Autumn

Past Present

                    Past Present Powers below and powers above He asked you to bring him me and my love. He put a spell on me many lives past asking for a love that will always last. He opened the mysteries’ dark heavy door, He wanted to see what his Fate had in store. He willed Light and Shadow intertwine...Read More »

Invention

                                                        Invention   In nature nothing is lost, everything is transformed, or in other words, an economical man does like that: from the washing maching one creates a winepress! The invention should be patented! Vivat the Romanian brain !!!   Romania ...Read More »

Alexis Kiven päivä

                          Suomenmaa Maa kunnasten ja laaksojen, Mi on tuo kaunoinen? Tuo hohteess’ kesäpäivien, Tuo loisteess’ pohjan tulien, Tuo talven, suven ihana, Mi ompi soma maa? Siell’ tuhansissa järvissä Yön tähdet kimmeltää Ja Kanteleitten pauhina Siell’ kaikuu ympär’ kallioi’ Ja kultanummen hongat soi: Se ompi Suomenmaa. En milloinkaan mä unohtais Sun lempeet’ taivastas, En tulta heljän aurinkos, En kirkast’ kuuta kuusistos, En kaskiesi savua Päin pilviin nousevaa. Ol’ monta näissä laaksoissa Tok’...Read More »

Fall, leaves, fall

Fall, leaves, fall Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night’s decay Ushers in a drearier day. Emily Bronté ...Read More »

The scent of a father

                        The scent of a father   Since I was a toddler up to the age of 14, when I went to high school, my family called me MITSUKA, especcially my Dad. I didn’t know why, where from the nick name, sometimes, while growing up, I thought that it may have been an influence...Read More »

The scent of a birthday

        The scent of a birthday   I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come ’round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you’ve just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when...Read More »

September

September Sometimes, in the end of September when leaves are crying in the wild wind, lonely on shore I remember you. Life has many ways and there is nothing to say. Running on sand early in the morning I am only waiting The sunrise. Another day will comes and I know that I will love you forever. Anonimous ...Read More »

Birthday in November

Happy Birthday, Mother!                                             Maria Magdalena Biela ...Read More »

NOVEMBER

                                                            No No sun—no moon! No morn—no noon— No dawn— No sky—no earthly view— No distance looking blue— No road—no street—no “t’other side the way”— No end to any Row— No indications where the Crescents go— No top to any steeple— No recognitions of familiar people— No courtesies for showing ‘em— No knowing ‘em! No traveling at all—no locomotion, No inkling of the way—no notion— “No...Read More »

Fiery October

Friends , trees and smiles                                                             Bielka   ...Read More »

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