tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287817202024-03-06T04:56:58.075+01:00Rosegarden and Butterfly FieldsHappy thoughts :-) I believe you can fly :-)Ketutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-39624655582488611492010-07-20T18:50:00.003+02:002010-07-20T18:55:33.598+02:00Twelve<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzXfk-P1BjU-D7nFRe2KaFcGVKOe6aeIyOjIluAH-FFv6_rrtdZXotLL0pNqK-9F0x2FT8gfzLi5WX-jnZTOPoq073-ukDP4JNOAtZ6GLXUCbxZGd939bco1jEakcNV6vRYPqi/s1600/colbert-gregory-ashes-and-snow.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzXfk-P1BjU-D7nFRe2KaFcGVKOe6aeIyOjIluAH-FFv6_rrtdZXotLL0pNqK-9F0x2FT8gfzLi5WX-jnZTOPoq073-ukDP4JNOAtZ6GLXUCbxZGd939bco1jEakcNV6vRYPqi/s320/colbert-gregory-ashes-and-snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496033053333677906" border="0" /></a>Out from the ashes of gray desire<br />Out from the dream and into the fire<br />I said a lot, it won't mean thing<br />After she's gone these words will sting<br />No gods could be that cruel to me<br />No gods could be that cruel to me<br /><br />Six minutes gone and I'm still alive<br />And I never thought that I would survive<br />With pieces of eight and odd bits of string<br />Are all I remember when I hear her sing<br />No gods could be that cruel to me<br />No gods could be that cruel to me<br /><br />And I blame the sun<br />And I blame the moon<br />I blame myself<br />And I blame you<br /><br />Twelve minutes gone and I'm still alive<br />And who would have thought that we would survive<br />With all lines repeating and nothing rehearsed<br />I feel so stupid; I feel I'm cursed<br />I don't want to think anymore<br />I don't want to think anymore<br />No gods could be that cruel to me<br />No gods could be that cruel to me<br /><br />- Kirk McLeodKetutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-46972199891888218852007-01-28T22:44:00.000+01:002007-01-28T22:57:58.695+01:00Ride the wild wind<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDMuKWxVYXNwyAz7Y7XmgfAqBFauV_yzTvNKiBe3DLip7jcxkmVBdD2SyuDbP_VuuTghFiR6-t7EqM-bGvRiUKo5BCPKusCsJ5qpsheGqfuuoYDM291nLeSXXzFvwol3E8o4m9/s1600-h/gallopingtime.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDMuKWxVYXNwyAz7Y7XmgfAqBFauV_yzTvNKiBe3DLip7jcxkmVBdD2SyuDbP_VuuTghFiR6-t7EqM-bGvRiUKo5BCPKusCsJ5qpsheGqfuuoYDM291nLeSXXzFvwol3E8o4m9/s320/gallopingtime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025200667242189138" border="0" /></a>Ride the wild wind<br />Push the envelope don't sit on the fence<br />Ride the wind<br />Live life on the razor's edge<br />Gonna ride the whirlwind<br />It ain't dangerous - enough for me<br /><br />Get your head down baby we're gonna ride tonight<br />Your angel eyes are shining bright<br />I wanna take your hand - lead you from this place<br />Gonna leave it all behind<br />Check out of this rat race<br /><br />Ride the wild wind<br />Ride the wild wind<br />Gonna ride the wild wind<br />It ain't dangerous - enough for me<br /><br />Tie your hair back baby<br />We're gonna ride tonight<br />We got freaks to the left<br />We got jerks to the right<br />Sometimes I get so low - I just have to ride<br />Let me take your hand<br />Let me be your guide<br /><br />Ride the wild wind<br />Ride the wild wind<br />Gonna ride the wild wind<br />It ain't dangerous - enough for meKetutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1169326602425054222007-01-20T21:52:00.000+01:002007-01-20T21:56:42.436+01:00When angels sing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/342/2048/1600/428559/pHague05.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 392px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/342/2048/320/833746/pHague05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">There are no sounds</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">As pure as rain</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Or soothing as wind</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Except when angels sing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">As powder plumes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Their falling cavalcades</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Of crystal brooms</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Sweep needles green</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">As morning reveals</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Other bone white limbs</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Of those gone before</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">And starry tiaras above</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Are glittering tears</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Cried for those we loved</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">And autumn's amber seas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Of scarlet crimson scenes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Are flowers of the rainbow</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Reflecting the love of God</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">In pastel effusions</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">Of rose emerald blue</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;">-- Wesley A. Storer</span>Ketutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1169064045780048352007-01-17T20:57:00.000+01:002007-01-17T21:00:45.800+01:00And then came silence<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/342/2048/1600/18787/TheWinterSolstice1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/342/2048/320/800544/TheWinterSolstice1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;" ><a name="3">With purest soul of mine<br />I beg thee come to me<br />Emerald eyes like deepest sky<br />Enveloped in the darkness of your skin<br />With every breath, every thought I make<br />Just one touch would fill my empty days<br />They say things come to those who wait<br />If wait I must theb wait I will<br />And if lied well then I die<br />And then came silence<br />A fading memory falls apart<br />Feel like I've stopped before I start<br />Darkness rains down all over me<br />The lifes blood tastes so bitter sweet<br />With purest soul of mine<br />I beg thee come to me<br />Emerald eyes like deepest sky<br />Enveloped in the darkness of your skin<br />With every breath, every thought I make<br />And then came silence<br /><br /><br /></a></span>Ketutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1164193256611930102006-11-22T11:57:00.000+01:002006-11-22T12:00:56.623+01:00count your demons...