Linchpin – a person or thing that is the most important part of an organization, a plan, etc., because everything else depends on them or it.
What/Who is the linchpin of your activity?
The linchpin of happiness = a new spring?
Trees in the arms of Spring by Vincent Van Gogh.
When you catch a dream, you run after another in continuation of the first.
For you, Spring has built so much Love as to fill the sky with blue and the gardens with happy green.
I bid you to live the new days to the full and catch all your dreams in the most beautiful spring of your life!
Art – ‘The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies’, by Beatrix Potter (1909).
The night of last
was as charmed as the lust
for balmy winds
awake in the fields,
betrothed with hills
loved by the mere
and the surreal moons
Touching you
with the fire of springs.
Art By Rene Magritte.
Lust = pleasure/inclination/desire
Betrothed= having promised to marry somebody
Mere = a pool or lake.
Coffee and Somerset for me …
W.Somerset Maugham- 25 January 1874 – 16 December 1965.
Uncanny observer of human nature and my personal trainer and influencer:
“It was a night so beautiful that your soul seemed hardly able to bear the prison of the body.”
“Irony is a gift of the gods, the most subtle of all the modes of speech. It is an armour and a weapon; it is a philosophy and a perpetual entertainment; it is food for the hungry of wit and drink to those thirsting for laughter…”
“The faculty for myth is innate in the human race. It seizes with avidity upon any incidents, surprising or mysterious, in the career of those who have at all distinguished themselves from their fellows, and invents a legend to which it then attaches a fanatical belief. It is the protest of romance against the commonplace of life.”
“All the words I use in my stories can be found in the dictionary—it’s just a matter of arranging them into the right sentences.”
I believe that above everything there hovers a Nebula of love.
And randomly, one builds a stairway to the nebula and starts throwing buckets of love to you.
Because it is sweet and warm, you confuse it with wild rain drops in midsummer or huge snowflakes or just candyfloss.
Whenever I feel the beautiful rain and the snowflakes thawing fire on my cheek, I’ll know you’re there in the nebula, dumping buckets full of love in my head…
Art by Rafal Olbinski.
Iulia Halatz
She says: “Be the one who cares, make words so disruptive that they create new worlds, hopes and dreams. Even if we are unhappy dinosaurs and find shelter in an Iron Tale or ruminate about feeling too much, whilst declaring colorless apparel, we should take power and strength from our stories.”
Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.
The poetic trip that one takes
is looking at the moon
in laughter
through the palms
of the palm tree.
And the Orion constellation
shimmering stars down
engulfs you in light.
I stop in thought
of a better place
As the trails of stars are reminders…
The poetic trip is
When you find the air
that smells like cypresses and wild withered flowers
and the golden breeze fretting secrets
that we only know.
This poem has become a bespoke present for a beautiful person.
As I don’t go with the flow, I wouldn’t write about trendy topics, I stick to the less fashionable words in English…Hence my invisible stories, my monthly words and my daily English courses.
I have become an entrepreneur out of love for English…For speaking English with my students. I have been creating new skills.
I have continuously proven myself. I am the person at the coalface.
My credo in being entrepreneurial is “Nobody can copy the work”.
Some can copy your ideas but nobody can work as hard as you do…You are the person at the coalface.
As it has been said: 1% inspiration & 99% perspiration.
What I have learned in 2015:
You tackle problems with your skills. They are enough to make do.
If your imagination speaks to you, LISTEN! As imagination makes the invisible, visible. Consequently, some of my invisible stories have become visible:
I bid you a Blissful New Year full of challenges and simple blue solutions, irresistible ideas and charming people, stories to tell and listen and huge heaps of SMILES.
Iulia
“…the desert, where there is the communal book of moonlight. We were among the rumour of wells. In the palace of winds.”
― Michael Ondaatje.
The desert…
Where everything is communal and eternal.
Where every whisper of Love hits
the depth
Of Reason.
Where moonbeams
linger longer
and draw misterious chants
in the sand.
I believe in it.
Painting by Rene Magritte.
I have the Sun, the Moon and the Rose
The lake and waters blue
which regardless of weather
Gleam back the True.
The Sun…
The Moon…
The Rose…
“Men had always been the reciters of poetry in the desert” – Michael Ondaatje.
I have the sun
and the full moons,
The air and the water
blue.
The memories of
the sweet hills
and the crescent moon
keeping the vineyards
in bloom.
For my love
I would give
My hills
wrapped in balmy
vine flowers.
“If I can stop a heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain”. Emily Dickinson
