POETRY DUNGEON

Secret title

2012-02-15T10:22:00.000+01:00

It had become such a familiar feeling,
a security I never had to think about.
If it was walking, running, jumping...,
your safety net was there to catch me with every fall.
You cleaned my wounds and kissed them.
I didn't get the chance to return the favour
and God knows that was all I wanted.
27 years passed and still not over you.
It's impossible, mom.
Hope to meet you in heaven, one day.

Vacancy.

2012-01-25T15:06:00.000+01:00

It was generous of you to let me look inside your head.
All words spoken, nothing said.
Words to difficult for me, the meaning escaped, the letters fled.
You can't read me, you said.

It was nice of you to let me pray inside your mind.
The place was graced, the mood was kind.
I talked to God untill Amen
Now I think I know Him.

It would be great if I lived in your heart.
To be the engine, the pump of life.
I would be bleeding all the time
to keep you alive.
Day and night.

Questions ?

2012-01-21T12:06:00.003+01:00

Don't ask me questions.
They stole all the answers.
Don't ask me to sing..
They took all the keys.

Imagine I was smelling a grey flower today.

Don't ask me about the future.
Desteny Avenue is closed.
Don't ask me about the past.
I bearly remember yesterday.

I was shot by a shooting star.

Don't ask me about my tears.
Happiness can be liquid.
Don't ask me about my smile.
Just schmick the clown.

My compass points south.

King

2011-10-23T10:33:00.001+02:00

they clap their hands to the rhythm of my defeat
they feast my pain
they yell out glory when I'm down
they challange my crown

I can't loose, I'm a King without a country
I can't win, don't know where to begin

they steel my empty treasure
they burn my ashes
they starve the hungry
they feed the greedy

I can't loose, I'm a King without a country
I can't win, don't know where to begin

they dance on my grave
but my coffin is empty
they feed on my blood
who is the sucker?

I can't loose, I'm a King without a country
I can't win, don't know where to begin

Deeply yours

2011-10-23T10:31:00.000+02:00

A clock is ticking.
I hear it somewhere, everywhere.
The silence lasts longer than the sound,
30 seconds longer than an hour.

I'm marcked.
If you don't talk to me
the colours will change their names,
the sun will shine at night
and the birds will crawl the earth.

I shouldn't have asked for your blood
we spilled it together.
We are wounded now
scarred for life
Cicatricé, they say in French

If you don't listen to me
songs will be unwritten,
poëms won't rhyme
and everybody will hear the silence.

I shouldn't have asked for your soul
the content was yours
my mind was too confused
my heart stitched
but hopefull

The clock stopped ticking now
I'm naked in body and soul
I smell the unknown
but was never smarter

Everything may vanish
My love will always remain

NOT TO TALK

2011-08-11T19:38:00.000+02:00

Not to talk

not to say a thing

Not to talk

even not to sing

To be certain

not to say a stupid thing

not to hurt

not to be the King of crap

Not to talk

Not to write, to create

Not to talk

Not to hate

To be certain

not to look the wrong way

Not to hurt

not to be wrong again

Can't take it
there's to much going on
can't shake it
the feeling is to strong
Have to break it
if I want to go on

Did I kill something

or is it just gone

Did I fail too much

lose your touch

Maybe I should have learned

Not to talk

not to say a thing

to be certain

not to hurt

not to be the King of crap

Not to talk

even not to think

Not to matter

if I am the King
of...your heart

Love is .....

2011-08-05T00:33:00.000+02:00

Gently you put your hand on mine.

I can feel you were scared in the summer rain.

The rain is gone now, so is summer.

Did it take the pain away?

Softly I put my lips on yours.

I can still taste the salt of a tear.

The tear is dry now, so is the salt.

Shall we make it sweeter?

Carefully we stand nose to nose.

This is ours, this is you and me.

You are here, I don't want to go.

Shall we kiss a bit longer?

Firmly our fingers are strangled.

Our rings spell "Nimic Intre"

Nothing in between, now and for ever.

Can our hearts beat even stronger?

It doesn't matter, my love.

2011-04-09T08:18:00.003+02:00

It doesn't matter if I cry. I'm made of water. My feelings will flow right back to the ocean of love that is my heart. It doesn't matter if I cry. My tears will find my lips. They will let me taste memories of you. It doesn't matter if I bleed. My heart beats on. Like my fists on your door. It doesn't matter if I bleed. The drops will fall to my feet. They'll make a path, you could always find me. It matters if I smile. It means your in my arms. Your feet in blood because of your search. Your face wet because you found my heart. We matter.

Life in black

2011-02-19T09:45:00.010+01:00

16. I woke up from childhood and had just lost my mother to a sign of the horoscope. You know what I mean. My family had been acting strange for a while now and kind of putting me apart in a very caring way. Like in a protective bubble. Banned from reality. Prived of the thruth. A few month earlier..... That saturday my father, brother and sister had to go somewhere, unspoken for my ears. I don't even remember with whome I was staying while they were gone but my brother-in-law would drive them. My mom was in the hospital for months now and she wasn't doing well. Everybody had made me believe that my life was all about football and school. I was supposed to be such a talent on the field and my father was building castles in the sky about my future as a football player. When I think of it now it was probably his way out. His way of hiding from the pain, agony and guilt and maybe to reassure my mom that everything would be allright with me. To make a long story short, my mom died that morning, relaeved from her pain and defeted in battle, but a hero. When they came home and I come running to them, my father fled. He couldn't face me. It was my brother and sister that answered the questions: "How are you?" and "Where did you go?". The hidden teardrops in their eyes betrayed them before they could speak a word but still I had a spark of hope for them to tell me that everything would be allright. They didn't tell me so. While hugging me and bearly being able to talk they told me mom was no longer but she was in a better place now, free of pain and looking over me, always taking care, like in real live. I bursted out. I just lost my mom and sadness toke over but I was mad too. Mad because in all their good intentions they prived me of something very important. My chance to say goodbuy, to kiss her on her eyes and to tell her myself not to worry. I remember us all crying in the hall. My father joined us by then, completely broken. He had more demons to fight with and for the rest of his life he tried to overcome them. In vain. He died e few years later, a bitter man. No strenght left for anybody else but himselve. For the first time in my life I had the feeling I couldn't get what I wanted. I had been a worrieless child. Child in the real sense of the word. Playing and having a lot of imagination. Spending hours with a ball or soldiers in the sand. Now it was different. I was reaching out in the void, screaming in echos and realizing I would never have that recomforting feeling again of coming home to the warm arms of my mom. Goodbye childhood, hello realisme and cold adult world. I couldn't make a distingtion between a breaking heart and a pack frustrations. I was yelling inside all the time. Was I mean to my brother and sister in that time? I hope not. I do know they where there for me in that time and it was hard for them too. I know that everybody wanted to say sweet things but the clichés people told me to make me feel better got me even more angry. "When you die on a sunny day, you go directly to heaven" and "God first takes the best with him as a reward!" My God!! I didn't talk to God in that time and didn't know how to but I did ask him loud and clear to stop doing that! My relationship with the Lord in that time was stricktly a schoolrelationship where I had to follow the lessons and do my Holy Communions. Christmas and Easter were fun because of the commericial aspect but never I thought about the deeper meaning of it all. Like I told you I was a child and probebly very absend minded. I know what you're going to say, everybody thinks their mother is the best, but there is really nothing else I can say about her. She was selveless, always ready for everybody, didn't drink or smoke. Her only pleasure was some sweets now and then and going to the hairdresser. She really took care of us, especially of my father. He didn't always understand. Later that day we went to see her in the morgue. Darkness toke over and I decided to live my life in black. The funeral was for me a day of big pain but also of revelations. We had a nice little church in Nieuwpoort and I had not thought about the scenery. As we drove up the church way I saw a long line of people outside the gates. Some of them I had never seen, others were neighbours and friends of the family. But as we entered the church, following the coffin, I saw my school was there too. All the students of my year and all the teachers plus a delegation of the bord of directors. The church was packed and the people outside that I saw before were people who couldn't enter anymore. I suddenly realized how loved and valued my mom was. Just for a moment it warmed me up a little. It was very hard for me to stand in line and wait for everybody to pass and greet us, especially the girls and boys of my school who, some of them, were geniuwinely crying. Some of them fell in my arms and hugged me. I don't want to tell you more about that day, I felt like erassing the rest. Some time later... I made quit a transformation by know. From a nurdy boy with long hair covering his ears because he thought people laughed with them and glasses with a thick brown frame, I had now very short hair on the sides and back and some peaks on top and no more glasses. The nightmoth had become a dark butterfly and for the first time I got noticed. I call myself a dark butterfly because by now I only wore black. It was as if there was a new kid at school and everybody wanted to know him. It had given me a boost of confidence and I also found an ally in my daily struggle: humour. I really found a way of making everything look funny and therefor a lot of people saw me as an optimist. Actually I was a very good clown, wearing a mask and searching for salvation in making others laugh. It made me feel good and I was convinced that was the reason I was born. Laughing in the day time, down in the evening and night. At home I was spending all my time in my room. I painted it in dark green and only used a little lamp. I listened to music. Oh yeah, I was a new waver by now. My all black periode led me to black eye liner and hair standing up high, stiff with gel. But wait, there is more. When I went out in the week end I made my face pale and put on red lipstick that was wiped a bit to my right jaw. No, I was not gay. My father was afriad I was thou because he asked my sister to talk to me about this. I was just copying my idol in the time, Robert Smith, the singer of The Cure. I liked it so much and when my friends were joining me we felt cool. I even invented a group name for whenever we decided having our own band. The 17 Joy's!! We never did. On another level I kept my father's dream alive because I got selected to be a sub on the first team of football. I was still 16, it was a big deal for us. Faith decided that after 15 minutes I had to sub for the right defender who injured himself. I never lost my place anymore and was asked to go and test for teams of a higher league. The highest test match I played was for a team of third division, that's on national level. They argreed to take me but my current team asked a ridiculously high amount of money and so I didn't go and play for them. Mentaly it was a set back for me and I started not to care anymore. I stayed where I was for years, rotting the talent I had to end up quiting, for ever. 17. Life at home wasn't easy. My father blamed me for everything that happened. He got sick and couldn't do his job as a janitor like it should be done, so I had to help. He smoked a lot and day by day I could see him having less air and strenght. He ended up an invalid and lost his job. We had to move to an appartment. I don't want to tell you where I had to sleep. Damned. In the meanwhile I allowed a bit of colour in my life. Not to bright thou, dark green, grey and one shirt I liked because it was with all kind of stains. It was long and I had to wear a heavy belt to shape it. I was listening to Echo and the Bunnymen and to The creeping Foetus of the wheel. A very strange group but I liked it. Because I started to wear trousers that were torn I had to go to the director of school asking me, in a very nice way, not to do that anymore. I wanted to add "very nice way" because allthou I looked strange in black and with some make up, I never caused trouble. Even the cops skipped controling me. Pff, to think that some of them became my collegues later on. That's another story but reveals that I had to change my dear dear black for blue. You know what? I'm going to stop this wright here because in between the black and the blue there was aperiod in white. Curious? Maybe I'll tell you one day. I wish you all a bright life, Pascal

Illumination

2011-02-07T10:12:00.000+01:00

Didn't we all talk to the Lord, once.
Like we know him by His first name.
Upclose and personal.
Didn't we all ask Him for understanding,
a way out,
Illumination.
Without shame for our absence.
Mute for years,
just deaf and blind.
Isn't it so that we know His name
when in need.
Please Lord, Godspeed.
I admit, I talk to Him every day,
hummble in His presence,
thankfull.
Forgiven for a vacantion of faith.
Illuminated.
Greatfull.

