Untitled love

Untitled love

it’s inevitable how love refuses to part
with the sunset over the Aegean blue,
it’s unsettling to follow my shadow
wandering between pebbles and sand,
maybe because in your eyes
I see a way to escape the wind shears of life,
maybe because holding me in your arms
feels desirable and right
or just because I realize that
the crumbling snowflakes
are nothing more than ivory- satin stars
triumphantly spinning,
eventually ending the pale mornings.

And it’s hard to resist your kiss
when I’m falling in love,
it’s hard to forget that
there isn’t anything as delicate,
as dazzling,
as solemnly divine
as the dainty sounds of a crispy night,
with bodies drifting back and forth,
like carbon fibers lit
in a game of clouds and flames,
in burning Shangri-la.

and the sudden bells of vulnerability
have no faces, no names,
just sweetness that I want to grab,
grasp, cuddle and squeeze
every last taste of it.

I look at your face and
I am blithely content
in the silence of your presence
but in my veins, in your veins,
oceans gather
all those under water, echoing swirls,
which toil over our holding hands and
I thank the darkness for letting me so near
to the light of your world,
I close eyes in worship
just before every whisper goes
blind and senseless,
just before I find home
in the beauty of stubbornly, teal flowers.

and I wish I could freeze
the phantom of love,
to isolate our breaths,
our first touch
in a lonely equation of space,
surrounded by Damien’s Hirst
butterflies and roses,
where Neruda’s words are
the beats of my heart and
they never stop the gallop
in the tunnels leading to your heart,
they never escape
the stream of Cupid’s arrows,
and river flows in you, in me,
in the Universe,
and rain sparkles everywhere,

because it seems that
I exist only
in the candled lightnings of your smile,
holding fragrance and violets,
and the lullaby of feathers and violins.

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“White roses and butterflies” by Damien Hirst


© 2012  Broken Sparkles


Spring’s favorite

For those who haven’t read about the challenge, here is the link to the post with details –
Season’s favorite challenge.

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Spring is a symbol for a new beginning to me. Nature wakes up, people’s hearts warm up and hope and love blossom.
After long and cold, wintry days the shy sun and the songs of birds are a gift for the soul.



by Blaga Todorova

There is a hidden charm in nature‘s awakening.
Gone with the wind,
the last snowflakes turned into snowdrops.
A beautiful day has come,
brought by butterflies and Parisian dreams.
The tales that survived the ice,
now live on the pages of Dickens and Byron,
with the ink of Spring promising
a love in the breeze of Irish mountains,
eventually, when the sun sprinkles grace
over every whimsical garden.

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– Word

Eventually– In the end, esp. after a long delay.

After the cold and gray months this word perfectly suits the joy of Spring coming.

– Quote

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.  ~ Charles Dickens

– Poem

by Lord Byron

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.

– Book

“Gone with the wind” – Margaret Mitchell

I read “Gone with the wind” for a first time at spring break when I was 14, the end quote- “Tomorrow is another day” always reminds me of  Spring.

– Song

U2 – It’s a beautiful day

– Movie

“Leap Year”

Anna plans to travel to Ireland to propose to her boyfriend Jeremy on February 29, leap day, because, according to Irish tradition, a man who receives a marriage proposal on a leap day must accept it. But on the way to Dublin she finds what really love means. The nature in Ireland is breathtaking, the humor is refreshing and the feelings – lovely!

– Town

Paris – one of my unfulfilled dreams, if I ever manage to visit it will be in April or May.

– Animal


– Flower


– Food

Stuffed peppers with rice and raisins


4 large green bell peppers, tops removed, seeded
4 large red bell peppers, tops removed, seeded
1 tablespoon olive oil
250 grams mince meat
2 onions, chopped
salt and pepper to taste
1/4 cup dry white wine
1  can tomato puree
1 package/ 150 grams/ feta cheese
1/2 cup cooked white rice
1/2 cup raisins
1/2 cup pine nuts
2 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley


Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Place green and red bell peppers in a bowl with enough warm water to cover, and soak 5 minutes. Heat the olive oil in a skillet over medium heat. Place mince meat and onions in the skillet, season with salt and pepper, and cook until is evenly brown. Drain grease, and mix in wine and tomato puree. Continue cooking 10 minutes. Transfer skillet mixture to a large bowl, and mix in feta cheese, cooked rice, raisins, pine nuts, and parsley. Stuff peppers with the mixture, and arrange in a baking dish. Cover with aluminum foil. Bake 30 minutes in the preheated oven. Remove foil, and continue baking 10 minutes, until stuffing is lightly browned. May be served hot or cold.

– Image-

"The signs of spring" by Lukreszja


And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

~Percy Bysshe Shelley

Thank you everyone for taking part in the challenge and to the rest of you that will just read! Please leave the link to your posts in the comment section, you will have one week / July 2- July 9/ to do that. If you wish to read how others formed their thoughts into a season’s post, have a look at the comment section, I will make sure to include everyone joining!  Stay tuned for the next post on July the 9thSummer’s favorite.


© 2011  Broken Sparkles




I was dreaming about butterflies.
I wanted so bad their colors to wake me up,
to show me where life really is.
I wanted the sound of the tiny wings moving
to sing to me, to tell me stories of love, endless love.
I’ve forgotten what is to think about
the amount of air you breathe in,
what is to wait the storm in your stomach
to calm at least for a second,
what is to wish “Dreamland” to find you
and all ahead that you see…

Angel, mirage at first,
illusion coming so near to realize it’s true.
The thought of him,
the idea of having everything, anything
after his lips mark your existence
with the softest touch,
after his hands set fire in you,
even if outside is wild winter.

I was dreaming of the chaotic intruders
and the meaning of their coming.
And now that they are here,
now that I have them turning
my little heart up-side-down,
I welcome them with wide open hug,
saying in between deep breaths,
in between nausea and uncontrollable smiles,
please don’t ever leave again.

“Butterfly” by Phoenix-x on deviantart.com


© 2010  Broken Sparkles