors loves the ninety nine Rainbows. You can see them on the sky at all times during the day, illuminated by a mighty sun much brighter and bigger than the one we see on  our sky. The rainbows watch over this world just like a loving mother watches over her babies. During the night, ten butter colored moons appear on the sky and take the place of the rainbows. They are all round shaped and they also have faces. Their expression changes depending on the deeds of the people from The Land of One Thousand Colors. When the people are very nice they all smile and send good and peaceful dreams to all the sleeping souls. That’s why the people all salute each other using expressions like “Hello! You made my day! Or: “Good afternoon! It wouldn’t be the like this without you!” They all need each other to be happy, and happiness has made them all good and nice.

        During the day, after school, our little Hope helps her parents. They have a vegetable garden and they sell vegetables to all the people in The Land of One Thousand Colors. Although not her favorite occupation, Hope is happy for spending all that time with her beloved father. He has already taught her all the secrets and all the secret incantations for the vegetables, so that they grow much faster than normal. Her favorite is the one for the naughty celery which sometimes refuses to grow unless you tap dance in front of it with your eyes closed while singing:

                 “I dance for celery, for celery I tap

                   I need some celery, for celery I’ll clap”

                   I spin for celery, some celery to win

                  Just grow ,my celery, you know you are the queen”

  At night, after going to bed Hope dreams she has a red haired stallion named Freddie. He comes by every night and visits her in her dreams. She rides him carefree in her dreams through green meadows of four leaf clovers and thick forests where the trees have no shadow. The ten moons smile at them as they ride together with the wind. Her black hair flies behind her spreading her lily scent everywhere. Tonight they have traveled together all the way to where The Land of One Thousand Colors ends, at the Frosty Mountain Pass.

After reaching the end of their known land, suddenly Freddie stops. Hope gets worried and asks him:

“Why are we stopping, dear friend? I want to know what is beyond The Land of One Thousand Colors and only you can take me there!”

“I will take you anywhere and everywhere my princess! Hang on to me for I’ll be quicker than your thoughts!”

 “Thank you, dear friend! We will go further and nothing bad can happen to us as long as we are together”

       Freddie looks into her beautiful green eyes knowing that she is right. He runs in the sky faster than a comet bringing his princess to unknown destinations.

           They go further and further and pass the borders of their known land. They step into a land of desert with dry vegetation and not a single soul in sight. Hope is sad and worried that maybe from now on all the places they will pass through will be like this one. The sky is different here. It is grey and covered with thick black clouds. It looks like it’s about to rain but it doesn’t. She hears the thunders but the rain is not coming. Everything is slowly dying. The few plants encountered are almost dead. This is the Land of the Thunder she has heard about. They say that this place has been cursed by one evil witch for one hundred years. She cursed the place because one of her cats fell off her broom while she was flying above this land. Back then the land was beautiful and fertile, just like the blessed land Hope comes from. The cat fell somewhere next to a farm and just disappeared. The farmers didn’t even see the cat. The witch came quickly after her precious cat, but couldn’t find it. Nobody ever could.  After desperately looking for it the witch got really angry and cursed the place yelling:

             “One hundred years of thunder for those who took my cat!

               One hundred years of drought if you don’t bring it back!”

And because nobody did, the clouds changed their color to dark grey, and the innocent citizens of this land have never seen the sunshine or rain ever again. All of them left their homes behind after seeing that the rain will never come on these lands again.

          Surrounded by the desert and the grey clouds above, Freddie feels the same tension Hope is feeling and proceeds further and further at a faster pace. The heat seems to be unbearable, and what is even stranger is that somewhere in the distance all they can see is water. It looks like an ocean or a sea.

“Freddie, it seems to me we have to go faster or we’ll both dry like all these flowers did!”

“Don’t worry princess, maybe we’ll find that cat and break the curse, laughed Freddie running in the distance faster than the wind.

“Do you see the water in front of you? Am I already hallucinating?”

“Either we both are or there’s a sea in front of us. Hang on to me princess, I’ll take you there!”

 Hope leans her head on the mighty stallion and holds on to him. She closes her eyes wondering what happened to the witch’s cat. Is it still alive? How could it just disappear? After a while she realizes that the air is cooler, actually it’s not as hot anymore. She hears seagulls, in the distance, she hears waves. She stands up and sees the big light blue water right underneath.