You're my reflection

2011-02-07T10:09:00.003+01:00

Is it the wind, my love, when I get memories in my face?
That howls your name and yells out mine?
Is it the rain that replicates your footsteps?
Or the clock is playing me tricks again,
locking if it is time in vain?
Your picture took your place next to me in the sofa.
It seems to be smiling.
I kissed you serveral times today.
Did you feel it?
My reflection fades away in the corridor of mirrors.
Yours is burned in my eyes,
so yes, you are all I see.
You're my reflection.
" Au claire de la lune", i'm losing my mind.
I hope my asylum will be kind.
I'll take my eyes and your picture with me.
I need you.

Wings

2011-02-05T10:57:00.002+01:00

If I was a butterfly...
I'd give you my wings
so you could find the finnest nectar,
the sweetest by far.

If I was a bee...
I'd give you my wings
so you would be my honey.

If I was a bird...
I'd give you my wings
so you could fly and build a nest,
take care of us and rest.

If I would be a plane...
I'd give you my wings
so you could fly to your favorite destination
to envoy and to be vacation.

If I would be an angel...
I would give you my wings...

Lucifer by MIHAI EMINESCU

2011-02-05T10:28:00.003+01:00

Once on a time, as poets sing
High tales with fancy laden,
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.

An only child, her kinsfolk boon,
So fair, imagination faints ;
As though amidst the stars the moon,
Or Mary amidst the saints.

From 'neath the castle's dark retreat,
Her silent way she wended
Each evening to the window-seat
Where Lucifer attended.

And secretly, with never fail,
She watched his double race,
Where vessels drew their pathless trail
Across the ocean's face.

And as intent she drank his light,
Desire was quickly there ;
While he who saw her every night
Soon fell in love with her.

And sitting thus with rested head,
Her elbows on the sill,
Her heart by youthful fancy led
Did with deep longing fill.

While he, a brilliant shining spark,
Glowed always yet more clear
Towards the castle tall and dark
Where she would soon appear.

*

Until one night with shower of rays
He slips into her room,
As though a strange and silver haze
Did round about her loom.

And when at last the child to rest
Upon her sofa lies,
He iays her arms across her breast
And closes her soft eyes.

While where his ray on mirror lands
And is upon her couch redrifted,
It falls upon her throat and hands
And on her face uplifted.

A smile is on her lips it seems ;
He in the mirror trembles,
For smooth his ray glides midst her dreams
And round her soul assembles.

And while she is in slumber gone
She murmurs through her sighs :
"Come down to me beloved one,
Fair prince of the clear skies.

Come down, good Lucifer and kind ,
O lord of my aspire,
And flood my chamber and my mind
With your sweetest fire !"

And Lucifer beams still more bright
To hear her word's emotion ;
Then like a comet in its flight
Dives down into the ocean.

And where his bolt is lost to view
The sea in whirlpool surges,
Till out of the unfathomed blue
A handsome youth emerges,

Who, leaping off the fretful wave,
Lightly through her casement passes ;
And in his hand he holds a stave
Crowned with a wreath of grasses.

A prince indeed of royal stock,
With heavy hanging golden hair ;
A purple winding-sheet his smock,
Hung round his shoulders bare.

A starry glow shines from his eyes,
His cheeks are deathly white ;
A lifeless thing in living guise,
A youth born of the night.

"Down from the spheres do I come
Though dreadful the commotion,
My father is the vaulted dome,
My mother is the ocean.

For I have left my realm to keep
Obedience to your command ;
Born of the zenith and the deep
Before you here I stand.

O come, fair child of royal birth,
Cast this your world aside,
For Lucifer has flown to earth
To claim you as his bride.

And you will live till time is done
In castles built of sky,
And all the fish will be your own,
And all the birds that fly."

"O, beautiful you are, good Sire,
As but an angel prince could be,
But to the course that you desire
I never shall agree.

Strange, as your voice and vesture show,
I live while you are dead;
Your eyes gleam with an icy glow
Which fills my soul with dread."

*

One day went past, and went past two,
Then o'er the castle dark,
Fair Lucifer again to view
Shone forth his lustrous spark.

And scarce his beam waved bright above,
Her dreams to him were borne,
Her heart again by aching love
And cruel longing torn.

"Come down, good Lucifer and kind,
O lord of my aspire,
And flood my chamber and my mind
With your sweetest fire !"

Now, as he heard her tender cry
With pain he fadet out,
And lighthing flew about the sky,
Which wheeled and rocked about;

Around the earth a lurid glow
Poured like a torrent race,
Till out of its chaotic flow
There grew a human face;

About the head dark wisps of hair
Girt with a crown of flame,
And through the sun-illumined air
Borne up by truth he came.

His arms of rounded marble sheen
Did 'neath a cloak of raven show,
And sad and thoughtful was his mien
And pallid was his brow.

Bright eyes he had that seem'd to tell
Of strange chimeric bonds;
And deep they were as passion's spell,
And dark as moonlit ponds.

"Down from the spheres have I flown,
Though terrible my flight;
My father wears Apollo's crown,
My mother is the night.

O come, fair child of royal birth,
Cast this your world aside,
For Lucifer has flown to earth
To claim you as his bride.

A starry halo from the skies
About your hair will fall,
And you among the spheres will rise
The proudest of them all."

"O, beautiful you are, good Sire,
As but a demon prince could be,
But to the course of your desire
I never shall agree.

You wound me with your crude behest;
I dread what you extole;
Your heavy eyes, as though possessed,
Gleam down into my soul."

"But why should I descend to thee ?
Far better what I give;
My days are all eternity,
While you but one hour live."

"I would not chosen phrases seek,
Nor carefully my world arrange,
But though with human mouth you speak,
Your speech to me is strange.

Yet if you wish to prove your worth,
That I betroth myself to you,
Well, then come down to me on earth
And be a mortal too."

"You ask my endless life above
To barter for a kiss.
Aye, I will show how my love,
How deep my longing is.

My birthright I will fling aside
To be reborn of sin, and I
Who to all rolling time am tied,
Will that great knot untie."

At which he turned and went away,
'Midst a cloud of sombre pearl,
To renounce his birthright from that day
For the love of a mortal girl.

*

About this time, young Cãtãlin
Was a page boy of that house,
Who filled the festive cups with wine
At feast and royal carouse,

And carried high the regal train;
A foundling, brought by chance,
Born of a humble unknow strain,
Though roguish in his glance,

Round-cheeked, like rose-apples red,
Mischievous, bright-eyed,
He slipped with quick yet stealthy tread
To Cãtãlina's side.

Upon my soul, Queen of romance !
Was such a darling ever ?
Come Cãtãlin, quick try your chance,
For now's your time or never.

At which he round her waist did twine
His arm in sudden wooing.
"Behave, you rascal Cãtãlin,
Whatever are you doing ?"

"By sorrow brooding all the while
You would your heart assuage,
But better you would turn and smile
And kiss just once your page."

"I know not what your wishes are,
Leave me alone, you knave.
Ah me ! The longing for that star
Will drive me to the grave."

"If you don't know, and you would learn
How love is set about,
Don't recklessly my teaching spurn,
First fairly hear me out.

As trappers deftly birds pursue
With nets among the tree,
When I stretch out my arm to you,
Slip your arm thus round me.

Your eyes into my eyes must glow,
Nor turn away, nor close;
And when I lift you softly, so,
Rise gently on your toes.

And when my face is downwards bent
Your face turned up will stay,
That we may gaze with sweet intent
For ever and a day.

While should you wish at last to learn
The measure of love's bliss,
When hot my lips on yours do burn
Give back again my kiss."

Amused, yet with a girl's surprise
At what the youth acclaimed,
She blushed and turned away her eyes,
Half willing, half ashamed.

"A chatterbox you were since small
With overmuch to tell,
Yet I had felt, in spite of all,
We'd suit each other well."

But Lucifer's slow sailing spark
Crept up out of the sea
Over the horizon's arc,
Prince of eternity.

And now my wretched heart does bleed,
With tears my eyes grow dim,
Whene'er I watch the waves that speed
Across the sea to him.

While he looms with adoring ray
My grief to overthrow,
Yet ever climbs to heights away
Where mortals cannot go.

His silver beams that space defy
Sadly my watchers are
And I shall love him till I die,
Yet he be ever far.

And thus it is the days to me
Are drear as desert sand,
The nights filled with a mystery
I dare not understand..."

"How childish is the way you speak.
Come on! Come, lets us run away,
That all the world for us shall seek
Though no one finds the way.

And we shall nothing of this life regret
But joyous live and sprightly,
Till soon your parents you'll forget,
Nor dream your longings nightly."

*

Lucifer set out and o'er
The sky his wings extended,
And milion years flew past before
As many moments ended.

A sky of stars above his way,
A sky of stars below;
As lightning flash midst them astray
In one continuous flow.

Till round his primal chaos hurled
When out of causeless night
The first, uplaming dawn unfurled
Its miracle of light.

Still further flew he ere the start
Of things of form devoid,
Spurred by the yearning of his heart,
Far back into the void.

Yet where he reach's is not the bourn
Nor yet where eye can see;
Beyond where struggling time was torn
Out of eternity.

Around him there was naught.. And still,
Strange yearning there was yet,
A yearning that all space did fill,
As when the blind forget.

"O, Father God, this knot untie
Of my celestial birth,
And praised you will be on high
And on the rolling earth.

The price you ask is little count,
Give fate another course,
For you are of fair life the fount
And of calm death the source.

Take back this halo from my head,
Take back my starry lour,
And give to me, o God, instead
Of human love one hour.

Out of the chaos was I wrought,
In chaos would I be dispersed,
Out of the empty darkness brought,
For darkness do I thirst..."

"Hyperion, o child divine,
Don't thus your state disclaim,
Nor ask for miracle, nor sign
That has nor sense nor name.

You wish to be of man a son,
To be a star you scorn;
But men quick perish every one,
And men each day are born.

Yet stars burn on with even glow,
And it is fate's intending
That they nor time, nor place shall know,
Unfettered and unending.

Out of eternal yesterday
Into tomorrow's grave,
Even the sun will pass way
That other sun's shall lave;

The sun that every morn does rise
At last it's spirit gives;
For each thing lives because it dies,
And dies because it lives.

But you, Hyperion, never wane,
Night's miracle sublime,
But in the sky your place retain,
The wonder of all time.

So what strange fancy holds your mind ?
What dreaming thus belates you ?
Return to earth and there you'll find
The awakening that awaits you."

*

Hyperyon did straightway go
To where through ages gone
His gleam upon the earth below
Nightly he had shone.

