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Crazy Art by me - I'm thinking

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.

Budapest in my Heart

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 😉

How can you resist!?

Blue Photo - Empty Seats and Tram 2

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.

#byblogfia - Stage Curtain

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.