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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.
Heaven and earth. Water and sky. What else but …
twinklings
as raindrops fall from lips
touching the sky
when sliding softly
down the rainbow
… doesn’t raindrops fall from the sky? Well now! They fall from clouds, don’t they? And of course from lips. Because it is only then – they can touch the sky. And have that nice slide away …
… probably to heaven.
Or what do you think?
Carpe Diem: #1111
Oniria by Bruno Sanfilippo.
I also wonder a lot – just like – Rodriguez.
I wonder
what will I be after this life
in renewal
I would like a blue butterfly
or a forget me not
Daily Prompt: Renewal.
Rodriguez in Africa.
empty mornings
empty answers
only
but hustled into the atmosphere
for emptiness
The Echo of Emptiness:
Another evening with Bach music and contemporary dance at MÜPA. Dream Keeper. I was so lucky to meet some very interesting people. Both before the performance and in the paus. I almost felt high on my way home later. Don’t read ”almost”.
hidden scent
in the early dew wet grass
breath of winds
her eyelids tremble invite
comforted by thousand kisses
Carpe Diem: #1109
Siddharta’s Journey by Guy Sweens.
by the shore
some lovely swaying
clouds of pink flowers
sea thrift – drifters
like ovation
for nature
Armeria Maritima – thrift, sea thrift or sea pink – a favorite of mine.
Daily Prompt: Ovation.
He was a sailor. She was in love. A dreamer collecting shells on the esoteric beach.
some words
brought by fins vivid whirls
such mystery
served on the abandoned shore
by a promising shell
The wooden boardwalk became her life.
Some day
she will find that special shell.
When the sky is blue
and the wind is softening,
the dolphin thought.
Some day she stumbled on a broken board.
pale dunes
and grands of sand verify
a fallen veil
awakening for all senses
some break through
At last stormy waves brought the board out into the deep sea.
As they brought her love back.
Carpe Diem: #1108 Promise.
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 😉
Finding myself in the place.
Perfectly right space.
After testing so many ways.At last peace in my mind.
This gem so happy to find.
No longer lost and blind.Life gets a new fresh start.
I’m thankful to be so smart.
Budapest – retreat – in my heart.
The Chain Bridge over Danube – between Pest and Buda – and Buda Castle.
Daily Prompt: Retreat.
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