Above them the sky is simply beautiful. Purple colored, mixed with shades of blue and lilac and a multitude of clouds all white. A sun, smaller than the one they have back home warms the beautiful water land. The water is light blue colored and transparent at the same time. As they come closer to the beautiful beach which lies in front of them, Hope notices the shiny golden color the sand has. It is covered with multicolored sea shells.

“Oh Freddy, it’s simply beautiful! Let’s stop for a while, you could use the rest!”

“Of course we will, princess, you must be very tired too. I’ll stop us right under that shell palm”

“I think they all moved here after she has cursed their lands! It’s heaven! This is how it must look like!” said Hope after taking one bite from the shell nut she found next to the shell tree.

“Have one, Freddie, they taste better that papa’s pie berries!”

“To me nothing tastes better than your father’s pie berries!”

“That’s what you said about the carrot soufflé mom made last week, and we both know that you were just being polite. I saw the look on your face when she served you another portion “

“Please, don’t remind me about that supper. Now I know why I don’t like rabbits. They eat too many carrots!”

They laughed and laughed about rabbits, about carrots and all the other funny vegetables in her father’s garden. They laughed about the mean witch who lost her cat. They were in heaven and as long as they had each other nothing could go wrong.

 Exhausted after the long trip they fell asleep under the shell tree each imagining they were at home in their own beds all tucked in.

“No matter what tomorrow brings

I will be right beside you

I’ll fight a war, I will grow wings

To serve and to protect you”

To be continued

Remembrance

"That day will never come

We'll simply run away 

They cannot hold us here,

They'll never make us stay!"

"Don't think about the past

My horse is more than fast

Don't worry, we’ll be fine

If you have doubts, drink wine"

That's how he calmed her down

His eyes were wet and brown

His hair was all a mess 

He couldn't hope, but guess

The princess was not scared

His love was more than shared

She took him by the hand

And looked out to her land

They will return one day

When nothing will be gray

When birds will sing and flowers bloom

That day cannot come too soon!

"Let's get away from here

I will not shed one tear!

The ice will catch us soon

The time we have's 'till noon"

So they took off, my friends

Together, holding hands

The world was theirs alone

They didn't care about the throne

On a summer’s night clear sky

Up where the eagles dare to fly

They can be seen still holding hands

Waiting to come back to their lands.

The longer the path, the more the battles

I can feel the world spinning around me and I can't keep up. The horizon changes constantly and my mind expands and contracts like a giant heart which pumps more blood than the ocean and the Mississippi river combined. That's when I know the time has come to face my fear and take one step further. The steps I take are always forward,  because as I'm sure you know, there is no backwards,  time has only one direction, always leading me to another battle which I have to win, or, as my grandfather used to say, I'll be turned into a   chalk queen on a giant's chess board.

Not knowing when the enemy will strike, I must be prepared and that’s why I wear my armor at all times. I wear it under my clothes, buried under my skin very close to my heart. One must always be prepared these days, for the evil will always find a way to sneak into your kitchen.

As I see the evil shadow lurking in the corner of the room, I remember an old saying:

 “Let the warrior chose his weapon, for there's only one weapon he can be invincible with" 

I look the shadow in its unseen eyes and I bend my head in front of it, for no matter how strong the enemy, there's always time for courtesy. 

I stand there silently waiting for the enemy to give me the first blow, for then I'll know how his best shot feels like. If I'll survive that means I'm strong enough to defeat him, if I'll fall down dead that means I didn't stand a chance anyway. 

As it hits me and stabs me in my heart, I feel his hit all the way to the marrow of my spine and the tip of my toes. But I always fight the pain and keep my muscles tense and so I don't feel much, sometimes any pain at all. I mustn’t reveal my secret to him, for otherwise the evil monster will learn my trick and try to hit me harder.

After his blow I try to look broken and devastated. I try to look hurt and scared. I try to look miserable and ashamed, and then I plan my next move: my sword lies beside me, it will always be there, for like my armor, it is already a part of me. I carry it proud and conscious and as I see its shine in the enemy's eyes I feel   my garden blooming and my giraffe heart pumping the magical blood in my frail body. I feel alive and blessed; I find my place in the universe and in the world again. I see my kingdom in front of my eyes with all its beauty. 

With every breath I take  I grow, my hands turn into giant tentacles and as I grab the sword I know that if I do it right, all I need is one blow and all the evil will be put to rest. I stand in front of it, brave, like a mighty roman soldier, and holding my sword, I spin together with the world and I hear everything unheard before. I can understand all the voices, the thoughts and the wishes I hear. 

I hit him hard and as he falls down I'm ready to take another step.