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/1600/froud6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/320/froud6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />When I counted up my demons<br />Saw there was one for every day<br />With the good ones on my shoulders<br />I drove the other ones away<br /><br />So if you ever feel neglected<br />And if you think that all is lost<br />I'll be counting up my demons, yeah<br />Hoping everything's not lost<br /><br />When you thought that it was over<br />You could feel it all around<br />And everybody's out to get you<br />Don't you let it drag you down<br /><br />- Everything's not Lost, ColdplayKetutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1162211241232521352006-10-30T13:26:00.000+01:002006-10-30T13:27:21.250+01:00Beautiful flowers...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/1600/rose_Anni_Adkins.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/320/rose_Anni_Adkins.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">En automne, je récoltai toutes mes peines et les enterrai dans mon jardin.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Lorsque avril refleurit et que la terre et le printemps célébrèrentleurs noces,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">mon jardin fut jonché de fleurs splendides et exceptionnelles.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">In the autumn I gathered all my sorrows and buried them in my garden.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">And when April returned and spring came to wed the earth,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">there grew in my garden beautiful flowers unlike all other flowers.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">--Khalil Gibran</span>Ketutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1161884336770155292006-10-26T19:30:00.000+02:002006-10-26T19:38:56.793+02:00There Was a Cherry-Tree<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/1600/Gussie%27s%20Cherry%20Tree%20III.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/320/Gussie%27s%20Cherry%20Tree%20III.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Cool even now the fevered sight that knows</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">No more its airy visions of pure joy --</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">As when you were a boy.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">There was a cherry-tree. The Bluejay sat</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">His blue against its white -- O blue as jet</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">He seemed there then!-- But now -- Whoever knew</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">He was so pale a blue!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">There was a cherry-tree -- our child-eyes saw</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">The miracle:-- Its pure white snows did thaw</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Into a crimson fruitage, far too sweet</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">But for a boy to eat.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">There was a cherry-tree, give thanks and joy!--</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">There was a bloom of snow -- There was a boy --</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">There was a bluejay of the realest blue --</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">And fruit for both of you.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">-- James Whitcomb Riley</span>Ketutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1158568874843263742006-09-18T10:40:00.000+02:002006-09-18T10:41:14.853+02:00Autumn Solitude<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/1600/autumn%20solitude.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/320/autumn%20solitude.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Ketutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1157884645779184822006-09-10T12:29:00.000+02:002006-09-10T12:37:36.656+02:00Pebbles and Marbles<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/1600/CirclesOnStone_NaomiAho.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/320/CirclesOnStone_NaomiAho.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" align="center">She started a blaze from one tiny spark<br />I didn't even detect<br />She loved the light, was dismayed by the dark<br />The stars though she seemed to respect<br /><br />The faint light that flutters at night to the earth<br />Would land in her eyes and collect<br />Luminous creatures she'd find in the surf<br />I never thought to inspect<br /><br />Pebbles and marbles like things on my mind<br />Seem to get lost and harder to find<br />When I am alone I am inclined<br />If I find a pebble in sand<br />To think that it fell from my hand<br /><br />She gave me ideas<br />Planted the seed<br />But she never stopped to reflect<br />The course that she's on, wherever it leads<br />I never would redirect<br /><br />Pebbles and marbles like words from a friend<br />Make us hold tight but are lost in the end<br />When we're alone we all seem to tend<br />If we find a marble in dust<br />To wish someone left it for us</div>Ketutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1157748983920733172006-09-08T22:52:00.000+02:002006-09-08T22:56:23.930+02:00Whiter Shade of Pale<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/1600/moonchild.