tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53200662403264381902011-12-28T22:30:13.889+02:00The Horse and the Moonhorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.comBlogger2421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-89292144828731529822011-05-02T06:08:00.000+03:002011-05-02T06:08:30.065+03:00fool or foolish ?
foolish returnsto a past relish
love shows no mercy.
watch you steps!where are you heading?
fooling around or fool again ?
3WW prompt : foolish, mercy, relishhorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-31340931673207271222011-04-13T19:05:00.001+03:002011-04-13T19:10:30.746+03:00shipwreck
a tragic evident illusion no wordsno thoughtsno feelings
3WW prompt : evident, illusion, tragic.horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-35529403355057038142011-04-12T22:48:00.001+03:002011-04-12T22:51:42.872+03:00your blue sweaterits cold outside
cold inside too.
Your blue sweater
keeps me warm.
I keep it in my closet
and you in my heart.
I felt in love with someone else
I known you would be glad
but he left suddenly
and me, here, sad.
its cold outside
inside too
wearing your blue sweater
listening to his blues tunes
to keep me warm
those blues-days.horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-18483926393067698662011-04-07T17:58:00.001+03:002011-04-07T17:59:30.208+03:00oddpeculiar attraction
my first feeling
when I met you
Diamond,
my first image of you
before I saw your photo
a piece of fabric
I thought we were waving.
a sail
for a boat to surf the waves.
your warps my wefts
your wefts my warps
Intertwined
and suddenly
an adamant "No"
3WW : adamant, fabricate, peculiarhorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-33448540612275320182011-04-05T15:22:00.001+03:002011-04-05T15:25:03.532+03:00two
Τι άλλαξε; Τι χάλασε;Λες και πάνω στο διάφανο φωςμελάνι στάλαξε.Πού χάνεσαι; Πού τρέχει το βλέμμα;Ποια αλήθεια μου κρύβει ο καπνόςή μήπως κρύβει ψέμα;Θα κοιτώ στα μάτια σουθα ρωτάω μέχρι να μου πειςθα χτυπώ στα βράχια σουως το τέλος της σιωπής.Κόψε και μοίρασε στα δύοπάντα η αγάπη θέλει δύο,δυο να γελούν στο ίδιο αστείοδυο να ζεσταίνουνε το κρύοδυο να μοιράζονται αμαρτία και θεό.Κόψε και horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-59129201777510866672011-04-05T14:48:00.001+03:002011-04-05T14:50:26.808+03:00hushimage source
Hush, don't speak !
I wish I have told you
that critical moment
before the loud, persuasive words
of how much I don't care
and you don't care too
absorbed us.
Hush, don't speak!
I wish you have told me
before that silly game
was about to start.
Neither of us said that
we choose to make noise
and word by word
a wall appeared between us.
Hush, don't speak!
Hear the riches hidden horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-45064002957453544532011-02-18T22:17:00.001+02:002011-02-18T22:20:45.603+02:00red stainsphoto from here
the dam burst
fierce waterfloods everything
she has to break awaybefore gets crushed
red waters...she already bleeding
One sip of winethe broken pieces are now in her bag
one last sipbefore she parts
she looks backthere is nothing leftappart a red stain on the white tableclothsas a reminderof that daythe dam broke
*******contribution for the Theme Thursday. prompt : break
horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-67157738407112212602011-02-16T18:30:00.005+02:002011-02-17T14:55:35.556+02:00what now?was just a blinkor i was sleeping for a long time?
What title I should giveto that occasion?
Staring at your photo, you still look kindjust those burning arrows with your name on themdon't make sense
was just a blinkor i was sleeping for a long time?
"what now?" the neon sign blinks and asksand with blinking eyesI try to see if there are any other wordsbetween the "what" and "now"
is it "what horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-37019688073068629152011-02-13T21:09:00.000+02:002011-02-13T21:09:55.044+02:00My heart is not glad
56.4.
The wanderer rests in a shelter.
He obtains his property and an ax.
My heart is not glad.