And it was evening when he came,
Night's darkness slow assembled,
And rose the moon a frozen flame
That in the water trembled,

And filled the forest's twilight clime
With a silver starry mist,
Where 'neath a tall and spreading lime
Two fair-haired children kissed.

"O, let me lay in lover's wise
My head upon your breast,
Beneath the wonder of your eyes,
In soft and fragrant rest.

In mystery's enchanted light
Pervade me with your charm,
And flood my soul through passion's night
With time's eternal calm.

O, quench my longing's eager thirst,
My aching doubts o'ercast,
For you to me are love the first
And of my dreams the last."

Hyperion gazed down and knew
The fire their souls possessed;
For scarce the boy her nearer drew,
She clasped him to her breast.

A rain of petals in the air
That softly did enfold
Two fervent children strangely fair,
With locks of plated gold.

She, lost in love's enraptured flight
To heaven turned her eyes,
Saw Lucifer's down shining light
And whispered through her sighs:

"Come down, good Lucifer and kind,
O lord of my aspire,
And fill the forest and my mind
With your sweetest fire!"

And Lucifer, alone in space,
Her tender summons heard,
A planet o'er the ocean's face
That trembled at her word,

But did not plunge as'n former day,
And in his heart did cry:
"O, what care you, fair face of clay,
If it be he or I?

Still earth shall only earth remain,
Let luck its course unfold,
And I in my own kingdom reign
Immutable and cold."

That's the way.

2011-02-03T15:03:00.002+01:00

I don't know my way anymore,
nothing is like it was.
The stairway is longer,
the room much bigger
and the light is pale,
a fragment of it on my face.

The garden hides the way to your doorstep.
Bushes are soldiers of obstruction
and the birds spy my every move.
They know i'm looking to find you,
to dis- and un-cover you.

With closed eyes and open heart,
with reaching arms.
Maybe that's the way to find you.
Imagining the light on our faces,
burning but saving our souls.
Imagining the room filled with music,
your paintings, my poëms.
Just to be in love,
that's the way.

COMMENTS AND BLOGADRESSES

2011-02-03T14:07:00.003+01:00

Hello friends and friends to be,

Thanks for visiting my blog en reading some of my stuff. I would really appreciate some comments, good or bad, doesn't matter! It's important to me to evolve let's say.

Also I 'm going to put some poëts and poetry from other people on the blog so we get to know some geniuses from all over the globe.

Please leave also your blogadresses so I can visit you too!

Hope you will like mine and theirs.

La revedere,
Tot gauw,
See you soon,

Pascal

Hiding place.

2011-01-27T10:04:00.002+01:00

The paradise flower spils its dust.
The sound of the organ carries it away.
Where I used to go hide,
there is water, there is tide.

The humming bird stays in the same place.
The wind under its wings.
I think I played the guitar once,
carressing the strings.

The seagull follows the fisherman.
Its song is a cry.
I was reciting too.
Nobody understood.

I'm running up the waterfall.
Swimming against the stream.
Like a salmon, going back to where I was born.
Not whole, not torn.

I hope my transending will be to heaven.
I hope God recognizes me,
when I go back to the place where I used to hide.

Christmas wishes

2010-11-30T10:01:00.005+01:00

Once upon a Christmas
in an elf kind of land
a million little snowflakes
covered all the grass and sand.

With presents in the trees
and ornaments all around
the spirit of Noël
was brought to us in sound.

Carol singers chant best wishes
fireplaces burn throughout the night
everybody snuggles up
the clock is never out of sight.

The smell of cinnamon
and very hot wine
everybody's joyfull
and tries to say a rhyme

Come and take a walk in the snow
while Santa Claus sings:
Ho Ho Ho !!!

Merry Christmas everybody!

Do you love me?

2010-11-23T20:23:00.002+01:00

I walk.
Leaves crack under my feet in the forest of sorrows.
A distant drum is blown my way by the wind.
I listen.
Just a sound I recognize.
A flock of sparrows.
I look.
A shimmering shape on the other side.
I see a person in the mirror who tries to hide.
Do you love me?
Is it a retorical question?
Because you asked me in the same time.

Just some nice lines out of real life.

2010-09-28T21:14:00.002+02:00

p:Please don't loose your smile!
g:But I was just smiling at you!
p: It must have been a tiny smile then.
g:Maybe there was not enough light.

Conclusion: Please, let there be more light!
Love you.

Just because of you.

2010-09-28T19:50:00.002+02:00

The sun gatters the remains of the days to travel East.
My eyes are to slow tonight, I can't follow.
But in my heart I'm there.
My spine is discovering goosebumps
my thoughts travel further than ever before.
I meet a thousand horisons
but never catch the sun.
The wind wispers I Love You
and in the clouds I meet your eyes.
Now I remember why my heart skips a beat sometimes.

Thanks Henry

2010-09-21T21:29:00.002+02:00

If you were a tear living in my eye
I would never cry out of fear to loose you.
And if the wind would create you
out of jalousy
and make you run down my cheek
I would catch you with my tongue
never to forget your taste.

EXILE.

2010-07-17T16:46:00.003+02:00

I SPELL OUT THE WORDS FOR YOU
LOUD AND CLEAR
I PUT A SPELL ON YOU
NOTHING TO FEAR

YOU'RE UNDER MY CHARMES
IN MY ARMS

BANNED FORM THE WORLD
QUEEN OF MINE
BANNED FROM YOUR WORLD
QUEEN OF EXILE

RULE THIS CASTLE
WEAR MY CROWN
DON'T BRING ME DOWN DOWN, DOWN

I BRING OUT THE WORD TO YOU
OUT OF FEAR
I WRITE WORDS FOR YOU
READ ME BABY READ

YOU'RE UNDER MY CHARMES
IN MY ARMS

WELCOME IN EXILE
QUEEN OF MINE
WELCOME IN YOUR EXILE
QUEEN OF MIME

RULE THIS CASTLE
WEAR MY CROWN
DON'T BRING ME DOWN DOWN DOWN.

FIGHT. FEET BY FEET
CONQUER. MILE BY MILE

Writing for the Customs.

2010-07-17T16:31:00.002+02:00

Yesterday I went to a concert of a Belgian group, a free one might I add, Customs.
I felt young again, free and completely worrieless. I was dancing among youngsters who obviously didn't understand that an older guy (42) is a fan of a young group. For the first time in a long time I just didn't care what people were thinking, I felt great!
The music and the lyrics bring me back to my new wave period and I love it.
Therefor I'm going to write for the Customs and if they like it or not I'm going to let them know about my lyrics. I talked to them yesterday and as persons they are super too so they are not going to mind. Mayby one day.....

Yeeehaaa.

Love symphony

2010-07-04T10:50:00.004+02:00

I try to write you a symphony
but I don't know a single note.

I sing it in my head
and there it sounds so good.

Pianisimmo, my sweet little darling
but jolly never the less.

I try to write you a melody
that's never going to leave your head.

I would live there too
composing and singing to you.

Tenderly, certainly
but passionate too.

I'm trying to write it on your heart.
To carve it really.
Not to hurt you
but for you never to forget
that I'm always composing
in your head.

Tears

2010-07-04T10:33:00.003+02:00

Try to follow the path of a tear.
Its birth and its death
on a trail of hot and wet.

Why did you come teardrop?
Out of happiness or out of pain?
Were you in love and your heart broke?
Or were you so extatic and laughed so much
you almost choked?

I wish you no pain at all.
Only happiness when your teardrops fall
and mark for a breef moment your presence on the floor.

Loveletter

2010-07-04T10:27:00.003+02:00

I'm a far away country
maybe over the mountains
maybe over the sands

I'm rich inside
as are my rivers
and land

I'm open in space and mind
I'm inviting, I'm kind
and in the end
I'm a friend

I'm waiting for you
maybe over the sea
I'm waiting for you
to discover me.

A mirror....

2010-06-20T08:37:00.002+02:00

Is the world turning or is it me?
I'm on my knees, the earth in my hands,
trying to slow it down.
A mirror of silver and blue shows me your face.
It's not me I see. I was erased.
I don't mind, I'm a phoenix anyway.
My rebirth is for another day.
I let go of the earth and let it turn full speed.
I stand up and run the other way.
A mirror of silver and blue shows me your face.
It's all I need to see. I was erased, gladly.
The sun applauds me and my Lord offers me the way,
to live, to love, to stay.
A mirror of silver and blue shows me our faces.
The phoenix will take us to magic places.

I went to....

2010-05-27T20:11:00.002+02:00

I went to the place where clocks buy time,
it was a tic toc kind of place.

I went to the place where the moon spends its days,
it was a bright space.

I went to the place where the wind blows our minds,
I was high.

I went to the place where a fool shows his love,
it was home.

Time is burning

2010-05-24T08:40:00.004+02:00

My fingertips are burning,
the flames run through my arms.
I'm almost out of time.

I sit and stare,looking at nothing,
being nowhere.

I beg the wind for air
and the clouds for shade.

Restless feet are moving randomly
A heartbeat follows
The birds fly away
I stay

My fingertips are burning
but the fire's almost out.

One day butterfly.

2010-01-02T11:48:00.003+01:00

I have to hurry
I have to fly
I have to find you before I die.

I was born with the urge to love you
nothing next or above you.
My quest is an urgent one
my life can't end before it began
knowing I will never find true love
or with the idea of you
running through my head
not to find you, to imagine instead.

I have to speed my love in your direction
and find you on my way.
I have to love and for a whole day, stay.
In love and fullfilled I will drop to your feet,
goodbey my love, Godspeed.

You.

2010-01-02T11:37:00.002+01:00

You are like the snow.
You cover my world and make it bright.
You fell down gently on my life
but it wasn't cold,
it was protection and in the reflection of our shadows
we kissed.

You are like the rain.
You flood my world with love.
You dropped down in a million places
and filled all my empty spaces.
It was perfection and in a reflection of a puddle
we started to cuddle.

You are like the sun.
You warm up my heart and gives it a beat.
You shine on me with rays of love
and bring me blessing.
It was, is, salvation
and in the reflection of your eyes
I will kiss your lips untill I die.

Nimic intre, draga mea.

NEW YEARS WISHES

2010-01-02T11:25:00.001+01:00

May 2010 be all you dream about. Health, love, trips and enough money for a little extra! Have a good every day!

Gone

2009-12-23T20:18:00.003+01:00

You let go of my hand
I lost you like loose sand
I carry heavy memories
that stick my feet to the ground
You let go of my mind
no thoughts are mine but yours
I remember you looking over your shoulder
Now I am so much older
You let go of my heart
nobody could catch it
I guess a million pieces
nobody to glue it
You let go of me
and I await the after life
A small consolation
is a consolation.
We will be loved again.

Instrumentale.

2009-12-14T22:13:00.003+01:00

I play your skin with my fingers
like the cords of a violin.
Your sighs are the music I compose.
Pianisimo, my love.
My concerto is easy to write on pages of inspiration
and with a bit of antisipation,
I trow a glance in your direction.
You curve your body to the shape of my violin
waiting for the encore
and I enter your heart through every pore.
My pen writes now all the notes on a line
and my melody is written on the paper of eternal rhyme.
I love my instrument and the sounds of her heart.

Winter secret.