The luck has left the lucky

You know how fairy tales begin

One never loses, they all win.

The sky was blue, the grass was green

Best day in June you've ever seen,

As I was walking through the woods,

Bringing my fairy friend some goods,

Down the path I always take, 

Next to the beautiful blue lake

What do I see in front of me?

Holding his elbow on one knee,

Up on the rock, a little man

Who looked a lot like Peter Pan

He seemed so lost, he looked so sad, 

He made me feel so very bad!

He was not young, his hair was white, 

His clothes were poor and way too tight!

„Hey little man, what's wrong with you?

Did you get lost? What can I do?

Don't feel ashamed to say what's wrong

For I cannot stay with you too long"

"Oh milady, you're too kind, 

There's simply so much on my mind

I lost my lucky charm last week, 

Since then I cannot stop but seek

Without it I'm no good, you see, 

For it has always been with me"

"I'm sorry for your loss my friend,

If you need help, one hand I'll lend

Although I don't agree with you, 

One man's luck you can't pursue

There is no charm to bring ones' luck

When one not luck is bound to strike

Sometimes no matter what we do, 

We lose our luck, and so did you"

 "Well milady, you must be right

I know with luck one cannot fight, 

It comes; it goes; sometimes for good

If I could beg for it, I would.

Sometimes I cannot simply show,

Although deep down inside, I know, 

I am the same today like then 

I'll always stay an old wise man"

That's what he said, the wise old gnome,

So he thanked me and went home

His luck came back next day I've heard

‘cause he had patience, as reward.

So when it comes to luck, dear friends,

One cannot simply stretch its ends

How to love a giraffe

Those who say that they know giraffes must be wrong. I don't think giraffes can ever be resumed, not even in one million phrases. They change constantly and their personality is different in any moment you meet them. I used to get mad at first, because all the time when I met one giraffe and I was really friendly and polite with the long necked creature, suddenly a very rude answer came along: 

"And they say that the air I'm breathing has less oxygen! Look at you, your head is even above mine, you're up in the clouds!"

"Just because you don't understand what I'm trying to say that doesn't mean that there's something wrong with what I'm saying! You giraffes, you think you know everything!" I said, looking at her huge legs.

"Of course we do! All the words spoken on this planet come to our ears. Our ears are above you all and that's why we're special, for we know everything. Besides, we have the strongest heart and we love more than you ever will."

„Then why are you so rude? Where I come from everybody's nice and polite."

„Oh, I’m sorry about that. It’s not rudeness; it's just that I am in a really big hurry. You see, Dina the zebra, is about to give birth and I must bring her some fresh grass. You take everything too personal! Now step aside, for I have to run and the wind is blowing in my face!"

And the giant started to run, totally disorganized, chaotic, throwing her huge legs on the grass and singing a song with her almost soprano like voice. As she started to run, I could feel the earth moving under my legs. I couldn't even see her face the whole time she spoke to me, for she was really tall.

Our encounters have the same pattern every time and no matter how hard I try, I’m never prepared for them. She always leaves me without a line and I always stand there dazzled watching her leave, thinking about what she has just said. The giraffes I know are all like that for this is their charm, they have the strongest heart and they love more than we ever will.

Before butterflies they were all maggots

We've lost the power to believe that sometimes a really ugly and most disgusting thing can be the beginning of something spectacular. We don't believe in happy endings or happiness anymore. And when we do this, when we stop believing, we begin to grow old. The mermaids in the sky disappear and the rainbows start to fade, slowly being absorbed in the background. Sometimes the mermaids leave my kingdom without any notice and I don’t even realize they’ve left. And when I do, no matter how hard I look, I cannot find them. Although a part of me knows they are not here, I keep on looking, hoping that my luck has changed and I will succeed. 
"They must be hiding around here somewhere!" I say to myself with tears in my eyes. But then I get really sad and start to feel lonely. For days I stay in the library trying to read a very boring adventure novel. Secretly I am hoping that one of the mermaids will come knocking at my window.

"Anytime now, anytime! They will come and we will play again"

 Days go by and the sky is gray. The clouds move really fast barely changing their shape. They seem somehow disappointed too, for the mermaids always caressed and gave them a shape. The most depressing image is the old oak in front of the castle. It has no leaves, not even one! He sits there sad, ashamed and resigned wondering, just like me, if better days will ever come in this kingdom. I cannot help him, for my powers are too weak without their game. I want to hug him and tell him how sorry I am and that I know that he’s the most amazing oak in the whole world.