This describes a wanderer who knows how to limit his desires outwardly,
though he is inwardly strong and aspiring. Therefore he finds at least a place
of shelter in which he can stay. He also succeeds in acquiring property, but
even with this he is not secure. He must be always on guard, ready to horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-30421595158221798422011-02-09T12:47:00.004+02:002011-02-09T13:27:52.865+02:00I dare youif you darecrack the iced layer shutting in your heartif you darebrake the mirrored windowconcealing the viewif you darego beyond the practical hardshipslike a tough shell cutting your waysmash it if you dareand dive into the corewhere the essence laysif I dare to ask, "dare you?"a pearl is not a promise.I dare you to ask, dare I?to crack the iceto break the mirrorto see what's beneath ask, horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-39535841929880041632011-02-03T02:57:00.000+02:002011-02-03T02:59:59.879+02:00isles3WWabrasive, handful, losswalks the passagewayto the abrasive's isleto reach a sandpaperfor rubbing off the unof an un-handful losshorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-28918607921690771092011-01-31T16:14:00.006+02:002011-01-31T17:18:21.732+02:00unhealthy 3WW words for this week conniption; noun: a bad tantrum. One has a conniption or conniption fit.janky; adjective: broken or functioning poorly or improperly; messed up.scooch; verb: to move over, or to scoot. *****************************************************You serve homemade mealsto nourish me wellseasoned with expectationson that janky tray.I am sending it back to youwith a note of horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-76331434484730213622011-01-31T16:00:00.007+02:002011-01-31T17:07:07.499+02:00relatinghorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-49395828996765220042011-01-25T15:23:00.002+02:002011-01-25T15:28:42.302+02:00blue cells she got the blueshorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-27434712033059892962011-01-22T17:11:00.007+02:002011-01-22T18:04:42.989+02:00benchedSitting on the benchacross the closed gateat the other side of the shoreYou are working on new designs. perhapsa new bridge or a castle Lights and your shadowbehind the informant curtains cross the dragon guardsthe gatethe water. Sitting on the benchtalking to the skyasks to keep you companywhile you are workingon your new designs....heretherethereherehorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-17989749639200508312011-01-19T11:38:00.005+02:002011-01-19T12:56:57.372+02:00surrealVladimir Kush 3WW descent, kill, surreal.........................Descents to the great water kills the reason's guard dogsbathe her being into vastness....Ascents with a paintingart critics say "surreal"she says " remedy "...horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-43628747118501962312011-01-07T21:20:00.003+02:002011-01-07T21:27:59.961+02:00no poetry.. dark corridors. your steps and steps not yours brake the silence of the castles lambyrinth. somewhere there is a door with a ladder to the moon. its silver light an imaginary bacon cracks the darkeness. its flame keep you warm. seeking the doorway....the ladder....the moon...no music creates no poetry.......................................................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-40105444643073442402011-01-01T16:48:00.000+02:002011-01-02T16:53:06.171+02:00new year's eveshe was with him at the atticwhen he called her from the living roomsome times, wishes come truesmall or not smallalways makes you smileHappy New Year to all of you !!!.............................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-92021625036420653642010-12-22T13:56:00.004+02:002010-12-22T14:19:43.992+02:00happy"Feeling happy and so full inside", said to a friend yesterday. And now you would expect to hear what makes me happy. well, for not particular reasons, or for a huge thing, you choose.I draw an Osho's card yesterday and got the following. 39. PossibilitiesMind can accept any boundary anywhere. But the reality is that, by its very nature, existence cannot have any boundary, because what will be horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-77658923148550245492010-12-21T17:01:00.002+02:002010-12-21T17:33:49.396+02:00fragile and not fragileIts been a weeks since I left hospital and returned home. Everything went pretty well. The surgery was succesful and the people ( doctors, nurses, other patients) were nice. For the next couple of months I have to be very careful, doctor said because I can harm myself. Its my turn now, doctor said to make my job. There is something very fragile and feeling so strong in heart and mind ans soul horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-31414745958330591582010-11-21T23:35:00.003+02:002010-11-21T23:38:28.855+02:00no musicphoto from herea fire burned the pianothe music stoppeddancers left the stage…just a stage ?or its an end ?horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-75653663381813627292010-11-19T22:20:00.003+02:002011-01-10T11:34:36.390+02:00body's memoriesMistily images from the past have make their appearance in mind's screen.But the body sees them clearly. It curls up, whithout reason , in a reflecting way. It needs protection from those stranger's hands. They say that the body remember, more than we can recollect. This body, starts to remember and a cold current runs over it. She wants to escape or push them away but she can't. How a small horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-71153014794205758572010-11-16T00:49:00.003+02:002010-11-16T01:16:59.966+02:00under constructionphoto from National GeographicI'll be away for some time. Hopefully, will be back soon .I have to pack now. A small suitcase , few clothes my origani papers and the people I wish I had with me now in my Mojo bag. They can't be there, each one for their own reasons... ................................................................