2009-12-14T21:24:00.003+01:00

Take me and blow me away.
I am a leaf in the wind on a journey
and at the mercy of the wind.
When I fell from the branch
I left home but not without a purpose.
I need to protect the roots from the cold.
Winter will be hard, so I was told.
Let me tell you a secret while we talk anyway.
When winter is soft we get to be blown far away,
when winter is hard as close as possible to the stam we stay.

Finally some time to write

2009-12-14T21:16:00.003+01:00

Dear friends,

I finished all the big works in our house and little by little I feel the urge to write again.
I have some very inspirational music waiting for me and I hope you will start reading "my stuff" again.
Happy to be back.

Playing in the rain

2009-09-25T19:45:00.002+02:00

Three little children play in the park.
A skipping rope makes them jump.

A little drop in the sea evaporates,
sadly, leaving the rest behind.

The children sing a song untill dark.
Their hearts don't know how to hurt.

The drop clings on to a clowd
and turns from white in to grey,
no time to play.

The children feel a chill on their spine.
A clowd stole the sun,
it was yours and mine.

The drop went higher and higher.
Out of fear it starts to cry.
It doesn't want to fall,
it might die.

Three little children run home.
The first rain drops warned them for more.
A tree will do for now.
The park doesn't look like the minute before.

The little drop is tired and has to let go.
A long fall next to soulmates takes them
where faith wants them to go.

The children look at a puddle on the ground.
The drops are save and saund.
The puddle gets to big
and the drops float to the creek.

The little drop survived the fall
and wants to forget about it all.
In the creek he can recover because he feels week.

Three little children walk home after the rain.
They played, they didn't fall, they had no pain.

The litlle drop is carried by the creek to sea.
The only place he really wants to be.
Like home to the children, you and me.

Waltzing Georgi

2009-09-23T20:37:00.003+02:00

I imagine you wearing a long white dress.
With hoops at the bottom
and the higher, the less.
Your hair like on our wedding day,
on your shoulders a vail, for the wind to play.
Alicia doesn't sing today.
On the piano there is this waltz she plays.
And we dance in circles and sway and sway and sway.
The moon shines tonight and the stars took over your eyes.
And me, I am every note you hear.
I hope you like the melody of my heart.
Just one thing more:
Our love is like a waltz,
like circles, it goes on and on.

River

2009-09-23T20:26:00.003+02:00

Take me river
float with me to the sea.
Show me your curves
and bend towards me to get closer.
Let me conquer the mountains
that walk with you
and the valley that you make fertile.
Embrace me
and errase my sins
with your water.
In the night cold,
in the day hotter.
Keep my toughts fresh and plenty.
Fill my heart, don't leave me empty.
Take me river, my love is a boat,
wherever you want, I will float.

LEAPSA: WHAT ARE YOU THE MOST AFRAID OF? EXPLAIN!

2009-09-05T12:06:00.003+02:00

I send to Georgi and Dili. Try it.

Life or Death? Death. I have to much to live for.

Burning or Freezing? Burning. I saw in Ice Age that if you freeze to death, you come to life again when you melt!

Laughing or Crying? Crying. Equals pain unless you cry because you laugh to much.

Going or Coming back? Going. I love a great come back.

God or the Devil? God. Doesn't need an explanation.

Loving or Being Loved? Being loved. Fear of disapointing.

Hate or Being Hated? Being hated. Same as being loved.

Creation or Destruction? Destruction. Too many beautiful things on the world.

Spiders or Snakes? Neither, but I wouldn't put a snake around my neck.

Mother oir Father? Neither. My father seemed tougher.

Depths or Hights? Depths. It's more difficult to climb back up than to fall back down.

Stress is my middle name

2009-08-09T09:35:00.002+02:00

To all my readers, both of you!

I would like to call out to the world to send me postive energy and thought for I have a big task in the next week. Digging, nivelating and putting a terras. All this rests on my unexpirianced shoulders and unlogic brain who have coordinate this life changing job into a perfect relaxing space.

So: HHHEEEEEEEEELP!

Thanks to all, known and unknown supporters.

Just a minute.

2009-07-31T15:13:00.005+02:00

There is no beginning, there is no end.
There is a memory of yesterday and a idea about tomorrow.
There is today. The day.
The most important minute of your life is the one you are living.
The one before can't be changed but next one....
The next one you can still mould, fix, shape and think about it.
The last one you can, if you choose so, forget.

Musical Leapsa

2009-07-29T19:10:00.004+02:00

Got it from my Snoops ans send it to the world.

1.Who I am? I'm just a jalous guy. Brian Ferry.

2.What was this day like? Pump up the jam. Technotronic

3.What should I do with my life? Don't worry, be happy. Bobby Mc Ferrin.

4.What are my parents like? Angels. Robby Williams

5.What is love? My heart will go on. Celine Dion

6.What I do in school? Money for nothing. Dire Straits

7.What’s my motto? Don't stop me now. Queen

8.What is the first thing I think first time when I wake up? Oh Happy Day (gospel Elvis Presley)

9.What is the first thing I think when I see my teachers? Shut Up. Black Eyed Peas.

10.What is my life like? Gold. Spandau Ballet

Booking

2009-07-16T14:06:00.002+02:00

I just booked a trip for our 1 year marriage anniversery. Georgi knows nothing, except this when she reads it. Just to make her curious.

Live me.

2009-07-16T11:54:00.002+02:00

In all my lives
I searched for the same thing.
My quests had the same goal.

All my hearts had the same beat
and the rythme led the way.

In all my forms
I stayed myself.
Ugly as I might have been.

My dreams didn't change.
My tomorrow stays a day away.

The past and the present are unchangable.
My future is yours,
live me.

Daddy

2009-06-13T15:49:00.003+02:00

Come papa, play with the ball.
Football, football, goal goal goal!!

Look daddy, a cat or a dog!
Woaf wooaf or jump like a frog.

I wave and smile everytime papa comes home
and when he opens the door I kiss him too.

I walk with daddy hand in hand
or jump in the sofa high high high!

We go to the playground and play in the sand
and when he says no I try to understand.

Carry me daddy, I'm tired.
Hug me, I want to be close to you.
Help me, papa
I have sand in my shoe.

When I go to bed, we count the stairs
and I say goodnight to all my teddybears.

He puts me to bed with my touchy in the air
blesses me and kisses me everywhere.

14th of june is fathers day in Belgium
For me it is every day.
Maybe I'm a softie but this is how I feel.

Snili and Doopsy

2009-06-12T16:01:00.002+02:00

Two little girls
Sitting on a wall
talking about their dreams
and where stars fall.

Two little girls
floating on a cloud
talking about love
and shouting it out.

Two little girls
dancing on the moon
searching for their prince
and finding him soon.

Two young women
soaring on air
waving their arms
like they just don't care.

Two young women
dancing on the beat
shaking their thing
moving their feet.

Two young women
walking down the ile
stars in their eyes
a tear and a smile.

Two young mothers
living a frenzy
becoming good friends
Snili and Doopsy.

Two young mothers
with the world at their feet
making plans
and dying to meet.

Kind of a Leapsa: How well do you know me?

2009-06-03T16:50:00.002+02:00

What's my favorite car?
-Audi A6
-Toyota RAV4
-VW Touareg
Food?
-Pepper steak
-Lobster
-Sarmalé
Color?
-Blue
-Green
-Black
Sport?
-Snooker
-Football
-Skiing
Actor?
-Clint Eastwood
-Jim Carey
-Jack Nicholson
Actrice?
-Sandra Bullock
-Geena Davis
-Hilary Swank
Movie?
-Cinderella Man
-The man on the moon
-A beatifull mind
Country?
-Canada
-Romania
-Italy
Animal?
-Dog
-Cat
-Dolphin

On 10.06.09 the answers will be revaeled. Good luck because the winner wins a poem!

Speed your love to me!

2009-05-21T10:49:00.002+02:00

It was lonely in the car this morning.
The sun was rising slowly behind me
and the morning mist rested tired over the fields.
I talked briefly to my love when I woke up
something that doesn't happen often when I have to work.
It changed the day and the routine of a working day.
The seat next to me was empty, the day seemed creeping by slowly.
Work distracts me a bit but every quiet moment I wander off.
My thoughts are home with Georgi and Luca.
I love them soo and need to be loved back.
So speed your love to me in every possible way you can
untill I'm home and take you in my arms.
I long for my boy's welcome home kiss.
Every day it warms my heart how he awaits me by the window
and waves and smiles as I get out of the car.
By the time I open the front door he stands there too with his to me O soo important kiss.
And for tonight I long for the 3 massage areas I conquer almost every evening.
No more revealings, just a day dream of a fool in love.

Happy Birthday, Luca

2009-05-07T16:28:00.004+02:00

Almost two years ago
you came out of the belly of your mammy.
Instantly beautiful and conquering our hearts.
Skin to skin to welcome you in our little world,
we cried all together, joyful and thanking God.
We called you Luca Nathan and your story began.
You grew and we still think you are the most handsome boy
and you give us our daily portion of joy.
Enjoy your youth, my son.
Play, learn, eat, sleep and please keep on loving us with your hughs and kisses,
so pure and unforced.
You are always in our hearts and on our minds.
We wish you a plashing, dashing, jumping, pumping second birthday!!
And all the love of mama and papa.

Don't fade away

2009-05-06T04:17:00.002+02:00

The sand is running through my fingers.
Only a few stick to my skin.
When I look down the sand-made-figures shaped your eyes
and I fall, deep, into your brown eterity.
I search for your lips because I need to breathe.
Give me the kiss of life and feed my need.
And then I see the southern winds bring you down to me,
dancing on the beach on a death can dance song.
Don't fade away my brown eyed girl...
Silence is my only vertue.

Warm feelings

2009-05-03T14:33:00.004+02:00

The round edge of the sun came peeking over the horizon
and delivered the first rays of sun.
Dark became lighter and a new day began.
The light fell on the water of the river
showing a million times the way it flows.
It seemed to me a guide to a collection of rainbows.
I followed the stream down to the sea.
The seagulls and waves were singing to me.
I took a shell and held it to my ear.
I heard your voice telling me: I love you, dear.
Crying to the seagulls, I begged them to take me up high.
They flew around my head asking: Why? Why?

I need to see my loved one,
I need to give her my heart.

The seagulls united and flew me to the sun,
just in time before my day ended and another one began.
I found myself now on the other side of the world,
where the poem to my loved one could finaly be heared.
I knocked on the door of her heart and she let me in.
We want to be like the sun. Never to end, always to begin.

The round edge of the sun came peeking over our hearts......

You and me

2009-04-09T14:27:00.003+02:00

We have the same wounds you and me.
We bleed from the same place.
The heart is pure, the feeling sure.

We have the same scars you and me.
They remain a memory.
But that's all they are in a past so far.

We have the same love you and me.
Everlasting and undefetable.
Reincarnating every day.

I would like....

2009-03-27T11:08:00.002+01:00

I would like to capture a dew drop on the leave of a waterlily
and a sunbeam falling on your skin.

I would like to taste the smell of roses
and shine as the full moon.

I would like to take a walk in your dreams
and fall in your arms.

