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Boban Markovic

When my spine crawled out of my body …

extra extra
ordinary tones of culture
breathless

Boban Markovic – I love you … and your trumpet! ❤

… see you 3 January 2017 in Budapest … ❤ … 2017 …

Bridges that Unite

You love the mountains. I love the sea. Both love adventures in the promising horizon. Both love to be part in each other’s worlds. Togetherness in sharing. Apartness in longing.

”When the sky touches the earth there is true love” our kisses whisper to the stars.

a single star
hit by the whispering kisses
fell down
true love secured
receipt from the sky

Close together – on the savory rocky beach or in the fragrant highland meadow – there always are stars in the sky. And bridges that unite.

Sometimes I am not initially fully aware about what my thinking and words create. Seems like my inner mind – my subconscious – also is working but I don’t realize it until afterwards – like here in this post. It is so united everything. I make upp the story about he and she. With no thinking about Budapest. As no sea and no mountains. And then i fits perfect with Buda’s hilly side and Pest’s flatland. And on top of the cake – the statue 😉

It’s not the first time this happens.

“Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.” Nicholas Sparks

This piece of art on Gellert Hills shows Buda (king) and Pest (queen) uniting – Budapest.

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Carpe Diem #1112 Music For
The Royal Fireworks by Händel.

Loving to Love

Pling pling. While sitting on the tram to #BizetCarmen tonight I thought about you. I remember your last words and a poem popped up in my head. You said:

-See you next time!

While our eyes made connection to each other’s heart – this very second – I answered the same words. And you know! Next time is Friday. Soon we’ll meet again!

a step to
lips wet by a dream
the thrilling inside body longing
for our next dance
‘loving to love’

Carpe Diem: #1110
Winter Breath by Adrian von Ziegler.

“Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.” Jalaluddin Rumi

Renewal is Revival after Pillage

There is such mess in our world! The worst made by human hands. Worst because somebody made a choice of pillage. There are always humans to blame in this case. Well of course the nature itself also creates disasters. But not by a choice … I think – with my kind of knowledge … so far. I’m fascinated by the power of nature. Very much. And by contrasts … as you already know. The good and bad – pillage …. so to say.

stumps and splinters
chipped and left by nature forces
sad pillage
a desert of disaster might prosper
if invaded by energy of origin

Daily Prompt: Pillage.

“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.” Albert Einstein

Promise

Seems like promises is all about problems. But only if the deepest meaning is different between the two making promises. Once I experienced there is such difference. The value of the word differs. Between people.

enjoying
in this lilac present now
my promise

Some engaged listening and some honest talking will do good, I think.

forever – red
roses – and ever will never last
until now

The most important promise to make is the promise to yourself, I think.

I promise
by all my heart – be true to
my values

And so I will … for now … of tomorrow we know nothing …
… nothing at all …

a sour cherry
maybe nothing – maybe another
tree

…. and I’m going on thinking ….

Carpe Diem: #1108 Promise.

Bewitching Evening

Walking my lonely evening walk among all these people. Feeling the festive air of the city I’m so in love with. All these beauty – and I do not mean things – I mean the feelings it gives – to me. Three poems popped up in my head.

three bottles
a day kept Christmas away
creativity orgie

Ha ha … sometimes I’m so funny to be with! I smiled to everybody in the street and a Japanese lady first answered with a smile and then looked a bit confused.

the scent
of your strong chest – protecting
beating hearts

Ah … I would like you to be here. Walking along with me. Holding my hand. Enjoying life. Chat, discuss and giggle. And most of all – just being. Feeling the scent of each other in mutual respect for – what so ever. (This popped up just now).

you know
hawks are hunting – but only
in the sky

Now I find myself close to the boarder. The ‘besinged’ Danube. This beautiful place like in a fairytale. The Danube – so fresh and swirling. Had to sit down on a bench. Breath and sigh. Such a wonderful little spot in Universe. Just mine … for now …

clouds dancing
shadows on the castle facade
thrillingly me

How can you resist …

Carpe Diem: #1108 – Promise.

I don’t usually shoot this kind of selfies – everybody else do – bewitching evening probably 😉

Bortom Poesin

Man skulle kunna önska att man kunde skriva poesi lika elegant som en fjällbäck tar sig fram i landskapet. Kanske kan man lära sig?
Varför kunde inta jag komma på att jag ”legat vaken hela natten och känt om hjärtat sitter kvar”? (Lars Winnebäck)
Jag ligger förstås inte vaken hela natten. Oftast sitter jag uppe och ”jobbar” halva. Resten och lite till sover jag gott.
Kanske ska man tänka ut ett tema först. LW hade ju soldat, vapen och krig som tema i sin ”Ingen soldat”.

hjärta och smärta
i en kropp som hyser hela livet
bortom poesin

Jag får fundera ut ett tema.

det övergivna
lämnas för återuppbyggnad
utan hjärta

Skrivpuff blev min räddning – igen.

det tomma
arket som nu ska fyllas med själ
och hjärta

Det puffordet ska jag ta med nästa promenad.

Skrivpuff: Övergivet.

Just a Rainy Day

It has been a rainy day. Kind of ”moody cello day”. I like that too. Keeping me cosy indoors. Ensure happenings of exciting things. I’m rather good at that. Actually. There are always new things to learn – languages – technique – universe – thinking higher – yes even higher than usually. And of course I have empty white papers wanting to be filled with colors and crazy motives. So new apps, ted talks on Netflix ….. and a lot of creativity in Crazy Art Studio Budapest.

spicy talks
happenings in worldwide cyber
tagged peppar mint

… and I want that book – I mentioned before – to breathe poetry …

ears leave
when music are played by fairies
catching up
as all senses float away
hypnotized by enchantments

… that special one … you know …
… and music …
… for rainy days.

Stage Curtain from Liszt Academy – edited #byblogfia (me in my Internet project).

Carpe Diem: #1107.
Symphony No. 1 by Giovanni Sgambati.

Very pleasant music for this kind of day and mood ….

There got to be Music

What would we do without music? And those special artistic musicians!? Musicians handling their instruments like they were their ”love of life” and every tone produced as if it was a touch in a love act. Sometimes in tenderly softness and sometimes hot-tempered rapture. I love artistry on that high level. All kinds of artistry. Musicians with their instruments, singers and their voices, dancers and their feet, painters and their brushes, actors on their scen ….

flowing tunes
created on highest level release
strings in love

There got to be music!

Daily Prompt: Festive.

Happy Holiday

-Hur många firar jul tro? tänkte jag precis nu när jag skulle börja inlägget och så tar det en helt annan vändning.

-Egentligen alltså!? Det som handlar om Jesus födelse. Vet folk att Jesus egentligen inte alls föddes i december utan någon gång i mars tror jag?

Det är ju väldigt många som firar jul – precis som om det var firande av presenter som ska delas ut. Eller en gran det ska dansas runt. För inte firar man själva tomten i alla fall. Han kommer, lämnar presenter och går snällt iväg. Säkert med en lättnadens suck. Och – Det är nog vanligare med gran än en krubba i hemmen, eller?
Tänk, jag kanske har helt fel! Bara jag får veta det i så fall.

jul som i hjul
med snurr i en farlig fart
i detta nu

Handeln kan ju fira ordentligt. Årets höjdpunkt över hela världen skulle jag tro. Jag var väldigt förvånad över all juluppståndelse i Dubai och Abu Dhabi när vi bodde där på 80-talet.