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-54207173390193582282010-11-13T13:04:00.008+02:002010-11-13T14:12:05.225+02:00keep walkingIt does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop.ConfuciusWalking is very painful for me nowdays. Painkillers just give me a few hour of less pain, time to gather again myself and keep walking. The less I walk, the less make the strong pain appears, but the less I walk, the less make muscles strong. So I have to keep walking. This pain , soon, will be replaced from another pain. horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-69090296667442123572010-11-10T16:00:00.008+02:002010-11-10T21:50:07.441+02:00friction forces All rights reserved by adriano zanni.The friction between hip and jointwears and tears both of themBody’s survival instinct sends its army.Arrows dipped on stiffness and tightnessand bombs of pain to seize the movement .The friction between you and mewears and tears me.Wrapped with a white sheet holding flags of truce and parleysending a request of seizing fire. .I don’t shout “surrender” I donhorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-17772410469171705712010-11-10T14:07:00.003+02:002010-11-10T14:12:13.671+02:00respond.....Jaliya said...the kernel wieldsan abruptbirthisn't it awesome ? Thanks Jaliya :)Read more: http://horseandmoon.blogspot.com/2010/11/abrupt.html#comments#ixzz14sfDABYWt..............................................................................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-72911274924558513412010-11-09T23:24:00.006+02:002010-11-10T13:31:19.576+02:00abruptPlaying with the words from Three Word Wednesday abrupt, kernel, wieldWinds abruptly change wielding powers sinks the shipdown at the seadbeda shell seals its kernel. I thought I was transparentyou could see my pearlwinds abruptly changedyou call it sand now. Swinging boat,abruptlyWind blows from the pastI yield to the wielderWait for me , I'll be back horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-71318786340721798202010-11-09T18:02:00.001+02:002010-11-09T18:07:02.773+02:00Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest WordIt's sad, so sadIt's a sad, sad situationAnd it's getting more and more absurdIt's sad, so sadWhy can't we talk it over.................................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-72999968377328088442010-11-09T17:53:00.001+02:002010-11-09T17:54:38.502+02:00foolish gameshorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-64470290744670170952010-11-08T18:22:00.005+02:002010-11-09T17:35:54.352+02:00crane's songWhen you sing a crane's songdon't give up when not heard.This is how a crane's song is.when not heard, take heartand keep singing.Cranes just sing.Keep singing, from your heartAlone or with company. Thats the beauty of crane's song.With company, wine tastes betterso take heart and keep singing.That's what cranes do." I have a good goblet. I will share it with you" *That's the cranes songDon't horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-81216036286342426812010-11-07T23:10:00.004+02:002010-11-07T23:14:18.636+02:00courtwhileattorney and judge quarrelheartpro se waits to speak...horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-51142861586976607402010-11-06T16:41:00.008+02:002010-11-06T17:00:58.463+02:00memory Him : Are you HappyHer : Yeah !! Him : Me too !this is not from the movie of course but its a recent memory of mine. Joel, at "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind", at that scene says to Clementine :“I could die right now, Clem. I’m just happy. I’ve never felt like that before. I’m just exactly where I want to be.”I’m just exactly where I want to be.” ......what a bliss !!! ..horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-2577119651525733432010-11-06T12:59:00.002+02:002010-11-06T13:03:16.852+02:00pain Killerwhen painkillers don't workI become a pain Killeralmost succeedsyet heart still acheshorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-66210077915480807782010-11-05T20:51:00.004+02:002010-11-05T20:59:28.491+02:00the doorTruman show is one of my favorite movies. Lately it come into my mind. First a scene, the last one, and the next day through a friend . ha ! Truman was living a happy life in an ideal world Seaheaven till the day he felt that something was wrong. When sure , he overcomes his fear of the sea , takes a sailboat to leave, almost die in an artificial storm, the obstracles the Creator put to keep him horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-49504146841366578172010-09-11T21:25:00.006+03:002011-01-10T11:36:15.397+02:00return of colorsColors escaped the prison’s wall and returning to the black and white photo White clouds dancing in the sky and from the green grass red puppies will blossom in a while...see, I told you !those black cloudshold colors inside ..............................................................