Miracles Might Happen

”You may talk. And I may listen. And miracles might happen.”
Ernest Hemingway

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.

The Show of Faces

Flowers of many faces
or
World of many faces
or
Humans of many faces

masks on
preparing for the show
such falseness

Gregorian Music

night of world
as holy as never before
but dark

”Cross my Heart”

Inspirerad av … han och hon i ett liv … a real life … och musiken …

Han skulle gå ut i sena natten.
Hon ville följa med.
Han ville gå ensam.
Hon misstänkte inget.

Hon litade på honom.
Han smidde planer.
Hon tänkte bara gott.
Han hade ett möte.

Hon var inte misstänksam.
Hon tänkte bara gott.
Men inte längre.
”Cross my heart”

Skrivpuff: Misstänksam.

World just now

Just now in this very minute …. Placido Domingo concert in DUNA TV … and two ladies singing … Yes I can … from Annie get your gun.

This one made a life changing and vital impress to me as a little child. How happy I am that my parents brought my to this operett. Now I love all kinds of performing arts.

So …

Anything you can do – I can do better!

Just watching wonderful music and performances in Budapest TV. It’s so beautiful my heart cries.

Such contrasts in the world!

In one channel – the most beautyful man can make – in the other – the most destructive man kan do.

And Victor Orban says:

”Hungary is a stable island in the agitated western world”

… and that’s exactly what I feel just now.

Blue Bayou

Elixir of dawns

You are so shy. While looking down and around trying to find the right words. I watch you secretly from my lowered face. I’m waiting. Waiting breathlessly to hear you saying …