Autumn
Posted on November 2, 2018 by magda
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...
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Posted on October 12, 2018 by magda
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
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Posted on October 10, 2018 by magda
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’...
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Posted on October 8, 2018 by magda
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
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Posted on September 19, 2018 by magda
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...
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Posted on September 19, 2018 by magda
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...
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Posted on September 1, 2018 by magda
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
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Posted on November 10, 2017 by magda
Happy Birthday, Mother!
Maria Magdalena Biela
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Posted on November 1, 2017 by magda
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...
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Posted on October 20, 2017 by magda
Friends , trees and smiles
Bielka
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