I would like to grow fields of love
and harvest all year long.

I would like to find you
and cherish and love.

Duuhh!!

2009-03-27T09:16:00.003+01:00

Three construction workers are sitting on top of a building and take a lunch break.
The first one is a Romanian, the second a Belgian and the third one a Moldavian.
The Romanian opens his lunch box and says: Oh no! Again cheese! It has been cheese for the last ten years. If I get cheese tomorrow I jump from this building.
The Belgian opens his lunch box and says: Oh no! Again ham! It has been ham for the last ten years. If I get ham tomorrow I jump from the building to.
The Moldavian opens his lunch box and says: Oh no! Again jam! It has been jam for the last ten years. If I get jam tomorrow I jump from the building to.

The next day at lunch.

The Romanian opens his box and sees the cheese. He says goodbey to the others and jumps.
The Belgian opens his box and sees the ham. He says goodbey to the Moldavian and jumps.
The Moldavian opens his box and sees the jam. He shakes his head and jumps to.

Later that day the three wifes of the workers are there to identify their husbands.
The Romanian says: if I would have known about the cheese I would have given him ham or salami!
The belgian says: if I would have known about the ham I would have given him cheese or salami.
And the Moldavian says: And I couldn't know because he was making his own lunch for the last ten years.

Leapsa !

2009-03-26T09:38:00.002+01:00

Tu dupa ce tanjesti ? (What are you longing for?) - Absolute peace of mind for all man kind.
Cand ai spus ultima oara “Te iubesc”? (When did you say "I love you" last time?) - This morning.
Defineste fericirea in 3 cuvinte (define happiness in three words)- Snoopsy, Luca, Health
Cand ai fost ultima oara fericit(a)? (When was the last time you were happy?) - Now!
Ce crezi ca te face fericit(a)? (What do you think makes you happy?) - Snoopsy, Luca, Health
Cand te-ai gandit ultima oara la fericirea ta? (When did you last think about your happiness?) -
Today, but especially yesterday evening when I was writing on the blog.

Got t from Georgi and send to Jokerstyle.

Leapsa

2009-03-26T09:20:00.002+01:00

Tell me your first:

Car: VW polo
Trip within the borders: Waterfalls of Coo
Trip abroad: Sluis in The Netherlands
Memory: Eating a cigarette from my father
Pet: A black labrador called Snoepy Crush: My mom
Discovery: Something fishy about the story " the birds and the bee's"
Job: Bar tender
Idol: Adam and the Ants
Creation: I made up a caracter. I was Pasquale De La Montes, a famous Argentinain football player. Some smaller kids in the neighbourhood were amazed that I came to play in Belgium.

I send it to Snoopsy and Dili

Ah Children

2009-03-26T09:00:00.001+01:00

Teacher in a first grade class: Name three animals who live in Afrika.
Kid: A lion and two girafs.

Riddle

2009-03-25T20:31:00.003+01:00

How do hedgehogs make love?

Very carefully!!!

The frightening story of happiness.

2009-03-25T19:41:00.003+01:00

A man is the strangest animal.
I can only talk about myself because I never was another man.
Growing up in innocence and sheltered from evil,
at least as much as possible.
Through the cracks of the barricades,
in the form of smoke,
it brings cancer in your life not realising what it is,
exactly,
that it is going to take away.
Mark one.
The pain never went away completely.
I love her still, I always will.

You become your own man.
I chose how I wanted to live,
who I wanted to be and stay.
The world is nothing like they told you.
Mark two.
Deception is a constant neighbour.
You find it in friends and family
and comfort in the unknown future.

Then it happened.
Mark three.
True love knocks on your door.
It really was true love because it kept on knocking
until I opened the door.
I was and am so lucky that love is stubborn
and doesn't give up on me.
Love gave me a wonderful all fulfilling son, sun.
Here is a cliche: I love my love.
Just can't loose this.

Final mark.

OOHHH!

2009-03-20T11:17:00.002+01:00

A cowboy is in bed making love to his wife when another cowboy comes in and threatens them with a gun.
The gunman tells the cowboy to get out of bed and to stand in a lasso that he had put on the floor.
He said: If you come out of the lasso I will shoot you.
The cowboy gets into the lasso and the gunman gets into bed rapping his wife.
Suddenly the cowboy starts to laugh out loud!
The gunman, still vey busy, askes him what is so funny?
The cowboy: Hahaha, I ws out of the lasso already 3 times and you didn't even see it!

Hope

2009-03-13T14:20:00.003+01:00

Ok guys, lets start. With your permission I'll put the first sentence and each time you want to add one do it in the comments please. There are no restriction about how many as long you don't put two in a row, OK?

HOPE

The light of the sun shines from behind a single white cloud
and the stars in us are begging for its light screaming out loud
The shadow of a branch is covering my hand,
the lilac opens its leaves, a new brand.
My eyes dare to dream touching a sunbeam,
that could quench my thirst for energy.
My heart catches a tear in a net of hope,
made of tiny stitches of a broken dream
keeping it from falling on the sorrow's slope.
The net is golden, the feeling high,
I heal my wings and fly and fly and fly.
Without regrets, no looking back.
The world is lying naked at my feet.
Newborn and pure is our hope.

I want to thank my poetry girls for their inspiration and a wonderful result.

Origine of Friday the 13th

2009-03-13T10:00:00.000+01:00

According to folklorists, there is no written evidence for a "Friday the 13th" superstition before the 19th century.[4][5][6] The earliest known documented reference in English occurs in an 1869 biography of Gioachino Rossini:
[Rossini] was surrounded to the last by admiring and affectionate friends; and if it be true that, like so many other Italians, he regarded Friday as an unlucky day, and thirteen as an unlucky number, it is remarkable that on Friday, the 13th of November, he died.[7]
However, some folklore is passed on through oral traditions. In addition, "determining the origins of superstitions is an inexact science, at best. In fact, it's mostly guesswork."[8] Consequently, several theories have been proposed about the origin of the Friday the 13th superstition.
One theory states that it is a modern amalgamation of two older superstitions: that thirteen is an unlucky number and that Friday is an unlucky day.
In numerology, the number twelve is considered the number of completeness, as reflected in the twelve months of the year, twelve signs of the zodiac, twelve hours of the clock, twelve tribes of Israel, twelve Apostles of Jesus, twelve gods of Olympus, etc., whereas the number thirteen was considered irregular, transgressing this completeness. There is also a superstition, thought by some to derive from the Last Supper or a Norse myth, that having thirteen people seated at a table will result in the death of one of the diners.[5]
Friday has been considered an unlucky day at least since the 14th century's The Canterbury Tales,[3] and many other professions have regarded Friday as an unlucky day to undertake journeys or begin new projects. Black Friday has been associated with stock market crashes and other disasters since the 1800s.[6][9] It has also been suggested that Friday has been considered an unlucky day because, according to Christian scripture and tradition, Jesus was crucified on a Friday. [10]
On the other hand, another theory by author Charles Panati, one of the leading authorities on the subject of "Origins" maintains that the superstition can be traced back to ancient myth:
The actual origin of the superstition, though, appears also to be a tale in Norse mythology. Friday is named for Frigga, the free-spirited goddess of love and fertility. When Norse and Germanic tribes converted to Christianity, Frigga was banished in shame to a mountaintop and labeled a witch. It was believed that every Friday, the spiteful goddess convened a meeting with eleven other witches, plus the devil - a gathering of thirteen - and plotted ill turns of fate for the coming week. For many centuries in Scandinavia, Friday was known as "Witches' Sabbath."[11]
Another theory about the origin of the superstition traces the event to the arrest of the legendary Knights Templar. According to one expert:
The Knights Templar were a monastic military order founded in Jerusalem in 1118 C.E., whose mission was to protect Christian pilgrims during the Crusades. Over the next two centuries, the Knights Templar became extraordinarily powerful and wealthy. Threatened by that power and eager to acquire their wealth, King Philip secretly ordered the mass arrest of all the Knights Templar in France on Friday, October 13, 1307 - Friday the 13th.[4]
The connection between the superstition and the Knights Templar was popularized in the 2003 novel The Da Vinci Code, however, some experts think that it is relatively recent and is a modern-day invention.[9][3][8] For example, the superstition is rarely found before the 20th century, when it became extremely common. One author, noting that references are all but nonexistent before 1907 but frequently seen thereafter, has argued that its popularity derives from the publication that year of Thomas W. Lawson's popular novel Friday, the Thirteenth,[12] in which an unscrupulous broker takes advantage of the superstition to create a Wall Street panic on a Friday the 13th.[4]

The test of the 3 huts

2009-03-13T09:05:00.002+01:00

A pilot crashed in the jungle, survived and was captured by a wild tribe. He was tied to a pole in the middle of the village and the chief spoke to him:
Chief: you have a choise. U You can stauy here in the sun and wait untill you die or do the test of the 3 huts.
Pilot: What is the test of the 3 huts?
C: You have to enter the first hut and drink 20 liters od whiskey in an hour. Then you enter the second one and wrestle a lion and break his neck and then you enter the third one and you have to un-virgin-ise my daughter.
The pilot thinks for a second and says: I don't mind the drinking, I used to box a bit so maybe I have a chance with the lion and with your daughter it will be a pleasure so I'll take the test.
The pilot enters the first hut and comes out after an hour really really drunk.
He enters the second one and the lion starts to roar and make all kind of strange noises. The pilot yells too. Suddenly everything is quiet.
The pilot comes out and says still being very drunk:
AND NOW ALL I HAVE TO DO IS THE TO BREAK THE NECK OF YOUR DAUGHTER!!!!!!

Just a thought.

2009-03-13T08:58:00.003+01:00

Sometimes the world turns to fast.
A second instantly becomes the past.
Constantly we write a new page in the book of our life.
If I would be a writer, a real one,
I would prefer writing about how I want my future to be
than to waist pages with past misery.

Leapsa !

2009-03-10T17:54:00.003+01:00

Tell me your first:

Car: VW polo
Trip within the borders: Waterfalls of Coo
Trip abroad: Sluis in The Netherlands
Memory: Eating a cigarette from my father
Pet: A black labrador called Snoepy
Crush: My mom
Discovery: Something fishy about the story " the birds and the bee's"
Job: Bar tender
Idol: Adam and the Ants
Creation: I made up a caracter. I was Pasquale De La Montes, a famous Argentinain football player. Some smaller kids in the neighbourhood were amazed that I came to play in Belgium.

I send this Leapsa to Snoopsy and Dili.

Too many!

2009-03-06T10:14:00.003+01:00

An American, a Russian, a Belgian and a Moroccan are sitting in a train and start bragging.
The American says the have dollars, so much dollars and he trows a bunch of them through the window.
The Russian says we have Vodka, so much Vodka and he trows some bottles through the window.
The Belgian says: we have so much.... and the Moroccan says: Don't you dare!!!!

Musical Leapsa

2009-03-06T10:12:00.001+01:00

Are you in for some champaign?
I took from Dili and I give it to Bad Girls.....

Friends and money

2009-03-04T19:00:00.003+01:00

Two friends talking. A. Can you lend me 250€, I have a lot of bills this month.
B. Ok but I need it back next month.
A. No problem, I promise.