They say that if something is bound to happen, it will happen anyway. A miracle is like a falling star. You never know if it's an accident or the result of complicated mathematical equations. Every now and then I have the honor to face a miracle. Maybe for you it's not much, one person might not even see it. A little mermaid comes at my window. She's small, not young, for they have no age, red haired, with an emerald colored tail and big blue eyes. She knocks impatiently wiggling her tail and waving her little hands. She tells me to go outside for all the other mermaids came back from their journey with gifts for me. They are waiting above the forest. I must hurry! Later on we will play the mermaid game. We will play today and tomorrow. We will play for ever and I will never be alone again.  As I give her my hand I smile and I understand why there are so many maggots in this world.

Tommy has a secret

"Ladybird, ladybird, sing to me once more

I don't want the birds to sing, 

You're the one that I adore"

Ignoring his request, she slowly flew away

Letting him hope that she will sing someday

His mother heard what he had said

She smiled at him, nodding her head:

"Tommy, the ladybirds can't sing

They’re even smaller than my ring

They just fly and have no use

But for the children to amuse”

He can’t believe what he is hearing,

For he knows well, they have a meaning

And what his mother doesn’t know,

At night, they put on a show

They sing and dance, they even act

And he’s not kidding, that’s a fact!

One simply can’t convince his mother

And so, he doesn’t even bother

The secret’s only his to keep

At night, after he hears them cheep,

When lights are out, and he’s in bed

Holding his teddy bear named Ned,

They take him to another place

Where all together sing and dance

The other children, they come too,

Dancing together, two by two,

They do this every night since May

That’s how he even learned to sway.

The Perfect Flower

     While he was pouring me coffee this morning, Lord Foster, my uncle, has asked me out of the blue: "Which is your favorite flower? Which one makes your heart melt and lets you dream of, princess?"

As I knew that my birthday is coming soon, I gave him the most convenient answer one could hope for:

"I don't know, milord, I love them all equally!" I said, while taking another sip from my coffee cup. 

        The air of the morning was crisp and fresh. One could hear the blackbirds’ song coming from the big oak my great grandfather has planted in front of the palace. The sky was crystal clear and no cloud whatsoever was in sight. It looked like we were about to have another beautiful day ahead of us. A mild breeze coming from our garden has brought an almost intoxicating smell of lilac and magnolia.

          “What if there were to be a perfect flower?” I asked myself, delighted with the smells surrounding me. Where else to seek perfection for if not in a flower? What would this flower look like? How about its smell? Should it be sweet, exotic? Should it be a majestic rose with velvety petals of crimson red? Maybe a tall magenta iris? And then I realized that in order for it to be perfect I have to build it by myself, taking the parts I love the most in all the beautiful flowers I can think of.

          In my head pictures of different flowers started to appear. They’ve emerged, out of nowhere, presenting themselves to me while spinning and spreading their most delicate perfume, as if they all wanted to be part of my experiment. They were all bloomed; some still had their part of buds on, which I found even more thrilling, for when I see a bud, I start imagining how it will look like when bloomed.

           The rows of tulips in my garden almost make me cry each year. They’re colorful, alive and wiggling their heads whenever I pass them by. They seem happy to see me and they all salute, like young children on a Sunday afternoon. The smell of freshly cut hyacinths  and mayflowers mixed with wild yellow peonies caresses my soul every spring, making me forget about the long winter which finally has passed.

       In summer I love the frailty of the red poppy flowers scattered around the cereal fields and all the other colorful wild ones, blooming on the green meadows. The water lilies on our pond seem magical. They follow the sun on the sky and as soon as the he goes to bed, they close their petals and fall asleep enchanted by the rays of our lady, the moon. They’re somehow pinkish, yet not white, but delicate and soft, floating away like gondolas in sunset on the narrow channels of Venice. My chrysanthemums when they’re bloomed; they are so brave and tall! Both white and purple colored; they are the pillars of the gate, defending the entrance to my garden from all the mean intentions. Deep anchored in my thoughts, I raise my eyes and see the endless fields of lavender, stretching all the way to the end of the horizon. “Oh my, there’s even more than this! How can I ever tell? It is so hard to chose, one cannot simply do it!” I said to myself both worried and relieved.

        Because all those who love the flowers know that once you love a flower, you slowly love them all. Your garden grows and grows; there is no end to it. As long as your heart is open and your soul is blessed with love, you’ll find perfection in every flower you encounter.

