Little Butterfly

06.11.2011 um 22:23 Uhr

Wonder about.

Musik: Runaway - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

There will always be a "lie" in believe,
an "over" in lover,
an "end" in friends,
an "us" in trust and
an "if" in life.


Ich mag dieses Zitat, auch wenn es wenig positiv klingt ;)
 
 
 
 

01.12.2010 um 21:38 Uhr

December´s Rhapsody.

A Christmas Tale

So now is come our joyful feast,
Let every man be jolly;
Each room with ivy leaves is dressed,
And every post with holly.
Though some churls at our mirth repine,
Round your foreheads garlands twine,
Drown sorrow in a cup of wine,
And let us all be merry.

Now all our neighbors' chimneys smoke,
And Christmas blocks are burning;
Their ovens they with baked meats choke,
And all their spits are turning.
Without the door let sorrow lie,
And if for cold it hap to die,
We'll bury it in a Christmas pie,
And evermore be merry.

George Wither

 



01.11.2010 um 20:53 Uhr

November's Rhapsody.

November

So dull and dark are the November days.
The lazy mist high up the evening curled,
And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze;
The place we occupy seems all the world.

John Clare





01.10.2010 um 11:35 Uhr

October´s Rhapsody.

The Love of October
 
A child looking at ruins grows younger
but cold
and wants to wake to a new name
I have been younger in October
than in all the months of spring
walnut and may leaves the color
of shoulders at the end of summer
a month that has been to the mountain
and become light there
the long grass lies pointing uphill
even in death for a reason
that none of us knows
and the wren laughs in the early shade now
come again shining glance in your good time
naked air late morning
my love is for lightness
of touch foot feather
the day is yet one more yellow leaf
and without turning I kiss the light
by an old well on the last of the month
gathering wild rose hips
in the sun.
 
W. S. Merwin
 
 
 
 

01.09.2010 um 21:13 Uhr

September´s Rhapsody.

September

"The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
Chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze."

John Updike




01.08.2010 um 21:25 Uhr

August´s Rhapsody.

Musik: August´s Rhapsody (August Rush)

August

Youth is in a grand flush, like the hot days of ending summer; and pleasant dreams thrall your spirit, like the smoky atmosphere that bathes the landscape of an August day.

Donald G. Mitchell







Diesen Eintrag musste ich wegen meinem Urlaub nachreichen. ;)

07.07.2010 um 20:02 Uhr

Something about friends.

Musik: Broken Strings - James Morrison feat. Nelly Furtado

Freunde sind jene seltene Menschen,

die auf eine Antwort warten,

wenn sie dich fragen,

wie es dir geht.

-

Unbekannt


 
 

01.07.2010 um 15:03 Uhr

July`s Rhapsody.

July

 

July is light blue
The color of the sky
July feels like a long vacation
In the sun
It sounds like waves splashing alone the beach
July smells like my birthday cake
It tastes like chocolate ice-cream
July is the best month of the year

Gurpiar Sidhu




01.06.2010 um 20:19 Uhr

June´s Rhapsody.

The month of June

In the month of June
I composed a melodic tune
Ahead of time before the clocks struck noon
Later at night I waited to sing it out in full moon

June is the smell of sweet fresh roses
A beautiful rosy sixth month it exposes
And with the sweetness of each day
The sky clouds smile brightful and gay

Good Afternoon, My little summer butterflies
In June we can play where yellow meadows lie
We can observe little rivers flow into lagoons
And the mellifluent wildlife retreat into cocoons

And if love where to blossom it will do so quite soon
Because there is something about the month of June
As the longest daylight hours a year balloon
All marriage hopes are not left marooned

June is a beautiful month to sing
And listen to loud wedding bells ring
In this long awaited summer month
The mood of happiness is all June fronts

Sylvia Chidi (C)

 

 

01.05.2010 um 16:01 Uhr

May´s Rhapsody.

On May Morning


Now the bright morning Star, Day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The Flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.
Hail bounteous May that dost inspire
Mirth and youth, and warm desire,
Woods and Groves, are of thy dressing,
Hill and Dale, doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early Song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

John Milton



01.04.2010 um 20:27 Uhr

April´s Rhapsody.

April, Dear April

April, dear April, I beg you come soon
And bring your sweet primroses too.
Let them join in with the daffodils' play,
As skies offer sunshine anew.

April, dear April, my blessed spring child,
Ornate in your yellow and white,
Teasing the birds into trilling their songs
And dancing to music of flight.

April, dear April, come enter my dreams
And rid me from cold winter chills.
Banish the rain and those blustery winds
And warm up our countryside hills.

April, dear April, I know you can't stay -
You have to move on ‘till next year.
And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,
You'll always be my month most dear


Mark Slaughter






10.03.2010 um 21:42 Uhr

The end of the rain is not in sight.