The next month.
B. So how about my money?
A. I'm sorry, again a lot of bills! Next month?
B. Ok but no more excuses!
A. I promise.

Next month.
B. You have my money?
A. No I'm sorry but you can take my dog. A. shows B. an old, sick, dirty, smelly dog without hair or teeth that does his duty everywhere.
B. I don't need that dog, I need my money.
A. Ok Ok next month for sure.

A month later.
B. So you have my money?
A. No man sorry, but you can take my wife.
B. takes a good look at the woman and says: Can I see that dog again?

A joke a day

2009-03-03T21:13:00.003+01:00

Under impulse of my Snoopsy I inaugurate a new label on my blog. From now on I'll try to amuse you once a day.

I have to warn you, they might be gross! Some of them.

Here it goes:

Do you know why a fart stinks?

So that deaf people can enjoy too!

New Assignment

2009-03-03T20:47:00.002+01:00

I would like to write a poem with other bloggers. Let's say Dili, Little Miss and Snoopsy are interested we write the poem together(I hope there will be more). We all have a writing order in which we write three times one sentence and doing so complete the poem. Also suggestions for a subject are welcome. Please announce if you are interested before Friday. In the week end we decide upon the subject and Monday we start. Let your inspiration flow.

Leapsa chachacha

2009-03-03T20:29:00.004+01:00

01. Where is your cell phone? fire place
02. Your significant other? toilet
03. Your hair? brownish
04. Your mother? heaven
05. Your father? followed
06. Your favorite? Nimic Intre.
07. Your dream last night? nothing
08. Your favorite drink? sprite
09. Your dream/goal? stand up comedian
10. What room you are in? living room
11. Your hobby? poetry
12. Your fear? loneliness
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Home
14. Where were you last night? bedroom
15. Something that you aren't? hard
16. Cakes? Melo
17. Wish list item? talent
18. Where you grew up? Oostduinkerke
19. Last thing you did? play
20. What are you wearing? pull
21. Your TV? LG
22. Your pets? None
23. Friends? Few
24. Your life? Great
25. Your mood? Happy
26. Missing someone? Mom
27. Car? Toyota RAV4
28. Something you're not wearing? Bra
29. Your favorite store? Mexx
30. Your favorite color? Green
31. When is the last time you laughed? today
32. Last time you cried? yesterday
33. Who will resend this? Little Miss Sunshine
34. One place that I go to over and over? Work
35. One person who emails me regularly? Nobody
36. My favorite place to eat? Home

Come home

2009-03-02T12:10:00.001+01:00

Your hand is cold.
Are you nervous?
The corners of your eyes carry a little tear,
I see a reflection of desperation and fear.
Where are you dreams?

I feel so ugly and dirty without you.
I don't have a life anymore,
no soul or core.
I still have your smell on my skin
just like in the very beginning.

I feel ill and alone in my desperation
and scared mostly.
Like a little boy waiting for his mama to come home.
Come home.
Your place is here,
in a world without fear,
no more question marques or troubles
in all kinds of dark.

I fell in your embrace like a spider makes its web.
I don't ask for anything more.
My head is hurting, my bones are sore.
No more yesterday or before.

Alive and kicking

2009-03-02T12:05:00.001+01:00

I WISH YOU THIS KIND OF LOVE.

J'y crois encore - I still believe

2009-03-01T12:06:00.000+01:00

And the winner is: The Sun and the Ice.

2009-03-01T10:27:00.004+01:00

Minus 7.
The sun shines it's lyrics on the Earth
and tries to break the cold wall, word by word.
The shadow of the trees imprisons the suns reflection in the ice
and only the memory of freedom remains.
The colours paint the landscape as an idea of heaven
but colours change quickly, as does reality.
The sun is tired of this icy attitude.
He fights the biggest trees, he gets the smallest bushes,
but does he lose his poetry?
The sun writes the ice away
and tells us the prophecy of summer.
Winter took over for a while but won't prevail
because the sun is the author of this fairy tail.

Congratulations to all!
It was very difficult to choose and actually I had two favorite sentences. The one of Little Miss Sunshine that I used in the poem but also Dili's "The sun kindly asked a tree to bend so he could see himself in the mirror made of ice" Therefore, I wrote another, shorter, poem because it would be a waste not to use it.

Reverence.

Hello Sunshine!
You look radiant today!
Your warmth is touching my very core
and makes me long for more.
This beauty is one of a kind
and constantly plays with my mind.
I bend my frozen body and stay at your feet.
The sun kindly asked a tree to bend so she could see herself in the mirror made of ice.
A little smile appeared and she acknowledged by kissing the ice
and while doing so they coloured the world in shades of pink.
Although they won't be together for long their love will be reborn every year.
In this picture, right here.

Hope you like them both.

La multi ani de Martisor!

2009-03-01T10:22:00.002+01:00

1st of March is here again and since 4 years it is a holiday in my life. We try to uphold the tradition in Belgium also as much as we can. I invited my Snoops to go to the restaurant called "The Sunflower" and have a nice lunch. For Luca it's going to be fun because they have an inside playground.
I wish you all a wonderful day with sun, fun and love.

Little Spring Poem

2009-02-28T09:04:00.001+01:00

The light played with the morning dew on the leaves of the old oak tree.
The cookoo sang a bright new day and I opened my eyes.
I heard the flowers talk about the honey and the bees.
Birds were nesting in trees.
The water of the creek hurried back to the sea.
The sun was shining on my skin like it was just for me.
I was laying there for a while when I felt a sensation on my face.
It was a smile.

Nulla in mundo pax sincera (Amor Sacro)

2009-02-28T08:34:00.003+01:00

Dear everybody,

I wanted to let you know this masterpiece. It comes out of the film "Shine" ( a must see by the way). It gives me goosebumps and a feeling of being surrounded by angels.
It also makes me think about my mom who, and I don't joke, used to sing like this while working in her kitchen.
Enjoy.

Assignment

2009-02-27T12:23:00.002+01:00

Look at the picture on top of my blog and write a discriptive comment captured in one sentence.

Go for it!

The best sentence will be included in a poem written especialy for the winner.

Good luck!

A very big thank you.

2009-02-27T10:43:00.001+01:00

I want to thank all you guys for doing my laepsa and giving such good answers. Also I'm very proud to see thay all of you know famous Belgians or products from Belgium. Thumbs up!!

If (written in blue)

2009-02-27T09:32:00.003+01:00

If I would write you a poem on the petals of flowers,
would you read it in its aroma and nurture it for a lifetime?

If I would write you a sonata on the trees of a forest,
would you sway on the rhythm of the branches conducted by the wind?

If I would sculpt you a heart out of a rock in the middle of nowhere,
would you search for it without taking a second of rest and carry it with you
untill the end of time?

If I would die and look upon you every day,
would you pray to recieve shelter and love,
would you pray for more time and erase the time we wasted?

If I would be reborn and knock on your door,
would you embrace a second chance,
would you go out of your way to avoid the pain,
would you let me die again?

Leapsa of my own (and I hope I did it right)

2009-02-26T16:30:00.002+01:00

I send it to Snoopsy, Dili, Little Miss Sunshine, Un Om.

If I would be a:

country: Canada
door: emergancy door
form - shape and state: triangle-liqiud
state of mind: smiley
quantity: just enough
sunbloc: zero
streetname: No Hate street
planet: Jupiter
American: Hunter "Patch" Adams
dream: to make a differance in the world.
Romanian: Mircea Eliade
Belgian (start searching-hahaha): Eddy Merckx

Leeeaaapppsssaaaaaa!!!

2009-02-26T11:12:00.004+01:00

I took it from little Miss Sunshine and send it to Snoopsy and Dili.

IF I would be a:

Flower: Mimosa
Season: Spring
Coulor: Green
Animal: Ant
Fashion object: Suspenders
Furniture: Lazy chair
Music: Rach 3
Landscape: Sunset ocean
Object: zapper
Instrument: Piano
Tree: Canadian Poplar
Town: Durbuy (Belgium)
Public person: Obama
Other person: Snoopsy
Book: The Alchemist
Food: Ham filled with salade de boeuf
Superhero: Spiderman
Fenomenon of nature: Snow
Car: Audi SUV
Fruit: Grapes
Bodypart: Heart
Film: The man on the moon.

Forest

2009-02-26T09:44:00.002+01:00

My eyes are green and I was called forest.
She walked in them for hours and always was amazed.
I follow her every move without a minute of rest.
She stopped sometimes because she was daized.
I wrote about her and her trips,
I literally was hanging on her lips.
My love for her is clustered to my mind
and chained to my heart.
I live in her shadow,
I carry her heart.
I want to invent an erraser of bad and sad
and rewrite in coulors and flowers about true feelings.
If I coud make a land called " Understandia " it would replace " Utopia ".
My eyes are still green,
the forest is still yours.

... and then today

2009-02-19T08:53:00.001+01:00

Please don't do that anymore!

Childhood emotions.

2009-02-19T08:47:00.001+01:00

I must have been like 11 years old when this little girl have me goose bumps. It made me sad at furst but the climax is great!

Answers

2009-02-18T07:26:00.002+01:00

Where do lovers go when they lost the way?
They wander around in a place that is far away
from reality and this place is not true.
It makes them feel so blue.
Nothing seems like it is,
every word sounds bad,
every feeling is sad.
But I believe.
I believe that the yellow brick road is not untraceable.
It just takes the will to take a positiv decision or each others hand
and walk together to a better, warmer place.
A singer wrote that love is the answer.
I'm full of answers.

What a world!

2009-02-17T13:39:00.003+01:00

What is going on with this world of ours, where the youth is hurried to grow up and there is no time left to be a kid. I can't look around me without seeing adolescents being unhappy, insecure, scared or alone. Is it society, is it the parents or just a new rage, a state of mind? Just to be inn! It's something I can't explain because as I see they have so much more, maybe too much. Of course this with war, hunger, AIDS, drugs, divorce and religion infested world is far from it's basics and money consumes everything. When I was a kid all I needed was a ball and a wall and for hours I played in my imaginary world being a pro football player. Or a bike, where I was the winner of the Tour the France. Now all those things are taken away by computer games. No space for movement or developing a young mind. Everything is fed with a spoon and the values of being young or a kid are gone. Some of them resist. The ones, just like me (I am proud to say), who dare to say no to vandalism, smoking, drinking, drugs.....they do great. OK, they don't have many friends or don't belong to a group but do we want friends like that? I didn't.
I fear for the world of tomorrow where my son has to live in and although it's not his responsibility I do hope that his generation is going to reverse this negative spiral.
This is a cry out to all parents to get busy with their kids and lead them back home.
I can't take one more kid shouting: STOP THE WORLD, I WANT TO GET OFF!!

Darker, colder, longer.

2009-02-17T13:27:00.004+01:00

The night seems darker tonight than it was yesterday.
The moon shines but doesn't bring its light through the mist.
I counted the stars and there are a few missing
and so are some angels and blessings.

The night seems colder toninght than it was ever.
Ice is forming around the moon.
I wish it was daytime somewhere around noon.
The sun shining high in the sky.
I long for the day I don't know why.

