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In retrospect it feels that I was falling in and out love all this time - it was great. With men, with life, with dance, with culture, with wine, with food, with freinds, - yes a lot of love. Love is good, love is great- all you need is love.
Falling in love - what else? Falling of cliffs, different kind of cliffs. Truly needed cliffs and a times not so needed cliffs- painful cliffs.
There were a lot of mountains- a lot. Some I could see clearly - others I didn't see as clearly. But I knew they were there and I knew I had to keep on climbing - there would be a cliff to rest on soon or to fall of and start again to climb.
It's an easy deal really- you learn to love it - as everything else. Even blue cheese and olives. Didn't see that coming. But they came anyway - and friends for life and friends for a while. Everything is forever and also only for a while- it's good and bad- like everything. Well- everything is everything. You have to love that as well.
Love- it's such a good word. It's like velvet and red wine together - incomparable.
And then there was a fruit of love that became a part of the family- a volcanic baby was born. A new life long friend.
Shadows grew longer and shorter, kept stepping in and out of them in real light as well as stage lights - playing with shadows and chasing shadows. People that turned out to be only shadows. Men that turned out to be mice.
Solitude. Loneliness. Sadness. Madness. Princess at the bar making love to her lovely glass of red wine - thinking this way everything would turn out fine. Well- it turned out. Let's just put it like this. The princess kept on falling from the stupid bar chair which was in that moment her mountain to climb and her cliff to hang on to- she did- she slipped- she fell- she cried - but then she got up again had another glass of wine... and it will all be fine.
She argued with God, she asked questions that will only be revealed through time - Time.... that's another character in the story. Princess red wine, lonely in her tower with her polar bear - contemplating Time. Time remains the story's strong silent type. He's very tall- or long if you like to look at it that way - and Time is the force of attraction - unattainable. Somewhat resembles Frank Sinatra.
Well- I did it my way.
K8.
Falling in love - what else? Falling of cliffs, different kind of cliffs. Truly needed cliffs and a times not so needed cliffs- painful cliffs.
There were a lot of mountains- a lot. Some I could see clearly - others I didn't see as clearly. But I knew they were there and I knew I had to keep on climbing - there would be a cliff to rest on soon or to fall of and start again to climb.
It's an easy deal really- you learn to love it - as everything else. Even blue cheese and olives. Didn't see that coming. But they came anyway - and friends for life and friends for a while. Everything is forever and also only for a while- it's good and bad- like everything. Well- everything is everything. You have to love that as well.
Love- it's such a good word. It's like velvet and red wine together - incomparable.
And then there was a fruit of love that became a part of the family- a volcanic baby was born. A new life long friend.
Shadows grew longer and shorter, kept stepping in and out of them in real light as well as stage lights - playing with shadows and chasing shadows. People that turned out to be only shadows. Men that turned out to be mice.
Solitude. Loneliness. Sadness. Madness. Princess at the bar making love to her lovely glass of red wine - thinking this way everything would turn out fine. Well- it turned out. Let's just put it like this. The princess kept on falling from the stupid bar chair which was in that moment her mountain to climb and her cliff to hang on to- she did- she slipped- she fell- she cried - but then she got up again had another glass of wine... and it will all be fine.
She argued with God, she asked questions that will only be revealed through time - Time.... that's another character in the story. Princess red wine, lonely in her tower with her polar bear - contemplating Time. Time remains the story's strong silent type. He's very tall- or long if you like to look at it that way - and Time is the force of attraction - unattainable. Somewhat resembles Frank Sinatra.
Well- I did it my way.
K8.
posted by Katrín at 7:36 PM
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Mér finnst skrif þín hérna með ólíkindum falleg og ljóðræn og þú ættir að gefa þetta út á prenti. Við elskum þig, kv. allir í Álfkonuhvarfi
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