It’s only you

It’s only you I want to ride through the landscape with

Why couldn’t we work things out?

 

Long distances, much nature and little civilization

Park in Pila

Plenty of places, which could be a home

Out of question now

Roads and paths are nameless

And then the bus speakers playing “Ordinary Love”

 

Tears and talks in the forever driving bus

Yes, friends are valuable

Another kind of love and taking care is in the air

Having wanted to keep strong, but couldn’t

I miss you so much

 

Tourun City Walls

An old city with thick walls to protect

Obviously a touristic spot

Cosy and ment to have a nice time in it

Couples having a rest and drink in outdoor cafes

All a strange view now

 

 

Tourun Center

It could have been, it should have been

Us

You couldn’t see it

Sorry for mistakes, which always take place

Hope is a faraway imagination and castle in the air now

 

A dragon, placed according to the old legend

Tourun Dragon

As the spot, where we throw a coin

To have fulfilled a wish

You know what mine was

Now, in this silence, I just have to wish for my own life

 

I wish for you that your life once will be as you want it

Not sure I can be part of it

Our cities and homes, especially mine

Shouting of you with all in it, which points to you

Life will feel too mixed up of what I don’t want

 

Decorated Window in Tourun

Yours, and your way through the desert, which you preferred

I don’t know any more about

Distance, sometimes already felt – it seems to get really huge now

If it has to be, I hope for your, that your days get more happy

There is not much more I can hope

 

Little dog biting in a dress – Tourun

The attempt to appear as good company

For those, who can understand and hope

Too far from my lost balance

But trying

Words for wills are not enough anyway

 

 

 

Riding through darkness with heart ache

You, on your own bus …

Time connection!

Dali- Persistence of time

One of these days I read an article in a magazine that made me think about the issue of time. It is true that our culture doesn’t value the importance of waiting for something or someone. There are even many people who find ridiculous and a waste of time the simple idea of waiting. In fact, nowadays we live in a ready-to-eat, ready –to-wear, ready-to-feel, ready-to-quit society. The way people communicate shows no exception. Always surrounded by hi-tech gadgets, 24 hours on, multitasking, having the idea that one can be everywhere doing everything. At the same time, and opposite of what was expected, there’s this permanent insatisfaction, feeling of exhaustion and no time to reflect about anything.

Sometimes it is crucial to stop and understand that waiting is not a waste of time, on the contrary, it is a way of recognizing that there must be time to be, so that one can give itself the chance to mature.

Plants come from seeds. If one can’t stand the wait, it will never feel the joy of seeing it blossoming.

Maybe this wish of human superhero syndrome hides the fear of having no one or nothing waiting for us at the end. But the truth is that life is a kind of artisanal handicraft. It’s not a mass production and we can’t find it made elsewhere. Life requires the patience of a craftsman that patiently tries several times until some result can be found, if found.

Circles around us

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Beauty, Existence, Forma - Form - Shape - Form, Four Seasons, Vivaldi

Circles appear to us in the world around both as a shape and as a movement.

Photo: Mabel Carrola, 2013

A circular form attracts attention and increases focus and concentration in a certain way. There is a search for a center in this form, an investigation for a difference from what is in the middle and what is at the outline. Eyes look for a pattern which points out the core of this ball or circle or we might give in and find a couple of natural centers or no points of this kind – but we had to have the look.

Photo: Mabel Carrola, 2013

We might detect a circle in shapes or in a composition of shapes, even if none of them has a circular form. A very old stone found on the beach is polished towards the round form. A child paints the crown of the tree as a circle, seeing this contour, which in fact is formed by the influence of the surrounding light. Creatures roll together to a circular shape to avoid freezing or to have the body and mind protected and to concentrate the energy safely in the middle.

Photo: Michael Großpietsch, 2013

It is special and magical for us to look deep in our love’s round eyes and to see all the world in them. It is comfortable to hold a circular shape in our hands, whilst other shapes can feel disturbing or even dangerous. Our Earth is a ball and as we live on the outskirts of it, it has been essential for mankind to investigate the inner parts of it to be able to feel safe to live where we are.

The circular form is archetypical for us and that might be the reason, why it can make us smile and feel happiness, when we meet it.