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-67980526489013270882010-09-05T13:25:00.008+03:002010-09-07T00:22:08.636+03:00seeNaked she was standing in front of his eyesEyes that penetrate every inch of her bodyEyes that could see under her skin.She didn’t felt like covering her nudityAmong the sword eyes , his are like sunbeams.Warm sunbeam caressing her being.No.She didn’t want to hide her bodyJust laid on the sandsurrendered to the sun’s warmth No.She didn’t hide her tears either.A river of sadness and joySinging ahorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-50544265196070572362010-09-03T00:45:00.010+03:002011-01-10T11:36:48.341+02:00chalk marksimage by horse and moonAnother bad dream was written on the chalkboard With closed eyes grabbing the sponge to wipe off any memory.. The chalk marks are now just dust. ...... apart those eyes full of tears... Whose eyes are they? Why they are crying? What pain they unleash?..answers and chalk prints are now pure dust....... apart those eyes. full of tears...................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-46238457121674984912010-08-31T01:14:00.003+03:002010-08-31T12:21:35.362+03:00reasonsThe space between us memories of past and futurebut..what about now ?..------------------------------------------------horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-80522968509824390612010-08-30T14:36:00.004+03:002010-08-30T14:53:06.166+03:00auntie nutsWell, yes, I have to admit that I'm an auntie, nuts about her nieces !!What you see in the photo is the present they got for me while in vacations. They choose it for me. I can't describe how it felt. We have a beautiful relationship and I love them immensely and makes me melt the way they express their love. It would be nice , we the grown ups, express and accept love like children do. Yes ?horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-68438849077821904362010-08-21T13:32:00.001+03:002010-08-21T13:35:12.570+03:00win ?Some timeswe stay To fight and win Some others we win when we leave . some times we give up some others we move on . at the end of the day we will know..........................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-23092501151432989252010-08-16T16:24:00.002+03:002010-08-16T16:26:56.475+03:00try not Luke : All right, I'll give it a try. Yoda : No. Try not. Do... or do not. There is no try. I tried. It didn’t work So I did it. .....................................................................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-6049313671997541572010-08-06T01:23:00.005+03:002010-08-06T01:33:37.887+03:00TaoOriginally uploaded by david_rombautRecently I acquired my first Tao the ching book. Actually got two, the other one a gift from a friend. I’m saving it for my vacation . What is Tao ? I don’t know. After all .. The tao that can be described is not the eternal Tao. And those are the few words I have read about it. But I have an image in my mind. I see myself in a desert. I look behind and I horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-71774252347027955182010-07-04T04:04:00.008+03:002010-07-04T04:56:35.429+03:00courageSomeone played some music today. I really love his music. It makes me travel. I see images. No, no !!! I don’t see images, I become a part of what I see. Its like riding the notes and let them take me wherever they want. Or better, where I need to go.Today, something was different. Nothing wrong with the music. I liked the sound , I liked it a lot. But still was something strange. It felt like I horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-9638415241359941952010-06-22T23:38:00.000+03:002010-06-23T23:40:29.650+03:00wishesOn you birthday You are not hereYour cycle in this planethas endedbut I’m sending you a wish“be well” There......horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-38980782788731245542010-06-15T00:33:00.004+03:002010-06-15T00:55:44.452+03:00curtains photo credit Some time ago, a friend wrote to me : "I often have felt like your blog is like a window with a light curtain in front of it, opened just a sliver, so that we can see a bit through, but not enough to get the full picture, if that makes sense."It’s a friend that I met here, in blogosphere, a very beautiful soul, Karin. She has the ability to see through the curtain and without horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-54225766726673702642010-06-02T22:01:00.003+03:002010-06-02T22:06:52.860+03:00scorpio beastI hear his voice calling me “Scorpio beast” to tease me. It was when I didn’t want to talk about some not very pleasant things going on. He could hear my silence, and he always had a way to make me start talking. I hear his voice calling me “Scorpio beast” and I’m smiling. I miss that, I miss him, I miss his voice, I miss his laughter. Its pretty confusing, because I miss him but at the same horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-50020580053564403632010-06-01T20:06:00.000+03:002010-06-02T22:03:30.891+03:00returningI’m coming and goingTwo steps front, one step back. Though would be easier but it isn’tWhy ?Don’t know. I do some, ummm, art (?) lately. Well, art in a broader sense , lol.I’m coming and going there too.RestlessThis is what I’m nowRestless I should blog more often. There are so many things I