The night seems longer tonight, an eternity in time.
The moon smiles but it's not sincere.
The thought of another night fills me with fear.
I'm going to imagine myself in the light of day
and in that dream I want to stay.

Toni Braxton - Unbreak my heart

2009-02-17T13:19:00.001+01:00

For every broken hearted soul on this sometimes lonely world.

Toni Braxton

Valentine

2009-02-14T09:11:00.004+01:00

My sweetheart,

I love you and I wanted everybody to know.
For once I won't write you a poem on the blog
but just for you and me.

Te Iubesc
Ik hou van jou
Je t' aime
Ich liebe dich
Ti Amo
Te Quiero
I love you
...
...
Happy Valentine!!

Fantasy Impromptu by Chopin

2009-02-12T16:21:00.006+01:00

I hope when you finished listening to this piece you will understand my next poem.

I'm running, I have to.
Can't stand still now.
Not when I'm so close and yet so far.

I remember when we were holding hands,
walking, the stream by our side.
A little left, little right.
Your lips willing to meet mine.
Every stolen kiss, a crime.
I'm willing to go to jail and pay
if you promise me to wait an stay.

But now they come to catch me,
so I'm running, can't stop now.
I've almost reached sanctuary.
I can already hear your heart beating.
Your harbor is awaiting.

The dilemma is tearing me apart.
Do I listen to my head or to my heart?
I am not able to be alive without you
but to pay would prove my love for you.

I'm captured two times,
once by your smile,
once by my faith.
I'll write you from my exile
I'll paint your smile,
on the wall and on the door,
on every window big or small.
And the sun will grant me a ray of light
that I will capture in my hands
and cherish and hold tight.

Maybe I'll escape, maybe I'll flee.
I have to run in search of you and me.
I hope your waiting for me because I'm getting close.
And I never ever will let go,
once your in my sight
I will attract you and walk with pride.

We have to run now, we can't stand still.
We have to catch up with time
because waisting it is the biggest crime.

Short story

2009-02-08T16:51:00.002+01:00

It was cold. The little room was pale and the paint came down like leaves in autumn. A candle shed a ray of light on a book and on her face. Wrapped in a few covers she was reading and dreaming away in the adventures she lived in her head, brought there by the words and stories of a writer. Nothing mattered to her when she was reading, nothing could disturb her. It was her way of escaping and feeling good about herself. Everything she knew, she knew because of books and reading. She liked the most the travels she made in her head. She visited far away countries, little unknown towns, isolated pieces of nature but more importantly the heart of her love, Paul. In all her dreams she took Paul with her. He was a soldier, farmer, a father,…He was there all the time and she never knew a love more intense than this.
Paul was the fruit of her imagination but she was sure that one day she would meet him and that moment would reveal the truth and make all her dreams come true.

-Give me your hand, Alice. Hold on to me.
Paul was reaching out his hand to her and helped her of a ridge. They made a long walk in the mountains of Bolivia and as they were climbing the paths got smaller and more narrow. The sun was heavy and every bit of shadow was welcome. They sat down under a big tree and rested while drinking fresh water out of a little stream. Paul put his arm around her and kept her close. She rested her head against his chest and smiled realising that nobody knew where they were and it didn’t matter to her. She could die there and be fulfilled with her life.
-It’s time to get back, are you ready?
She looked up at him like she wanted to ask him to stay there for ever.
-Come on- he said, -if we start now we’ll reach Solita before dark.
Against her will but understanding Paul’s point of view she got up, put her hand in his and started the road back.
-Do you trust me?- Paul asked her.
-Yes , why?
-Come here and close your eyes until I say it’s ok!
They were right at the ridge and he put his arms around her waist, standing behind her.
-Spread your arms know, Kate Winslet.- and then he let her fall a little in front of him still holding her tight.
-Now open your eyes!
When she opened her eyes it was like she was flying high like an eagle surveying his territory. Adrenaline pumped the blood around in her body and her heart flew right by her side calling out his name, Paul!

Alice woke up from her dream journey to Bolivia and Paul was nowhere near. Her candle was all burned up and the damp of her breath was gliding down the small window. The sun tried to warm the room but was to weak so early in the morning. She tried so hard to remember her dreams because she wrote them down in her diary so when she met Paul she could show him what they already lived together. She stretched and shivered and then put her arms exactly on the place where Paul put his arms in her dream. She could still feel him and this fed her believe he was close, ready to meet her. Somewhere he wrote a diary about the dreams he had about her, Alice.

In the kitchen, the kettle filled with water was whistling breakfast time. She longed for the coffee her mother made her. She never ate in the morning but coffee was an absolute must. It started her motor. It was the fuel which dragged her to work and true the day. The day she prayed for to pass as fast as possible so she could go back to her book, dreams and love.

One hour later she took place behind her desk in the bank where she worked. It was the second month she worked there and she was nervous because in a few days they would tell her if she could stay as a full time employee. She was the soul earner of her family and thus it was very important. Every day at the end of her shift she counted her money drawer in a slight state of panic afraid she made a mistake during the day. But she never did and her direct superior was very happy with her.
Today a new fax machine is going to be delivered and Alice is the one who is going to receive the instructions and modalities how to use it. Later on, everybody of the bank would come to her to fax papers. This gave her some hope about being able to stay there permanently. Mister Turner would call her if the delivery was made.
With her head in her papers she forgot about time and concentrated on her tasks. And then…
-Alice?
-Oh, yes Mister Turner, can I help you?
-The machine was delivered and you should come to hear how to work it.
-Yes sir, I come immediately.
She followed Mister Turner into the next room. Three people were standing around the new machine which was placed on an old antique desk. She recognized the director and his secretary but the third person she couldn’t place. It wasn’t the delivery man because he was wearing a nice suit and a tie of the nicest green.
-Alice,- said the director, -this is Mister Collins of the Tec-Office firm. He is going to explain to you how to use this faxing machine and your responsibility will be to make it clear to the rest of us. Are you up to it, Alice?
She swallowed her fear and tension and answered, - Yes sir, of course!
-Good, come by my office when you are done here.
-Yes sir, Mister Andretti.
Without saying goodbye Mister Andretti left the room accompanied by his secretary.
In a very shy way she looked at Mister Collins and noticed he had a friendly face. His nametag said P. Collins. Everything about him seemed familiar but as he started his explanation she focused and forgot all about his eyes which were matching his tie.

Later that day she was walking home and she saw the wind play with the fields of corn. It was like a sea without waves that was coloured yellow and green. Her thoughts wandered back to the moment when she looked into Mr. Collins’ eyes. It also reminded her of a dream she had where Paul was a farmer in a certain part of France and she was there too as a help in the kitchen. She never liked that dream because Paul was married there and she envied that woman so much. But in the end she won his heart and they made love in de fields going with the waves and the wind. Now she was anxious to get home and to read again. She felt a strange sensation in her stomach, a feeling she lost or forgot but it felt so good that she wandered what it could be.

Her mother was waiting for her with dinner and like she new about her meeting with Mr. Collins she asked if she met some interesting people today.
-Just the guy from the fax machine.
She blushed and her mother saw that there was something going on. This was not a reaction for the always calm and serene Alice.
-Why don’t you tell me about him? He seems an interesting man.
-Oh mother please, I know nothing about him and that’s not going to change because I don’t want to know.
Al thru dinner not a word was spoken but there was a smile on there faces.

Later that evening Alice sat in her little room again. A new candle was burning and now only the moon smiled down on Alice’s dreams. She sunk away in the sea of words put there by a French writer telling her of a man who had all the sicknesses of the world or so he thought. But tonight she had a hard time to concentrate. P. Collins. Green eyes. Heart beatings. Love? Paul? Paul Collins?
In her sub conscience she dreamed a plan. A way to she him again very soon and to find out what he was doing in her life so suddenly and asking all her attention. What nerve he got taking all her thoughts and time. No way she would let this happen. She wanted control back over her feelings and emotions. She wanted to be in charge again of her dreams. But Paul was her dream and filled all her emotions. It was very confusing for her but in a way it was all she was looking for.

Another candle burned, another dream to write down and this time a plan. A love plan. If Mr. Collins is her Paul she would find out as soon as possible.

The next morning, after her coffee ritual, she hurried to work. She felt her blood running thru her veins anxiously and her brain was like an electric storm ready to flood the world but only this time she wanted to leave a mark, an undeniable impression. Something that Mr. Collins couldn’t ignore or forget. But what? How could she attract his attention without being an open book. She didn’t want him to be able to read the pages of her mind like a cheap novel.
On her desk she found a pile of papers and files with post-it’s on which reminded her she had to fax the lot. Maybe the fax machine was the way to see him again, to make him come to the bank. What if there was a defect and he had to come to repair? Ah, sabotage for a good purpose. Matters of the hart.

-Good morning Mr. Andretti!
Her boss came in early today and smiled at her gently. Just as he was going to march out the room he stopped and turned around.
-Alice, I’m expecting Mr. Collins in half an hour. Show him to my office when he arrives.
-Yes sir, of course.
Her heart was beating faster again and the plan she made up could be buried or burned. No more sabotage. Time was passing so slowly now, now she knew she would see him again and be attracted to his green ,deep forest eyes. Every tick of the clock where two heartbeats. A hundred and twenty a minute. Seven thousand and two hundred beats an hour. What a rush of impassionedness.
Exactly half an hour went by and she looked anxiously at the door. A little disappointed she picked up the ringing phone and wandered why he wasn’t there yet. Mr. Andretti hated it when his appointments ran late.
The man on the phone wanted to check his accounts and disagreed with some transactions the bank did. She got distracted because of the series unfriendly words the man called her and didn’t see the shadow of a tall man casting over her desk. A few minutes later she put the phone down in an agitated way and a little angry she raised her head to see who was waiting there.
-Mr. Collins! Good morning sir. Mr. Andretti is waiting for you. Please follow me.
-Good morning, Alice is it? Are you all right? You seem upset.
-I am a little, sir. Just a rude man on the phone.
-Ah, those men, no good can come of them.
He smiled at her and she smiled back, shy but intensely.
They walked to Mr. Andretti’s office in silence but she felt the ice was broken and for her that was good. A big step forward.
As they approached the office she got nervous for the goodbye’s. It was like she would be departed from him for the rest of her life. She knocked on the door two times and as Mr. Andretti yelled enter, Mr.Collins said, -Thank you Alice, maybe I see you soon.
-Who knows, it would be nice.
Oops, what did she say now. It would be nice? She felt her face turning red but luckily Mr. Collins was entering the office and didn’t see it. She was so mad with her self for the lose lips and again her heart went into fifth gear.

That day she didn’t see him again and in a way she was relieved because she would have been embarrassed but somewhere in the back of her head she wandered what reaction it would bring. Did he hear her words and if he did would he act on it or wasn’t he interested at all. Oh God, please let him be interested, she prayed silently. On thing she did observe today. There was no ring on his finger so she had good hopes he didn’t have a wife. Maybe a girlfriend? The thought alone made her feel desperation. What if her Paul lived his dreams with somebody else? What if her quest for love ended abruptly and she could never love again.