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/320/moonchild.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>We skipped the light fandango<br />turned cartwheels 'cross the floor<br />I was feeling kinda seasick<br />but the crowd called out for more<br />The room was humming harder<br />as the ceiling flew away<br />When we called out for another drink<br />the waiter brought a tray<br /><br />And so it was that later<br />as the miller told his tale<br />that her face, at first just ghostly,<br />turned a whiter shade of pale<br /><br />She said, 'There is no reason<br />and the truth is plain to see.'<br />But I wandered through my playing cards<br />and would not let her be<br />one of sixteen vestal virgins<br />who were leaving for the coast<br />and although my eyes were open<br />they might have just as well've been closed<br /><br />She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'<br />though in truth we were at sea<br />so I took her by the looking glass<br />and forced her to agree<br />saying, 'You must be the mermaid<br />who took Neptune for a ride.'<br />But she smiled at me so sadly<br />that my anger straightway died<br /><br />If music be the food of love<br />then laughter is its queen<br />and likewise if behind is in front<br />then dirt in truth is clean<br />My mouth by then like cardboard<br />seemed to slip straight through my head<br />So we crash-dived straightway quickly<br />and attacked the ocean bedKetutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1157460751671782162006-09-05T14:48:00.000+02:002006-09-05T14:52:31.680+02:00I am your morning hummingbird<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/1600/awakening.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/320/awakening.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Beloved Mother<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">I am your morning hummingbird<br /> hovering in dreamlike winds<br /> around the fragrant rose<br /> of your radiant heart light<br /><br />Sipping the sweet white nectar of your divine love<br /> I am nourished and sustained<br /> I am ablaze with whirling galaxies<br /> of undivided joy<br /><br />I am drunk and swooning<br /> as I press my long slender beak<br /> deep into the luminous petals<br /> of your Great Heart<br /> to sip the rapturous flowing currents<br /> of your shining being</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"></span>Ketutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1157283976567427892006-09-03T13:33:00.000+02:002006-09-03T13:46:16.666+02:00Adoration<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/1600/Adoration_HessanAbrisami.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/320/Adoration_HessanAbrisami.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Baby you know what</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I don't know if I ever told you this before, oh</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I just want you to know that I'm in love with you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Just say you love me too</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />Sitting here thinking bout you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">And every little thing you do to me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Can you get my mind off you?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">And every other thing you do for me</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />I'm so excited babe</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Can't deny that this love is on fire babe</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Finally I can say that I found a man I love</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">And you're the only man I want<br /><br />I adore</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Everything I do</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Everything you do</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Loving you is cool, I'm telling you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I'm yours my baby</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Every day and every single way I'm not playing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">There's nothing left to say but I Love you, love you, love you, love you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Love you, love you, love you, love you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">And I won't trade nothing for you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />I adore my baby</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I'm with you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Won't ever go away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Forever be your baby, babe<br /><br />The funny thing about us boy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I never thought that we would go this far</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">You've shown me things I've never seen</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Boy you know the way straight to my heart (yeah)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I don't care what people saying</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">You're my man and it's always gonna be this way</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">That's the plan</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">So I never turn my back on you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Do you hear what I'm telling you?