want to say but words are sealed. But I least , here, I come and go without having to explain much........horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-5595604236103700052010-04-16T00:47:00.005+03:002010-06-02T20:31:16.279+03:00ephemeral and eternal Hexagram 54 horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-63378465920383492522010-04-09T01:05:00.003+03:002010-06-02T20:34:28.571+03:00getting to the corehorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-12449279938347946342010-03-29T15:35:00.004+03:002010-06-02T20:31:58.095+03:00Keeping the fire safehorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-77076719675672088972010-03-28T04:30:00.009+03:002010-06-02T20:34:52.626+03:00at last with less resistanceThis drawing has a very long story. Once I googled the words "following without resistance " and I reached to a Tango site. Since then I have connected Tango with 17. Perhaps also because 4 of my friend are taking dancing lessons and my best friend loves tango. So I though to paint it. But didn’t work. I quit. After some time I had that idea to start it again and offer it as a present to those horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-23867397456398781492010-03-28T02:46:00.003+02:002010-03-28T04:28:24.931+03:00Difficulty at the Beginning photo of Bert Dalmolen http://www.bertdalmolen.com/Bert published that photo at a forum I'm too. Its an I Ching forum and he presented a collection of his photos under the title of Hex 24. Return.While I was out many things have happened. Perhaps I’ll talk about them in the future. Lately little things that are also important worked for my return. One of them was an e-mail I received from Karin.horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-90829789269836876272010-01-27T01:27:00.001+02:002010-01-27T01:31:44.001+02:00argh ... Arrrggghhh !!!...***************************horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-71159303741773137692009-12-16T22:43:00.004+02:002009-12-16T22:50:04.967+02:00heart's pathsI was looking for something else, a lost text file and I found this. Funny because this is the question that keep hearing in my mind.Anything is one of a million paths. Therefore you must always keep in mind that a path is only a path; if you feel you should not follow it, you must not stay with it under any conditions. To have such clarity you must lead a disciplined life. Only then will you horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-9944499956922196742009-12-10T00:01:00.004+02:002009-12-10T00:09:33.284+02:00no pointI reserved my time to see youThe appointment was fixed for today.There was no reservation from your part.You said : Goodnight, nice to see youI didn’t say : DisappointmentBut it was....All rights reserved.................................................................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-24020682960325414252009-11-26T01:14:00.003+02:002009-11-26T01:19:58.654+02:00monday's girlsWhile we try to untie our Gordian knots we bondcreating a strong ropeto climb to the skyagainst the gravityand the chain balltied on our legs.-Its heavy , can you hold it?-Yes, I can. To the Monday's girlslove you........................................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-71803584594800661262009-11-12T02:23:00.002+02:002009-11-12T02:26:58.956+02:00tracesYup . I did it !!!After a long time I open again my drawing block. The reason I closed it , many months ago , was because of lack of inspiration. Hmm, not sure if that is true though, cuz lately I feel that I avoid to draw . Like I fear to see those thoughts and feelings on the paper.Some days ago, a friend of mine was talking about her diaries when she was younger. She was writing almost every horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-34826999327424947532009-11-01T20:58:00.005+02:002009-11-02T00:40:37.404+02:00fortyHeavens Gate Originally uploaded by h.koppdelaney.....go there,where you have to be..hereeverything will be all right.herethe vigil lamp is burningi lighted it for youi made it for youandfor me..herethe flame says a prayerfor your souland warmsmine..herethe flame says thank youfor been heresaysthank you for your warmth and light..herepeople see in that-girl's facewarmth and light.I wish you were horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-34040793576129072792009-10-22T17:07:00.002+03:002009-11-01T22:12:00.732+02:00one monthone month since you left.No, its not easyyes, i miss you a lothorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-13632392761975479112009-10-19T00:22:00.003+03:002009-10-19T00:33:41.796+03:00a family“Martin disappears and a family appears”, said a friend of Martin's in her farewell speech.And me, a member of this family. A family which consists of people I have never met in blood and flesh before but I knew little story’s about them. Beautiful, kind, warm people living miles away from me but I feel so close to them. One might say, “this is not a family!” but to me feels like one. I can’t horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-4968550175549337232009-10-01T16:35:00.001+03:002009-10-03T16:50:06.377+03:00that night... artist: UJeanAround midnight the sun came out and shone bright.Awesome !.I read next day’s newspapers. Nothing was written about it.Nothings about the moon’s spells and sun’s warmth..Nobody saw that , but me.And I know nothing about that..Struggling to find a word to describe it..Asking my mind, it says “don’t know”Asking my heart and it says “bliss” horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-66114897854662858242009-09-30T22:03:00.004+03:002009-09-30T22:54:33.166+03:00another wayI ‘m standing hereat my side of the bridgealthough I knowyou‘ll not be therefor our appointment.My fingertipsstill rememberyour cold handsyetthey try to reach you.I have to find another way......................................................................