Paroles

Une promesse

I've started playing songs which one after another  painted in my mind a part of your unforgivable smile - I miss you! Oh no, wait! My heart misses you more than my soul and anything that surrounds me. It's difficult to forget all nights and days where I was writing to you or waiting to hear your voice. Do you know that whenever I go back home and sit down in my garden, I can almost hear your whisper? Why did you decide to take a different road? Why did you decide to walk away leaving me with a painfully crying heart? You made a promise that one day we will together open our eyes in sunny Paris - you must already forgot that. Perhaps, I should let my mind to hide your words deep inside where my heart would never find them.

Personal - I

I haven’t forgotten about you – my blog ;) Although, it’s quite difficult to keep simultaneously posting on two blogs. I didn’t betray this, book – this is how I love calling my blog. But, I felt like I needed to create another one, where I can actually talk more about myself. Or perhaps I should say, where all the posts are evidently reflecting on what is happening in my life and my mind. Anyhow, I will still be here, continuously adding new words – this place is more than a religion for me! 

....and that song

A thought from - That Café

It’s been almost a thousand years since someone spoke to you for the last time – or at least this is how it feels.

You have been sitting utterly alone in your little secret room, waiting for someone who will show you the light - who will pass you a warm hand and take you out. Feeling forgotten by the Creators of the world, you have started painting in your mind the dream planet. The unique place with the wooden house, butterflies flying around or even larks singing! A house somewhere between glade of trees, almost as if it was built in Southern France.  Seeing yourself lying down on a softest meadow in the middle of the night - staring at million shining stars just to find the special one.  The only star which will be falling down and bringing the light like a fire of burning heart’s desire. “Do you hear me coming under the lonesome moon’s breeze”?........ No I don’t!