jullaby
the house is painted in green and the windowframes are red.
the fence is dark blue and the door yellow.
the cat is brown and the dog is black.
the ball is pink and the clouds on the sky are white.
the sun is yellow the grass is green
and the sea is blue
and all these colors make me know
that I live in a wonderful world.
the window of the black limo was reflecting the trees next to the road. nobody could see what is inside so everybody had the image of a wealthy and happy person sitting on the back seat looking with disgust at them as they were walking on the pavement in their old and rugged clothes. they were thinking about the person in the limo, most probably an elegantly dressed lady holding a thin cigar and drinking champagne. their eyes could not penetrate the thick, dark glasses so they did not see the lonely eyes of the sad little girl looking at them and wishing to be one of them....
i am not a material girl, I can fit my life in one backpack.
the photo montage on the wall was reflecting her life. it was a constant reminder of the things she wished to forget and wipe out but could not . the photos were looking at her and laughing silently. they knew that she could never get rid of them. she was them and they were her in a sick and awkward way...
i remember the days of summer and the sound of the sea and the noise of the bug flying around the lamp at night. I remember the taste of lemonade and the feeling of sand in my mouth. I remember the laughter of friends and the color of the straweberries and the shadow of trees on the dusty road.i remember the music and the warmth of the campfire. i remember the kisses and the flowers on the terrasse. i remember the strolls on the avenue next to the sea and the old lady sitting on the bench. i remember the children building a sand castle and the whistle of the wind. i remember the time stood still and sweet summer lasted forever
the sudburns were making his face ridiculos he knew it but could not make up his mind to get rid of them . they belonged to his personality and made him feel like his own grandfather. a feeling he just could possible not give up. so head high he was walking down on the street while people were laughing at him..
in despair I am waiting for my life to change.I want to have a different life where I can be a different person so I can desire the life I have now.
mint is the flavour of long and hot summer nights when the bugs are flying around the lamp and friends are sitting on the balcony. long and sweet nights when all you can hear are the waves of the ocean and the beating of your heart.
canteen. bein a child and going to the canteen for lunch in elementary school is one of the memories I will never forget. the canteen food was totally bad most of the days but we were always hoping to get our favourite food every day. and we always believed that it is going to better next time. we were young. we were optimistic. we were kids.
torch. giving the light while looking for lost memories. i have failed to recognize the power of the mind while i was walking in the shadows. but then the torch has found me.lighted up the forest around me and I could finally see. I had the memories I had them all along ...
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