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-56566598221452160442009-09-22T15:12:00.001+03:002009-09-30T22:54:00.409+03:00migrationA dear friend left this planet. I try to talk about him but then I talk to him and he talk me back and then I forget what I wanted to write.We had good times and bad times but we could talk and dissolve the black clouds. An open sharing, what else one needs.I’m sad and I cry and then he comes and talks to me and makes me laugh. I try to think if every was said between us. Nothing important is horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-2307881294270420262009-09-17T18:08:00.003+03:002009-09-17T18:12:30.554+03:00filling upnot emptyneither fullart byAnji Johnston...........................................................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-8917568566135303502009-09-12T01:18:00.000+03:002009-09-13T01:28:58.718+03:00without titleConcealed, revealed,In the unknown, in the un-manifest.Rumi.........................................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-27467192117818018382009-09-04T23:41:00.003+03:002009-09-04T23:47:47.668+03:00enthusiasmLong time ago I was talking with a friend about faith, trust, God , universe, you know all those questions. With my mind I understood perfectly what he was talking about but my heart haven’t got a clue . I use Yijing for guidance and the readings I got lately echoed his words. But this time, I could understood and every another- time I understand better. The last couple of days I was looking for horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-39973386826567314112009-08-29T10:39:00.013+03:002009-08-30T23:58:07.341+03:00show offThe other day I got an invitation so I had to think whether I should say yes or no. I tried to think all the possible what-if- I-do-it/ what-if-I-don’t scenarios . I found myself unable to predict the answers, actually I laughed with myself. I had to Ask Yi too. Not sure for its answer too. So I just did it, without really expecting something. Without any concern about the result, I started horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-55070711131844157212009-08-24T15:17:00.005+03:002009-09-07T11:53:24.852+03:00firmly floatingA friend told me the following, couple of days ago. Oh, I wish I could put into paper all the thought aroused that saying in my mind. I choose to post it here without analyzing. Some things are simply beautiful and I think its better them that way."... aware of existing in a place of infinate possiblity,he plants his feet firmly on the ground,which floats in space ... "Only thing I want is to addhorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-17568507927214566702009-08-17T00:01:00.006+03:002009-09-04T23:49:01.527+03:00almond treeBlossoming Almond Tree- Vincent Van GoghI was looking at some drafts and wanted to choose some of them to catch up a bit. Thoughts about the difficulties I had to go through, feelings, etc, etc. But I won’t. I’ll leave them in my notebooks as they are because something else wants to be told. Those difficulties are not over yet, and probably others will come but what it matters now, its that I canhorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-28944051509968417412009-08-07T01:13:00.001+03:002009-08-07T01:16:31.502+03:00biggie... lolWow, its been ages since I last blog here. Many things have happened that dragged me away from my blog. And the more I don’t write, the more I want the first return post be perfect. Lol, my perfectionismSo this is my first "return" blog entry. Not a biggie but great at the same time.Wandering around , I missed my home.Still rusty, slow moving.But…….. I’m coming backHi there.......................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-17241741623828367112009-07-06T19:34:00.001+03:002009-07-06T19:34:00.554+03:00fit notThe great difference between a ride and a tripIs the joy and the sorrowthey don’t fit in a ride..Loose translation from a song .........................................................................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-27941571134239522862009-07-05T11:50:00.001+03:002009-07-05T11:57:11.547+03:00Discardable... Throwing away empty containersNot useful anymore.Making space on the shelffor the new full ones.Till they become empty too. .. ................................................................ horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-18975429324238235562009-07-04T11:26:00.000+03:002009-07-05T19:36:52.192+03:00goodbyesGoodbyes are not easily spokenYou have to take that knife and cut the rop that holds you with the otherAnd it feels that you have to cut a piece of your heart too,The piece where the others lives.Then , one day,You hear your self saying goodbyeWith such a easyness, that makes you wonder.