outside the walls

outside the walls
there is a fire

visible winds

No words…
Don’t know what to say
Stormy winds
I throw some colors to them
To make them visible

findings

blue-green

Green was a color I didn’t like in the past but my taste has change.
Blue was always my favorite color, as far I can remember myself.
Nowdays , blue together with green it feels “home”
Don’t know why, yet, not that is that important.

This blog has nothing important to say.
Just that I like blue and green.

testing times

lullaby.mp3

There are times we become kids and we need a lullaby to fell asleep.
Did you know that the song "summertime" is actually a lullaby ? I didn't till recently *blush*
Here it is:

Summertime, and the living is easy
Fish are jumping, and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich, and your ma is good looking
So hush little baby, don't you cry.

One of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singing
You're gonna spread your wings as you take the sky
But till that morning, there's nothing can harm you
With your daddy and mammy standing nigh.

I said that to a friend and the next day I saved in my mind's hard disk his mp3 gift, for the nights I 'll need a lullaby to felt asleep ...

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altar

not enough

Love is not enough. I know that. I have learned that. But each time life proves that it, again and again, make me sad , so sad. As the first time I realized that love is not enough.
They love her. They say they love her but they are wrong. Because they hurt them.
Today they make her cry. I can’t see little children crying., and I hate to see others make them cry.

I hold her in my arms not to feel alone but this was not enough. Tried to explain her but this was not enough. Not for me not for her. Cause after all those years I haven’t find an answer to this “why” questions. I need an answer and she needs an answer too.

Its taught to be a child. You are not able always to protect yourself. You talk to them but the can’t hear. Too busy to hear. Preoccupied with their issues they fail to hear that little people’s voice talking to them, asking them. People fail to see and hear. Even the obvious is not obvious sometimes. Even you explain them the obvious wishing to start seeing, start hearing. But sometimes is not enough.

I guess this is when little people grown up. I guess is when you send away the little child because it doesn’t help you to survive. And in that child’s body a grown up being inhabits. You lock that little child in a dark basement and don’t let it go out. It can’t help you. But what is more frightening is that you can’t help it.

I don’t know what is going on in her mind or I do? Hmm, I think I do. She is confused, frighten , sad and all the answers to that “why ?” questions are not enough.

settlers of Catan

“In Settlers of Catan, players try to be the dominant force on the island of Catan by building settlements, cities, and roads. On each turn dice are rolled to determine what resources the island produces. Players collect these resources to build up their civilizations to get to 10 victory points and win the game”

This is a short description of the game. The beauty of it it’s that every time the board is different and each time you have to observe and create a new strategy. And of course there is a dice , and when the dice plays plans, strategies and forecastings fall apart. A good position or a bad position a good beginning or a bad beginning might means a lot or nothing. The strategy that helped you win at the last game maybe in the new one can not work. The dice is your friend , the dice can be your enemy.
Same game, different game. It's what makes that it exciting.

Dice .

What you get and how you play it.

That's all.

Always.

Everywhere.

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back

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Back

with a longer rope

maybe

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