Photo: Michael Großpietsch, 2013

While we still are capable to explore the circular form by being able to approach it from all sides, either through moving around it or by having our eyes detecting it, a circular movement touches other – and also worrying dimensions.

The circle which is drawn by planets in the universe brings our understanding to the limits of our imagination. The cycles of life in the garden, which from blossoming flowers in the summer through fall and winter demolishes and turns the plant’s material to carry new life in the spring, is a practical knowledge we have achieved, but still hard to understand.

Photo: Mabel Carrola, 2013

We can experience, that our life runs in circles and what we once thought, we had left, comes back to us in an inconvenient way. The fascination of a movement and journey around our planet is still an experience, which only few have experienced and it is in any case connected with risks, whether it might be carried out on earth or in the height.

Everyone knows the feeling of driving in a circle to arrive at a desired destination, caused by low local knowledge, and not being able to find the right way and to get into desperation about wasted time or because of getting too late for the appointment. Finally we have the circle of life with our kids growing and moving into a life situation, which we once left and us selves getting closer to the end of our time – maybe the most scary and highly tabooed phenomena in our societies.

In the end a consciousness about circles also constitutes the purpose of our lives: To focus on and to use the power we bring with us to turn bad circles to better ones.

Pruning Roses

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Angelus Silesius, Beauty, Home, Life, Marc Chagall, Peder Severin Krøyer, Roses

Peder Severin Krøyer: Les Roses

I have been thinking a lot about roses and their language lately. In fact, learning the way they bloom and all the care they need made me think that, during their lifetime, they are very similar to human beings.

To start with, it is interesting to reflect that pruning roses is an intimidating process, although essential to their well-being and there’s no doubt that becoming an accomplished rose pruner takes time and practice. Pruning a rose in a wrong way means that mistakes will grow out very quickly and it is better to make good effort and pruning roses than to let them grow rampant.

Living everyday is an intimidating process although essential to everybody’s well-being and there’s no doubt that becoming an accomplished leader of our lives takes time and practice. Making the wrong decisions means that mistakes, anxiety and pain will grow out very quickly and it is better to make good efforts of living effectively than to let bad decisions/ habits grow rampant.

Pruning roses or stick to the point in our lives encourage new growth and bloom; remove dead or diseased wood or remove wasted thoughts makes us move, as it improves air circulation and  joy of breathing again. In case of human beings, it shapes the way of looking at yourself and life as well.

Maybe the essence of life is condensed in a rose.

„Die Rose ist ohne Warum.
Sie blühet, weil sie blühet.
Sie achtet nicht ihrer selbst,
fragt nicht, ob man sie siehet.“

Angelus Silesius

Marc Chagall: Les roses et la lune

Joyful Days

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Arte - Kunst - Art - Kunst, Céline Dion, Love, Marc Chagall, Romance, Sensualidade - Sensualität - Sensuality - Sensualitet

 

Marc Chagall: Red Nude Sitting Up, 1908

 

Pleasant anticipation of days to come

Fills the heart and soul,

Forms rich feelings

For a meeting

In happiness

With you.

 

As in the nature time and days may go

Preparing plant’s flourishing,

Sparrow’s family extension

For the proceeding circle

Of lives and renewal

For you and me.

 

Marc Chagall: The Woman with the Roses, 1929

Ever appearing days and working hours

Get new energies and perspectives,

Turn out bright and hopeful

From us observing

The circulation

And us in it.

 

With a vacation and traveling and spare time ahead

The mind is ready to face new challenges and love,

Hearts have opened towards joyful involvement

Bringing light and brightness in our days

Constituting this refreshed hope

In us lovers and teenage souls.

 

While the sun rings it’s early bell for the new day to come

Joy fills up our awaking self and sleepy body,

Giving life to rediscovered feelings

Of this precious sunshine

You bring up in me

And I in you.

Michael Großpietsch, 2013

 

Togetherness feelings

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Home, Marc Chagall, Travel

March Chagall, The Lovers

Travel is a meaningful word since it always encloses an intrinsic change. To go from one place to another, in a particular direction or distance, at a particular speed, and with a purpose. Then there’s also this kind of travel, where we can sail through our inner landscape, spotting precious and secret places and feelings we had inside, but without knowledge of their existence.