“was that easy ?”No, it wasn’t , just it needed time.Some of this goodbyes are kind of magicalBecause the one horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-241535549458208972009-06-29T18:51:00.004+03:002009-06-29T19:01:43.066+03:00ballonswhite trasparent ballonsfloating in the skywhere are they going ?with whom they seek to meet ?What current guides them ?horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-32377416571654897802009-06-27T18:48:00.000+03:002009-06-29T18:50:28.869+03:00no-noFew days ago, a friend of mine introduced my to a acquaintance of her ,as a writer and painter. I said “no-no, its not exactly the truth” .Especially nowadays. There are titles I don’t fit into them. What I do, the way I see it is just playing with words and brushes. Its my way to enter to a place I call home , my way to meet that child.horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-22284323206123329942009-06-18T01:18:00.000+03:002009-06-19T01:22:47.357+03:00mireA naked body is sleepingon the bed’s white sheets.a pen on a white paper.A brush on a white canvas.Stillness.Emptiness.Silence .................................................................................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-64907077519027143122009-06-09T14:01:00.002+03:002009-06-09T14:05:05.004+03:00Princess MemeMeme is not her name. Nobody remembers the real one neither when they start to call her Meme. As for the “why”, It’s simple. When someone needed help, the little princess was telling them. “Me, me !!! I can do it !! The years passed and she never ceased to say “Me, me !!! I can do it !! After a long time it become a habit. Meme was happy because she could help and other where happy too because horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-74858361883434986622009-06-01T11:22:00.001+03:002009-06-01T11:24:29.479+03:00airAirFresh airClean, fresh air Into the deep dark watersIt’s all the diver needs........................................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-59331934541576686522009-05-27T00:03:00.000+03:002009-05-27T00:36:30.685+03:00FarewellHe left.Suddenly.Returned to the womb. Goodbye Uncle. horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-8602935480991937922009-05-26T23:49:00.002+03:002009-05-26T23:55:36.104+03:00Small victoriesSome days ago I was told the results of a contest I took part. More than fifty people , we were gathered together and in a few hour we should write a story, a fairy tale etc. it was a challenge for me , so I took part. There were submitted 45 stories and I took the 11th place. A decent place at least and the 3rd best grade from two people of the judges. Not bad !!!Old news you might say and horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-50382946371180838892009-05-12T16:07:00.002+03:002009-05-12T16:12:41.726+03:00Simple questionWe count our friendson challenging times.Not a silver bullet,just a “how are you doing ?”is all we need.Those simple things... ..................................................................................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-28780890364891259152009-05-07T01:30:00.000+03:002009-05-07T01:32:31.717+03:00homeless. Homeless,amidst two houses.Neither is home...horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-76547309835257507012009-04-23T00:45:00.001+03:002009-04-24T00:49:39.620+03:00meetingsIts interesting the kind of people we meet in our lives. Some of them are like the person we want to be, some others the persons we were/are. And we, somewhere in the middle, trying to correct our course, towards that spot called home.horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-67400796315909081262009-04-21T23:23:00.002+03:002009-04-22T23:53:29.823+03:00hereHe is here !!!He came to meet me.I met him at the airport.Our first face to face meeting.He was warm. I was frozen. ...Photo : fire & ice by Risachantag. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-66066497824930987082009-04-12T22:16:00.001+03:002009-04-12T22:18:37.995+03:00a callTwo Sundays ago, a sunny day outside and fresh coffee in my mug, the perfect Sunday morning. And me, feeling a bit strong after a long time. Though to take care my home which I had neglected lately. Time to save some time and energy for yourself, told to my happy side. Time and energy for ourselves, hard to change it when you are used to something else. But that Sunday morning I felt that I couldhorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-66108885027657528662009-04-05T12:53:00.002+03:002009-04-05T12:56:13.585+03:00around the center... I'm hereTrying to stay in the center"You can manage it, you can manage it"keep telling to myself...horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-34734586915524976192009-03-24T12:24:00.003+02:002009-03-24T12:37:04.827+02:00pauseThat was a mandala, I start making. Its not like that anymore. I ruin it. This is what happens, I guess, when you lose contact with what you do. So, now , its time to press the pause button. I want to return there and correct what I spoiled.There is not a rewind button in real life.horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-11697403760694915192009-03-23T11:53:00.007+02:002009-03-23T16:59:13.461+02:00play-bookThis is a drawing from my Play-Book. ( have play also with photobucket's tools).My Play book is were I experement with ideas. I draw, I change colors and usually I destroy the painting , but is a free place and I like it.....................................................................................horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-24739003364544379992009-03-21T23:46:00.004+02:002009-03-23T16:55:37.776+02:00uphillDuring one of those days, I always remember The Smurfs..