Gone

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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!

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

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.

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

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

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.