<br /><br />I adore</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Everything I do</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Everything you do</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Loving you is cool, I'm telling you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I'm yours my baby</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Every day and every single way I'm not playing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">There's nothing left to say but I Love you, love you, love you, love you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Love you, love you, love you, love you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">And I won't trade nothing for you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I adore my baby</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I'm with you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Won't ever go away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Forever be your baby, babe<br /><br />I adore everything you do</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I want nothing more than to be with you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I really love you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">And I adore I adore</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />Everything I do</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Everything you do</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Loving you is cool, I'm telling you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I'm yours my baby</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Every day and every single way I'm not playing</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">There's nothing left to say but I Love you, love you, love you, love you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Love you, love you, love you, love you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">And I won't trade nothing for you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />I adore my baby</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">I'm with you</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Won't ever go away</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Forever be your baby, babe</span>Ketutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1157110954076187222006-09-01T13:39:00.000+02:002006-09-01T13:42:40.920+02:00Deep Red<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/1600/deep%20red_Brian%20Davis.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/320/deep%20red_Brian%20Davis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Without any warning it came to my head,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">The dogma of my deepest conciousness</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">so that you can't find out yet,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I don't let you see my shivering hand.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">even if I close my eyes, it comes to my head,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">this absolutely invariable logic</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Riding this flow without fighting it,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">an absurd love romance.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">and still in this world</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">in which love has gone insane and been tired out</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I just can't go on walking alone anymore.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">tracing just a tiny bit of warmth across your skin,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">shall we draw a deep red flower in the monochrome scene,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">just one petal.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">it may be a quickly fading warmth across your skin,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">but from now let's make a deep red flower bloom gently</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">in the faded scene.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">A time I'd forgotten came back to me,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">the twisted warped egoism.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">So I wouldn't see your tears,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">so I wouldn't feel the pain.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">and still in this world</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">in which love has gone insane and been tired out,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I just can't go on walking alone anymore.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">tracing just a tiny bit of warmth across your skin,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">shall we draw a deep red flower in the monochrome scene,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">just one petal.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">it may be a quickly fading warmth across your skin,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">but from here on let's make a deep red flower bloom</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">in the faded scene, more!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">it may be a warmth close to a prayer across your skin but,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">from here on let's make a deep red flower bloom</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">in the scenery you gave up on.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">more!</span>Ketutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1156502362175424812006-08-25T12:38:00.000+02:002006-08-25T12:39:22.186+02:00Rain...