Wish I were more capable just now. No sleep last night. Had the flow when making some things – writings and …
bridge in mist
the troubled souls walk over
… thinkings and drawings … how lucky I am. To have that terrific flow I mean 😉
And I like my haiku – it contains different meanings – what about last line 😉
Well I remembered today to visit the Geisha exhibition and it was very interesting. I’m glad I did. Despite the depressing grey weather and unsafe walking in snowy streets. But the Chain Bridge looks great in any weather. That’s for sure!
maybe a favorit
there are some treasures in mind
while memories fade away
piece by piece
Some moody weather, isn’t it? The Parliament almost vanished behind the Chain Bridge.
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
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.
Carpe Diem #1112 Music For The Royal Fireworks by Händel.
It’s impossible to mope when visiting Budapest. Even if your friend is dedicated to photography. I can understand it’s boring sometimes. Stopping all the time to shoot photos when you just want to walk and chat – being together. S/he is never 100 % with you.
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.
a day kept Christmas away
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.
of your strong chest – protecting
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).
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 …
shadows on the castle facade
No crazy thoughts popping up today on my walkabout over and between the bridges. I was too busy with testing camera settings in this half misty day. Soon I will look at my photos but first that only poem coming in my head when I was almost at home. I think it is a little folly …. or?
Suddenly I became
The truth is
I am so fed up
with the veil
how it is
From France, around the world
The quality of the
debate is sadly low.
The satiric humor
is always a release.
To cheat is a kind of –
put on a veil