Some say I have butterflies
Dancing in my head,
Green when winter’s away,
Red when trusting a dream,
Blue in hazy clearings,
Opening my paths
To you
To me
To him…
My yellow butterflies are polished silver
Glowing of ideas,
Shimmering of sparks
above linden flowers
In Spring.
Butterflies are always pink. Remember that.
Picture by Antonis Kalantzis.
Accountants, chartered accountants, chartered certified accountants, auditors, financial auditors, stockbrokers, economists needed for financial English course.
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Unii ar zice că am fluturi în cap
Verzi când iarna-i departe
Roșii când mă sprijin de un vis.
Albaștri în aburi de poieni limpezi
Care-mi deschid drumuri…
Spre tine
Spre mine
Spre el…
Fluturii mei galbeni
Sunt de fapt de argint
Sclipind în idei
Cu scântei
Prin ramuri de tei.
Primăvara…
My yellow butterflies By Ꮛ Ꮛ A r i e t e Ꮛ Ꮛ.
I know nothing of love, only that it is green. My love is painted upon the love of another.
Love is not a polished thing, but polishing your world with dreams is Love.
Love means spreading her paths with flowers.
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk through my garden forever” Lord Alfred Tennyson.
My love is totally simple and naive. Red in the flowers and the flamingos, green in the grass and the goodness of the world in you….and …I have a garden.
My garden by Katrina Pallon.
It was a strange and eerie time. Difficult.
I don’t look back. I don’t like the times when we are compelled, at least by convention, to create our invisible boundaries: New Years…
There is nothing to see. Or Do. Just comparisons…This Old is too New.
I learn from the past, I do not ponder over it. I agree with the Old, only if they remind me of another age, glamorously twisted into different and fascinating faces.
Anything that is good comes from the past. Only that we didn’t have the right mirror to see it clearly.
In the New world I would like to have a rest.
“To Rest is to receive all aspects of the world without judgment”…Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient.
A bath in the sun, a trip into the winds, New stories to be told, New times to be spent, Old people to be loved, and I don’t get to ask “Why?”…
Questionless…by Henri Rousseau.