- Is it much further Papa Smurf? - Not much further my little smurfs. ..(After some time )..- Is it much further Papa Smurf? - Not much further my little smurfs. .horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-46496696355682071422009-03-10T17:09:00.003+02:002009-03-10T17:39:33.065+02:00no replyWhere am I ? What time it is ? How far is it ? When I'll get there ?the traveller asks his GPS device. He gets no reply. .horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-79070271053425110022009-03-07T02:28:00.003+02:002009-03-23T16:55:45.882+02:00flight of stairs.flight of stairs : designed to bridge a large vertical distance ...image : mine :) horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-43828116727206722282009-03-05T22:08:00.003+02:002009-03-05T22:24:56.523+02:00the little knifeOnce upon a time, in a cutlery tray there was a little knife with a sharp blade. As he grown up, his blade became sharper and sharper. The sharpest knife in the kitchen’s drawers. He could cut every. The wife, living in that kitchen was cutting the bread and it was her favorite knife while preparing the meals. And her husband, that knife was using for the maintenances in the house. That little horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-18915771498240653232009-03-04T20:26:00.002+02:002009-03-04T20:36:12.616+02:00stamina I thought it was over, I hoped it was over.But those foggy days, say its back.That little monster, my stamina’s foe..A rain of arrows attacks the bodyEnormous clouds swallow the mindYes, that little monster is here again...... photo : Battery Macro Originally uploaded by frcsykhorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-12791797712039745072009-02-23T18:55:00.000+02:002009-02-23T18:56:37.778+02:00the little knife's storyOnce upon a time, in a cutlery tray there was a little knife with a sharp blade. As he grown up, his blade became sharper and sharper. The most sharp knife in the kitchen’s drawers. He could cut every. The wife was cutting the bread and it was her favorite knife while preparing the meals. And her husband, that knife was using for the maintenances in the house. That was the favorite knife of the horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-2380641988946425642009-02-22T20:22:00.006+02:002009-02-22T20:58:33.400+02:00tick- tockthe clock-watcherscounting the ticksone less.counting the tocksone less.tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tockjoy goes bankruptedand a train arrives at the platformto travel me awayfor that trip..Business or pleasure ?The chit- chat lady asksJoy or pressure ?She ask again..tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.The clock-watchers keep countingtick-tock, one lesstick-tock , one less..horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-22841616706170903772009-02-21T14:43:00.002+02:002009-02-22T15:14:43.645+02:00UnsettledMagic city into a soap bubblea needle is hold up by an idle handwill open the way if the bubble brakesor the magic city is just an illusion ?image : .wikimedia.org soap bubbleshorse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-89316594570387076102009-02-19T16:45:00.001+02:002009-02-19T16:46:37.062+02:00First draftI send the first draft of the fairy tale I have to write. Waiting for the instructor’s feedback now. In the meantime I’m doing some corrections I think I should do and finish some incomplete parts. But the first draft is ready.In painting, I was told , the first thing you should do is just draw a colored shape of the pbject you want to put on the canvas. No details etc, just a shape. And then horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-30053427659199957852009-02-17T18:49:00.003+02:002009-02-17T18:57:51.030+02:00standstill..Still daysLearning to masterTools and RulesWhat is right and what is wrongIdeas , wordsShades , colorsPens , brushesand a huge blank paperIn front of me. .Still days..horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-32175926054335311682009-02-06T22:06:00.000+02:002009-03-23T16:56:10.418+02:00blogiversaryIt’s been one year since my first blog entry. I signed Blogger, without thinking a lot because if I had ponder on that a lot about my writing skills or the worth of the things I wanted to write about , I wouldn’t have done it.A good friend was telling me “keep writing” and after a long time , or when it was the right time I thought to five it a try. So I started writing what I was overhearing horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5320066240326438190.post-84008250681230484072009-02-05T22:52:00.004+02:002009-02-05T22:57:34.320+02:00my friendOriginally uploaded by {oRiLiLy}Talked to my very closed friend today. In the past we talked almost everyday but now not that often. Last time we talked was the new years day. Her life has change with a baby in her family and me, going through a asocial phase. Even we don’t meet or talk that often, I fell we are closer than ever. I told her that I need to re-invent my own space and choose how to horse and moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04222211357590251441noreply@blogger.com2