Musik: Meet me halfway - Black Eyed Peas

Life sucks.
 
Eat a cookie.
 
 
 
 

01.03.2010 um 20:58 Uhr

March´s Rhapsody.

March

March marches to the beat of her own drum,
Angry in the way of eager youth,
Rebelling against what she will become,
Challenging the too-long-frozen truth.
How beautiful, this month of rage and ruth!

Nicholas Gordon



 
 

27.02.2010 um 22:18 Uhr

Willful blindness.

Musik: The Voyage - Timeless Miracle

"Verliebt sein ist nur ein ausserordentlicher Fall von freiwilliger Blindheit."
 
 
 
 

01.02.2010 um 10:09 Uhr

February´s Rhapsody.

In February

RICH meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn,
Unseen, this colourless sky of folded showers,
And folded winds; no blossom in the bowers;
A poet's face asleep in this grey morn.

Now in the midst of the old world forlorn
A mystic child is set in these still hours.
I keep this time, even before the flowers,
Sacred to all the young and the unborn.

To all the miles and miles of unsprung wheat,
And to the Spring waiting beyond the portal,
And to the future of my own young art,
And, among all these things, to you, my sweet,
My friend, to your calm face and the immortal
Child tarrying all your life-time in your heart.

Alice Meynell 

 
 

09.01.2010 um 18:43 Uhr

I was caught in my imagination.

Musik: Bad Romance - Lady Gaga

"Das Problem mit der Abhängigkeit ist, dass es nie gut ausgeht. Es heißt, dass man die Sucht nicht loswerden kann, bevor man den absoluten Tiefpunkt erreicht hat. Aber woher weiß man, wann das ist?
Denn egal wie sehr uns eine Sache auch verletzt, manchmal schmerzt es noch viel mehr, sie los zu lassen."


Das ist wahr.
 
Und daraus schließe ich, dass es niemals mehr wie starkes Verlangen war.
 
Na ja, vielleicht ist Verlangen nicht das richtige Wort.
 
Zuneigung passt möglicherweise besser.
 
Zuneigung und viel Fantasie.
 
Ich habe wirklich das Gefühl, dass es das war.
 
Über die Ferien hinweg ist das Ganze für mich schon wenig abgeklungen.
 
Ich denke jetzt, ich habe mich an ein Trugbild geklammert.
 
"Das weiß ich auch und deswegen würde ich mein Herz nie an dich verschenken, schon gar nicht jetzt."
 
Das waren meine eigenen Worte.
 
Ich hätte sie mehr beherzigen sollen, dachte ich noch gestern.
 
Aber mittlerweile....
 
sehe ich etwas klarer.
 
Und es tut nicht mehr sehr weh.
 
Eines Tages erwartet mich Besseres, ich weiß es.
 
Think positive. :)
 
Letztlich fühle ich mich etwas freier.
 
Nun, da ich wenigstens ein bisschen begriffen habe.
 
 I thought you were my fairytale
My dream when I'm not sleeping
A wish upon a star that's coming true
But everybody else could tell
That I confused my feelings with the truth
 
 
 
 

01.01.2010 um 20:20 Uhr

January´s Rhapsody



January

Little January
Tapped at my door today.
And said, "Put on your winter wraps,
And come outdoors to play."
Little January
Is always full of fun;
Today we coasted down the hill,
Until the set of sun.
Little January
Will stay a month with me
And we will have such jolly times-
Just come along and see.

Winifred C. Marshall



05.12.2009 um 22:45 Uhr

Versteh es.

There´s magic in it.
 
 
 
 

05.12.2009 um 20:57 Uhr

Io non ho paura.

Musik: My life would suck without you - Kelly Clarkson

"Il mio ragni pelosi, velenosi tassi lei, lumache viscide e serpenti ciechi, tenerti lontano dai nostri figli. I loro animali notturni che amano il buio, voi che non dormire, non prima che faccia luce, vegliando sul sonno dei nostri figli."
 
Michele Amitrano, Io non ho paura
 
 
Ich wusste, dass ich auch das Buch lieben würde.
 
"Die Herren des Hügels" ist wirklich gut. <3
 
 
 
 

29.11.2009 um 20:09 Uhr

A Midsummer Night´s Dream. <3

Musik: May it be - Enya

"Und welche Liebe war´s, die fort von mir dich trieb?"

"Lysander´s Liebe litt nicht, dass er blieb;
Die schöne Helena, die so die Nacht durchfunkelt,
Dass sie die lichten O´s, die Augen dort, verdunkelt.
Was suchst du mich? Tat dies dir noch nicht kund,
Mein Hass zu dir sei meines Fliehens Grund?"