To a stranger- letter 4

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The last flowers survived

To J.

The sun drowned in my dreams last night, it sunk into the ocean’s ink, into the ashes – leftovers of a loveless sunset. Fires, stronger than the couple of hydrogen and oxygen, guarding the indigo veils, erased the contours of the sunlight. The rays of flamingo elegance escaped under the ugly granules of smoke and then the moon appeared, frigid mistress of the night, with a sterling beauty blinding the stars, spreading light on the wings of ice and whispers about something forever lost.

I woke up just before the beginning of the hurricane meant to demolish the silence in the skyscrapers lined like soldiers, saluting dead palm trees. The grieve had kept the sound of my voice a hostage in the nightmare, the whimsical universe where Lady Moon abducted the charm of every couple’s adagio had taken all my strength; and despite the summer streaming through the curtains, despite the warm, amber skin of the man sleeping next to me, it felt cold, Siberian cold.

I tried to hold to his masculine scent that charmed me in the first place and I wished I could tell him how scared I was, how tragic would be if my dreams came true; but he wasn’t next to me because of the ability to talk and listen and as soon as I realized that he wouldn’t be able to understand why I care so much about the sun, I sneaked out of bed and followed the black marble to the kitchen, looking for a pen and a cup of coffee, thinking how lucky you are to have a cat to snuggle next to.

The radio in the kitchen was still on from the night before and there was a Turkish song playing. I couldn’t make a word out of the lyrics, but I liked the music, perfect for a drive around the city, your city, wherever that was/is/. Somewhere in the sparkling parts of my imagination the majestic, oak trees drifted in the  rhythm of the oriental melody and the Spanish moss swirled around like the silk edges of a ball gown.

I heard your words and they carried pearls and breeze, pure poetry and smiles for my heart. And I was sure that the moon will no longer look like “melted mozzarella to my bleary and blurry vision”, that I won’t feel “tired, intoxicated”, but only in love with the gorgeous, green land of Flowers, even if the flowers are the last survived, turning slowly into burning candles …

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“We are no more than candles burning in the wind” Japanese Proverb

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The last flowers survived

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@ 2012 Broken Sparkles

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Sea shell dreams

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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Life here has been busy and hot, and demanding and certainly colorful, way too colorful to remain concentrated, so I’ve decided to take another short break.  I need to finish the sea-shell dreams I’ve started a month ago, to chase the sunset and the wind that stole the drops of my inside, purple rain, to find a way to learn a proper use of the tenses in the English language/ this is not meant to be a metaphor :), I do have problems with verbs and if you have advice on how to improve that by myself, do share!!!/.  And to all of you that come here and cherish my posts, may you have lovely days filled with inspirations.

I’ll be back soon!

Love& Peace …

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“Sea shell dreams” by Blaga Todorova

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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Life in colors

I saw a photography challenge on my friend Corina’s blog, Dragon’s dreams, where you have to present the colors red, white, yellow, blue and green with images, Corina got the idea from Chronicles of Illusions. And since I’ve been using my camera a lot lately, I decided to participate too. Thank you Jo and Corina for the idea!

RED- The image was taken 2 weeks ago on my way to island Evia, while I was waiting for the ferry boat. I saw it coming from a distance, because of the red colors on it and it was rather appealing and magical to see it stop, right in front of me, big boat, in its glory.

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“Ferry boat to Eretria, island Evia” by Blaga Todorova

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WHITE– The evzone soldiers keeping the Parliament in Athens safe. I love their summer uniforms, immaculate, satin-like white!

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“Evzone soldiers” by Blaga Todorova

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YELLOW  is not a color that I like very much, but the flower in the image is really beautiful, like a sun spreading life and smiles.

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“Sunshine” by Blaga Todorova

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BLUE– I’m crazy about this color. Anything blue can bring me peace and inspiration. It’s hard to choose only one photo that presents this color, but I’m going with this one, because the blue material is my favorite scarf and the pendent is with my birth stone, a very dear present that I don’t take off my neck, from my friend Corina.

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“Blue passion” by Blaga Todorova

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GREEN– this year it rained a lot here in Athens, just before the summer. For a while everything was so green and pleasant, it was amazing, compared to previous years, how green Athens could be. The image is from the National garden, it’s one of my favorite spots.

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“A piece of paradise” by Blaga Todorova

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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