When she came home that evening her mother was talking to a woman she didn’t know. She looked distinguished and had a certain flair hanging around her. When she saw Alice she smiled friendly and asked her mother if it was possible to talk to Alice alone.
-Alice, this is Misses Hanson. She works for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and was send here by a acquaintance of yours. Mr. Collins, was it Misses Hanson?
-Yes mother, he is the man who have me instructions about the new fax machine at work. I don’t understand? What has Foreign Affairs to do with me and with Mr. Collins.
Misses Hanson smiled and answered, -That’s what I want to talk to you about. Can we sit.
They both took place in the living room while her mother felt the room greeting Misses Hanson.
-I hear you work at the Andretti Bank, do you like it there?
-Yes, I do, thank you.
-But you’re not certain yet you can stay there, are you?
-No, I’m not but they will notify me any day now.
-I don’t think you will get the job, dear.
-Excuse me? Why not?
-Because we want you at Foreign Affairs. We need a good secretary there and you where recommended by the nephew of the Minister.
-How? I don’t know anybody who is related to the Minister or his nephew.
-Yes you do! Mr. Collins, remember. He is the nephew of the Minister and had nothing than good words about you. He heard you didn’t had a steady job and saw in you a lot of qualities. What do you think, dear? Interested?
-This is all so sudden and Mr. Collins? Really? I’m a little surprised and happy in the same time. Do you have to know my answer now?
-No dear, you can take your time but there is one condition. You have to notify Mr. Collins personally about your decision. I will leave you his phone number.

Heavy smoke of cigarettes and cigars was hanging around his head in this jazzy art café. He went there frequently because he enjoyed the ambiance. It was a dark place with lights in purple and red and all the future talents were singing there or playing the extension of there bodies, there instruments. He put his pen in his jacket and folded a little peace of paper. He just kept it in his hand and was thinking about the contents of that note. He strongly felt a vibe running thru his body and the words that he wrote down where dancing in his brain on the rhythm of a contra bas.

The light of your eyes met the moonlight and the world showed all it’s secrets.
Your touch is golden and pureness is your heart.
Soft as silk you kissed my soul
Fever captured my body as I’m the prisoner of a burning love……

He was ticking his fingers on the little table where his coffee stood and whistled without a sound inside his head. A secret longing to give this poem to his unknown love took over everything which made him a reasonable man and inpatient he left his chair, took a last look around and walked to the door. He promised himself to keep faith and to believe like a romantic fool.

A taxi took him home and the driver knew without asking where he had to bring him. At least a hundred times he brought him home and by now there was a kind of connection between them.
-Tired, Paul?
-Yes Henry, but satisfied!
-How was the music today? Like Ella or ……
-No no no! It was modern jazz, abstract but catchy.
-I like more the old school. There’s more dept and soul in notes.
-I like it all…-but then Paul stopped talking and wandered off to a place only he knew. Henry knew about this moment, it wasn’t the first time that in the middle of a conversation he was left alone, talking to himself.
-Here we are, Paul. See you soon.
Paul paid and tipped Henry and wished him a good night.
Eight stairs up to the door of his house. A big brown door was waiting there as a guardian proud to protect and serve. The hall was cold and much to big. A big mirror reflected his image and as usual he thought in that exact moment that he should move from there. He didn’t dough. It was his parents house and his grandparents before that. Too much history.
He went into the library where he sat down to write in his diary but he was tired and decided just to take some notes. He dragged himself to bed and fell asleep without taking off his clothes.

In a total different state of mind Paul was walking towards the Andretti Bank. A state of the art fax machine was delivered there and he had to initiate one of the secretaries. Franco Andretti was a personal friend of his which came in handy to sell his article.

The door leading to the hall of the bank opened. Mr Turner entered followed by a beautiful young woman. It was as she was walking on clouds and she moved like the waves of a lake. A fresh summer breeze filled the room and for a moment he recognized this face, this beautiful face. Mr. Andretti introduced her as Alice and he immediately associated her with wonderland. He came back to reality and started to explain the functions of the fax but while doing this he took the opportunity to study her face, voice and movements. She was not a stranger to him, he saw her before. His dreams where filled by her and now he had a dream come true.
A quick talk with Mr. Andretti learned him that she didn’t have a steady job at the bank but that they would hire her permanently very soon. He wanted to act on that before it was to late. He wanted to use his connections to offer her a steady job and impress her. Was this the right thing to do? Paul had two reasons to doubt his anxiousness, Mr Andretti and Alice. He decided to chew on his thoughts for a while and followed his agenda until the evening brought him back to jazz, smoke and coffee.

The next morning Paul took an early start and drove to his uncles house. Georges Collins was the Minister of Foreign Affairs and the brother of his late father. He always wanted Paul to come and join the diplomacy but Paul wanted to make it on his own and feel free of strains or relations but this time it was his overly fast beating heart that was at stake. He was driven by a fairly new feeling that he didn’t dare to describe as love yet but he was so close of being sure. He reached the domain and the impressive gates of his uncles house where the security checked his identity and announced his arrival. He drove up to the front of the house where he was welcomed by a valet opening his car door and seeing him to the hall.
-Your uncle will see you in a second, sir. Would you like to wait in the library?
Paul agreed because this was his favourite place of the house. He always felt that he couldn’t count enough to know how many book there where. This room was filled to the roof with wooden layers in dark brown and they all carried books and billions of words, ideas and inspiration. Just as he wanted to sit down his uncle entered.
-Uncle Georges, good morning!
-Paul, my boy, how are you?
The usual chit chat filled the next minutes and Paul was impatient to talk about the quest his heart made him take. As the tea was served and the valet left the library he bundled all his courage.
-I wanted to talk to you about something. It’s very important to me and to be honest it’s a matter of the heart.
-Really? Are you telling me you met someone you could love, Paul? This is world shocking news. Tell me all about her. It is a her, isn’t it?
-Yes yes, it is a her but I can’t tell you much yet. I met her once, briefly, I now where she works and her first name and that’s it.
-Impressive! Would it be fair to say that you are blinded, my boy? A little hasty maybe?
-I know but I have this strange feeling that I know her since for ever and that she is the one I’ve been waiting for. And in my dreams I meet her every night. Everywhere my dream brings me, she’s there and now she’s the soul owner of my thoughts.
-But where do I come in, Paul? Do you want me to reason you or feed this fever you have?
-I would like to ask you to give her a job, a steady one. She’s working at the Andretti bank for the moment but hasn’t been hired permanently yet. The bank is very pleased with her and will give her the job soon but I was thinking that a job at Foreign Affairs would be even better for her and maybe she would be impressed by it. For me a perfect opportunity to break the ice.
-This is most unusual and I have to say I’m not reluctant to act on this urge of yours. She’s a total stranger to you and me and this not an ordinary job you’re asking me to give her.
-Aren’t you in the perfect position to screen her? I don’t even want to know about her background. You check it and decide if she’s F.A. material. I never asked you for anything before and this is important to me.
-Alright. Find out her full name and date of birth and I will see what I can do.
-That’s all I’m asking, thank you.

A little later Paul left and drove into town. He put his phone in hand free mode and called Franco Andretti. An appointment was made and a hour later he could go and see him. He also called his personal secretary to cancel all his appointments that day. That was the first time ever. His poor secretary asked if he was all right and if he was feeling ill. His brain was working fast en sharp now. The whole scenario ran before his eyes and he wanted to be sure he didn’t oversee the slightest detail.

IF YOU LIKED IT SO FAR LET ME KNOW AND I MIGHT GET INSPIRED TO GO ON AND MAYBE EVEN FINISH IT.

Bucarest - Oostende ( third and final part)

2009-02-08T16:12:00.002+01:00

We entered a with people loaded railway station and mastered our way to a waiting spot. We were about an hour early and had the time to eat something before departure. We wanted to be early because it was important to have a "couchette" for the three of us alone. As soon as the train was announced we made our move but didn't find one couchette that was completely free so moved in with a young guy. We played a little little scene in which we let him know that he should better go and look for a place to sleep with someone else because we couldn't assure him of a quiet night with our little Luca. A bit against his will he went and searched and sortly after that he found a a place with one other person. Our goal was achiefed. The night went smoothly because Luca didn't cry at all and this time no border controles to wake us up. The only stressy thing on our minds was the transfer between this train and the one taking us from Koln to Brussels. We had to look how late train departed, on what rail, buy the tickets and get there with the baby and our luguage. As it seemed we had exactly 16 minutes so we hurried to the train and then I quickly ran to buy the tickets. With a few minutes to spare we took the Thalys (TGV = Train a Grande Vitesse) heading for Brussels where we would have the same situation like in Koln. An hour and a half later we arrived in Brussels to find out that now we had like 20 minutes. The same ritual as before put us on a train to Oostende, where we lived at the time. This time the train was packed. Luca didn't like that so much and was happy to get of the train and into the taxi to drive us home. It was 14.00h and sunny. At home a pille of mail was waiting for us. We quickly threw the bills away!(joke). Without knowing it we stepped in the daily life routine and only in the evening we were thinkung about our trainscapade. A nice memory never to forget.

Only you

2009-02-07T20:46:00.003+01:00

Every pore is rising by the discovery of your smell.
It announces your image and body that I know so well.
My accelerating heart feels like jumping out of my chest.
This hasty pace tells me: never stop, never rest.
I try to look in your eyes to messure how deeply you love me.
No use to avoid it, I need to know daily, I won't quit.
Did you ever feel like shouting "baby" for minutes in a row.
You don't know how to walk or where to go.
Your breath is taken away.
Your thoughts sway, pray, wander off, stay.
I ingraved your name in my heart.
It's like a hidden tattoo.
There was only one place
and it's for you.

leapsa

2009-02-07T17:37:00.002+01:00

I took it from Georgi, I give it to Bad girls

The prayer

2009-02-07T17:00:00.000+01:00

A prayer for everybody. Enjoy.

Silence

2009-02-06T23:02:00.002+01:00

I don't like the silence.
I know what it means.
It hurts more to my ears then shouting.
It's a game of waiting and see,
what will happen, what will be.
You listen and hear nothing but sighs.
The question is why?
I don't like the silence.
I miss a voice,
but the silence is a given not a choice.
It seemes that not only the art of speach is lost.
What will it take to warm up and defrost
a tongue that I would love to move,
and together with the vocal cords,
to improve the mood.

Leapsaa

2009-02-06T22:33:00.004+01:00

Sunt … not turning out to be who I was supposed to be.
As vrea … to make everybody happy.
Pastrez … hope
Mi-as fi dorit … to use my talent(s) at the max
Nu imi place … not to be understood, considered, liked.
Ma tem … of losing...........everything that's precious to me.
Aud … the world crying out for help.
Imi pare rau … for being grumpy, being nervous, being me.
Imi plac … to paint a smile on your face
Nu sunt … a bad boy, old, home.
Dansez… to old tunes from the new wave times
Cant … mostely in a voice my wife doesn't like.
Niciodata …give up.
Rar … I sleep enough
Plang cand privesc … unhappiness, fear, no faith
Nu imi place de mine pentru ca … there is nothing to like
Sunt confuza … all the time and I forget a lot
Am nevoie... my wife, my boy, my girl, my family, my God
Ar trebui … lose weight, get fit and get healthy.