        “The perfect flower is not one, but all of them!” I thought to myself on this peaceful morning on the terrace. I felt happy and my soul was at ease knowing that I see perfection all around me. I have so many flowers in my garden!

  

No easy prey can be a trophy

“I am the mighty Leo, I'm sure you've heard of me. 

I am more fierce and agile than one could ever be.

With teeth so sharp, and claws so long

My roar's so strong and though it's wrong

I stand and roar, I cannot hold it back! 

No matter what my fellow lions say 

I want to wake and chase my prey

For not alone, we work in pack

Some like to sneak and to attack

Behind the other lion's back”

"This is no hunt, this is some sports event!"

Says he, the lion, having his soul bent

“They like to kill, they hate the game

And all they want is wealth and fame

When I'll be gone, please promise me

You'll find another to replace me
Someone who's fair and loves the game

Who cares much less of wealth and fame

For to be king in this old kingdom

                                                              One must bring trophies and have wisdom"

You sneaky devil, you sure like my roses!

                 On a beautiful summer afternoon I saw a badger in my rose garden. He appeared, out of nowhere, in the middle of an alley. He seemed to be in a hurry, because he was walking really fast, keeping his head down at all times. When he had sensed that I was right behind him, he stopped and gave me a most intriguing look.  I smiled at him because I didn’t want to scare him off. Apparently I didn’t succeed in not scaring the gentleman for he started running really fast so I began following him. These badgers sure are quick! He seemed quicker than the rabbit I used to have as a childhood pet.

             While I was chasing him, the badger has stopped and smiled back at me. His very serious badger face was suddenly illuminated by that huge grin smeared all over his little face. The big smile on his face looked so funny that both of us burst into laughter. I never knew that the badgers have such a great sense of humor. It was for the first time in my life that I had seen a badger smile. He was hilarious! We were both exhausted and could barely catch our breath after all that running, but there we were laughing our hearts out. The sound of his laughter was really goofy and funny and instantly reminded me of Billy the Chipmunk, my colleague from the 6^th grade who laughed more like a donkey than a chipmunk always showing his way too big two front teeth.

          Suddenly enchanted by the surroundings, he stopped his funny laughter and started sniffing my garden and all the rose bushes around him. He seemed to like the smell of bloomed roses because on his little badger face you could read happiness. He started mumbling some music dancing the waltz through the rose bushes, sniffing each and every single rose he could encounter. His little badger eyes were smiling at me and I was standing there, in the middle of my beautiful rose garden, watching him singing and dancing for my roses. I smiled at him and whispered softly:

"We have so much in common, Mr. Badger! I love them too!"

The little fellow turned his head and smiled again, while waving his little badger head:

 “Yes, young lady, we love them. I come here every summer to smell the roses at least twice a week. This is the first time you see me. I must be getting old... these old bones cannot sneak like they used to!"

"Mr. Badger, you can come whenever you want in my garden, I would love your company! There's no need for sneaking anymore!"

          And then I realized I was talking to myself. Nobody was around me, but the sun above and its mild rays of light. The roses were all bloomed, joyfully spreading around their most wonderful scent. The badger was gone and I was all alone in the middle of the garden. Apparently he was still good at sneaking. 

     Sometimes I think of him. The funny smile on his face still makes me laugh. I hope we'll see each other someday. Whenever I have tea with my friend Grace in the gazebo of the rose garden I hope I’ll hear his laughter and see his goofy face once more.

Don't be afraid of the bugs, they are our friends!

 
If you look closely you will see that they are not creepy at all. They have feathers made of crystals and precious stones and if you sing to them they stop moving and they fall asleep. I did this once to an ant hill. The ants have stopped moving and they all fell asleep. I know you think it's fairy dust that I use to make this trick but in fact it is not. It's just music. And they adore music. When you see them flying around a bright light, they just dance. They spin so quickly and they smile and have the best time of their life. Don't you feel sad when they hit the ground lifeless. They've just escaped their little bodies. Now they're butterflies and they can be seen dancing under the moonlight. Their dance is slow and gracious and their wings in the moonlight remind me of the wings of the swans on the blue river. I've seen it with my own eyes ! They've all said to me: Nonsense! There is no such thing. But I new they were wrong. The butterflies told me the secret. You just mix two cups of stardust  with a leaf of wisdom and some courage. Then you drink the potion. It can either transform you into a lizard or let you see the blue river. Since then I have  never been the same. Now the blue river flows through my veins. The little fish swim inside me. I bring life wherever I go. I put that smile on your face and the sparkle in your eyes.

