Rainbow
Sometimes I can hear the words that sound so serene and their melody stops me from running for a while and enjoy the moment...Running makes us miss the beauty. The view is shaded by one’s mind...and sometimes one doesn’t need eyes to see.... it all depends...and that is scary - that all depends on something...this dependency takes colors off our wings but our mind remains set on colors...so it results in longing for a rainbow...waiting for the happy rain which would kiss the sun perfectly selflessly...just to bring colors to others life...
And that is what I miss. The rainbow. It is for everybody and one can take as much as he needs to make him happy and fill his heart with stroking pleasure.
It seems that today there is a price for everything. It may be worthless but the principle “nothing is for free“ appears to have overcome a man and his mind thoroughly. Why does a man take as much as he can instead of as much as he needs? Does he know any more how much he needs? His needs are blunt because they have not been the “indicator of amount” for so long…
That is how I understand why it is so difficult for a man to say what would make him happy. Instead of the answer coming straight from his heart, if every time different still real and true, he hides his clumsy fumbling for the answer by a stiff ´certain page passage learned by heart.´
I just want everybody to want and have enough to make them happy so that all of us can be happy. Why and when was this natural balance of the world disturbed? Why cannot a man live simply so that the others can simply live? I believe it is good to “want more” but not the way today’s man wants more…I want to know more, have more and more friends, see more places, hear more music, receive more kisses and hugs, read more books, …..
But sometimes I wish for less. I wish I was thinking less, was less sensitive to reality, saw less unhappiness and hear fewer cries.
Why is it so hard for a man to enjoy what he has? Can he never live and be happy today? That is the worst condemn.
Can we change? Do I really want to hear the answer? Rather not. I am a dreamer and a friend of the Little Prince. I will believe. I believe in dreams. I believe in people. I believe in people who believe in the beauty of their dreams……
Myslím, že som musela písať znovu. Usmievam sa pri tej spomienke...Je to vždy šteklivo príjemné, keď len vy viete presne a ostatní zablúdia v téme...:)
Dúha je nádherná, vzácna, nežná a úprimná...Túžime mať kúsok vo vrecku a nezbedne nechávať dúhové stopy kde nám napadne a za rohom čakať na farebné pozdravy, keď sa niekto náhodou odúhuje.
Keď sa slnko pozabudne, pehavo čakáme na dážď a posmievame sa vyblednutým tričkám...
Toľko o počasí, prší a ja dážď milujem...preto si tu bláznivo tancujem...Najkrajšie vône moje sú tá po daždi a vôňa muža mojej túžby. Tak. Tak preto.
Tak dnes večer počúvam pieseň, ktorú mi poslala víla a dážď...
Tak tu máš farbičky a kresli, prídem sa pozrieť...a nešetri farbami! A nezabudni, téma je počasieJ