Once in time I travelled to a distant country and met an outstanting traveller. Since then  he has been showing and teaching me the real meaning of travelling and the most important – of travelling together.

Mabel Carrola, 2013

Bridge with a View

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Arte - Kunst - Art - Kunst, Cor - Farbe - Color - Farve, Helle Baslund, Love, Roger Hodgson

Photo: Michael Großpietsch, 2013

C’est le bon

I never knew what a man was supposed to be
I never wanted the responsibility
I still remember what they tried to make of me
They used to wonder what they couldn’t get through to me,
‘Cauce all that I had as this music
A-coming to me
And all that I had was this rhythm
A-running through me.

I took a tip from the man in the ministry
He said, “My son, better work in the factory”
Well there were days I can tell you quite honestly
I saw myself winding up in the military
So lucky to have all this music
A-coming to me
I’m lucky to have all this rhythm
A-running through me
I’m watching the movie go down
Around, about me
I’m watching the marry-go-round
Go down about me.

I said, “Lovers, you’re needed in the garden
‘Cauce there’s a lot of crazy people
Who’ve forgotten where their heart is
And they don’t give a damn
About hurting those flowers and those trees.”
C’est le bon, sailing on and on…

Sometimes I wonder where my life is taking me
Sometimes I wonder what they all expect of me
Well there were days I can tell you quite honestly
I saw myself winding up in the monastery

‘Cauce all that I have is this music
A-coming to me
And all that I have is this rhythm
A-running through me
I’m watching the movie go down
Around, about me
I’m watching the marry-go-round
Go down about me.

I said, “Lovers, you’re needed in the garden
‘Cauce there’s a lot of crazy people
Who’ve forgotten where their heart is
And they don’t give a damn
About hurting that small child in me.”
C’est le bon, sailing on and on…

C’est Le Bon – Roger Hodgson from Davide R. on Vimeo.

Helle Baslund: View – Photo: Michael Großpietsch, 2013

Ties

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Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Little Prince

Photo: Mabel carrola

“The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

The chances we create

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Katie Melua

“If You Were A Sailboat”

If you’re a cowboy I would trail you,
If you’re a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you’re a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you’re a river I would swim you,
If you’re a house I would live in you all my days.
If you’re a preacher I’d begin to change my ways.

Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.

If I was in jail I know you’d spring me
If I was a telephone you’d ring me all day long
If was in pain I know you’d sing me soothing songs.

Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.

If I was hungry you would feed me
If I was in darkness you would lead me to the light
If I was a book I know you’d read me every night

If you’re a cowboy I would trail you,
If you’re a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you’re a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you’re a sailboat I would sail you to the shore

Reconstructions – brick by brick

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Life, Paul Gauguin, Psicologia - Psychologie - Psychology - Psykologi, Relationship, Shades and colours

Paul Gauguin -Tahitian Landscape

An inner life is built brick by brick. All types of constructions are possible inside and they are dependent on our unspeakable needs – sometimes conscious or unconscious.

I had this idea that the bricks, with which I built my strong inner house, would help me to stand in any type of situation. With time, I realized that the walls I built had become too high and too thick and I couldn’t breathe. My construction was like a disease, it spread all over my body and mind and I became gray.

As time went by, I decided I had to start all over again. I erased the bricks and picked up lighter materials that would allow me to gaze the blue horizon. I built an inner house full of windows, thinking that I would never feel suffocated again. Unfortunately the glass I picked for my windows was too fragile and it was quickly broken when the wind blew stronger. Everything I had inside was severely destroyed and I became black.

During many years nothing was build inside my waste land. I needed to forget there were colours I could mix with gray and black to highlight my existence made of ashes.

Now I don’t want to build high walls or crystal clear windows. There’s no need of inner constructions since I understood that the best of them are to be enjoyed and lived at open space, feeling the wind, the sun and rain on my skin.

As in a painter’s palette, many decisions have to be taken, bearing in mind the colours I want to use and mix to reach my final purpose.

 Once I was told I had to lose the fear to be able to find, on canvas, my own language. Growing older made me understand that the same was happening with my life. Fear was like an impasse I needed to overcome.

I’m ready now to express my own inner language and to paint my life with bright colours. I’m also aware it’s not easy at all, but it’s the only way that gives some sense to life.

Mabel Carrola, 2013