Fairy tale

       The forest fairy opened her eyes that morning just like she did yesterday and the day before. Something was different today. She felt it immediately. Maybe she forgot to close the door and the bunnies ran outside during the night to watch the swans on the lake. They did this last week too. Maybe the bunnies ran away for good! But why would they do such a thing? They feel at home here and ever since their mother left she did a wonderful job in taking care of the little fur balls. She even gave up her piano lessons to spend more time with them. No, no, no! It can't be true!

      She stands up from her fairy bed and goes into their room  to see if her nightmare is real or not. The two angels are still sleeping in their beds and Fizzle, the little one, is still sucking on his paw. She smiles and thinks that she's being silly imagining all these bad things. She goes outside to say hello to the neighbours and maybe she will hear the latest gossip from the old mushroom ladies who hang around next to her house. 

      Stepping outside she is astonished. It is the most beautiful morning she had ever seen. The beetles are dancing in the air with the butterflies and the ladybirds. The trees are clapping with their green branches. The sun smiles while gently caressing her face...Oh, what a morning!

       Dancing through the forest she goes to the bee hive to ask the bees for some honey. They fill a small pot for her. She dips her fingers in the honey and tastes it. It is delicious and sweet and it's like the whole flavors of the forest are trapped in the honey. And then she remembers the weird feeling she had when she opened her eyes today. And the certitude she had about it. She was wrong. She breathes relieved and smiles back at the sun thinking again how lucky she is and how wonderful her fairy life is. Maybe tomorrow Fizzle won't suck on his paw anymore. Maybe tomorrow the sun will shine brighter. She cannot wait for tomorrow because until then she still has today.

Sometimes the bad things are all in our head. Sometimes we make them so big only by using our most beautiful gift- our imagination. It can work both ways for us. It's all about control. By playing with it we learn to control it. It's really simple!

I make the rules in my kingdom

You cannot just come here and try to change something. You cannot even have an opinion. It's my land and I control it. Besides, everything is in perfect order. It might seem strange to you because you haven't seen perfection before. Therefore I understand your constant need to change things. In your world if you don't change something, as soon as it looks good  it will be damaged by others. There you have learnt to protect and to fight. These virtues I find noble and honourable, but here there's no need to use them. You are free to dream away and open  up your soul. What you see is called harmony. That's the term you use in your own world. The best example in case you don't remember how it feels like is probably from your childhood. Those perfect summer days when you were on vacation and your mother made you breakfast. Remember the sunshine and the smell of the air outside? When you felt like nothing bad can ever happen to you? That's what I am talking about. You don't want to change that.

Spring is in the air

Spring is still asleep

And then there was a big blank sheet of virtual paper and a lovely pen with the most beautiful and magical ink you have ever seen.  The energy bursts from time to time and then there's magic in the air. The sunset wakes the angels up who sleep in the blue sky  on  puffy clouds. If only you could see the puffy clouds made of whipped cream and the mermaids swimming in the sky! I miss them because now it's winter and the polar bears are up there! If you smell a hyacinth before March you will turn into an Ice queen and feel dizzy all spring and summer long. The daffodils are  different. They remind me of cucumbers.  I can't wait for the spring to come! 

It's just another new beginning!

I don't want you to think I am one of those haters. I am not! I love life, and all the meaningful and beautiful things which surround us. I hope your imagination can keep up with me. I hope I can challenge you to step in here with no fears, but dreams and colors. Today I had a really weird moment when I realized that I have to do something for me. Something which can make me feel good but in the same time bring me closer to me. That's what I am doing now! I am sorry that I always do this when I am on the verge of a breakdown. I am sorry, I really am. I have so many feelings these days! My heart is full and finally I feel how the words start to flow. I should tell you about my so called "situation" with the whole mankind (as in people, human scumbags etc.). I am afraid of them. They are mean. I am mean sometimes, too. Sometimes I like them, but sometimes I want to press a button and not see some of them ever again. I feel ashamed that I am just like them! I am afraid that one day I'll act completely like them and be just another common girl. This maybe isn't so bad for some of us, but for me this would be the beginning of a slow interior death. We are superficial. Even our spinal cord is damaged. I don't like tragedy, so I'll stop this wining right now. You know what? I hate long sentences. I don't know why but I like mine short and sharp. Can they make somebody bleed? I would talk to everybody in really short sentences and then watch the mean one bleed because of the poison in my words. I want to see them disappear! Don't be afraid! Everything will be OK! It's just another new beginning!