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/1600/alexandra%20koukinova%20rain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/320/alexandra%20koukinova%20rain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I feel it, it's coming<br /><br />Rain, feel it on my finger tips<br />Hear it on my window pane<br />Your love's coming down like<br />Rain, wash away my sorrow<br />Take away my pain<br />Your love's coming down like rain<br /><br />When your lips are burning mine<br />And you take the time to tell me how you feel<br />When you listen to my words<br />And I know you've heard, I know it's real<br />Rain is what this thunder brings<br />For the first time I can hear my heart sing<br />Call me a fool but I know I'm not<br />I'm gonna stand out here on the mountain top<br />Till I feel your<br /><br />Rain, feel it on my finger tips<br />Hear it on my window pane<br />Your love's coming down like<br />Rain, wash away my sorrow<br />Take away my pain<br />Your love's coming down like rain<br /><br />When you looked into my eyes<br />And you said goodbye could you see my tears<br />When I turned the other way<br />Did you hear me say<br />I'd wait for all the dark clouds bursting in a perfect sky<br />You promised me when you said goodbye<br />That you'd return when the storm was done<br />And now I'll wait for the light, I'll wait for the sun<br />Till I feel your<br /><br />Rain, feel it on my finger tips<br />Hear it on my window pane<br />Your love's coming down like<br />Rain, wash away my sorrow<br />Take away my pain<br />Your love's coming down like rain<br /><br />Here comes the sun, here comes the sun<br />And I say, never go away<br /><br />Waiting is the hardest thing<br />[It's strange I feel like I've known you before]<br />I tell myself that if I believe in you<br />[And I want to understand you]<br />In the dream of you<br />[More and more]<br />With all my heart and all my soul<br />[When I'm with you]<br />That by sheer force of will<br />[I feel like a magical child]<br />I will raise you from the ground<br />[Everything strange]<br />And without a sound you'll appear<br />[Everything wild]<br />And surrender to me, to love<br /><br />Rain is what the thunder brings<br />For the first time I can hear my heart sing<br />Call me a fool but I know I'm not<br />I'm gonna stand out here on the mountain top<br />Till I feel your<br /><br />Rain, I feel it, it's coming<br />Your love's coming down like<br />Rain, I feel it, it's coming<br />Your love's coming down like<br />Rain, feel it on my finger tips<br />Hear it on my window pane<br />Your love's coming down like<br />Rain, wash away my sorrow<br />Take away my pain<br />Your love's coming down like rain<br /><br />Rain, I feel it, it's coming<br />Your love's coming down like<br />Rain, I feel it, it's coming<br />Your love's coming down like<br />Rain<br />[I'll stand out on the mountaintop<br />And wait for you to call my name]<br />RainKetutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1151784809769665802006-07-01T22:11:00.000+02:002006-07-01T22:13:29.776+02:00Snowqueen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/1600/large_thesnowqueen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/320/large_thesnowqueen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />by <a href="http://www.michaelwhelan.com/">Michael Whelan</a>Ketutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1151266064953868812006-06-25T22:06:00.000+02:002006-06-25T22:07:50.166+02:00Wysocki's Magnificat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/1600/Magnificat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/320/Magnificat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />This is me and my husband in our olden days...Ketutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1149681621070482842006-06-07T13:57:00.000+02:002006-06-07T14:00:21.083+02:00Summer night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/1600/SistersOnTheSilverMoon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/320/SistersOnTheSilverMoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Summer night --<br />even the stars<br />are whispering to each other.<br /><br />Kobayashi Issa (1763 - 1827)Ketutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1149068760044831232006-05-31T11:44:00.000+02:002006-05-31T11:46:00.053+02:00Cosmic Currents<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/1600/Cosmic-Currents-lg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/320/Cosmic-Currents-lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Ketutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1148982638861924842006-05-30T11:49:00.000+02:002006-05-30T11:53:30.536+02:00Embrace<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/1600/Embrace_%20JiaLu.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/320/Embrace_%20JiaLu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Ketutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1148893754047068942006-05-29T11:06:00.000+02:002006-05-29T11:09:14.060+02:00Enchanted April<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/1600/April%20b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/320/April%20b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />See the movie or the play - it's truly delightful and - well... enchanted :-)Ketutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1148823306343738342006-05-28T15:33:00.000+02:002006-05-28T15:35:06.353+02:00Morning has broken<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/1600/morning_blackbird_gilmor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/320/morning_blackbird_gilmor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:COMIC SANS MS;font-size:85%;color:navy;">Morning has broken, like the first morning<br /> Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird<br /> Praise for the singing, praise for the morning<br /> Praise for the springing fresh from the world<br /> <br /> Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven<br /> Like the first dewfall, on the first grass<br /> Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden<br /> Sprung in completeness where his feet pass<br /> <br /> Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning<br /> Born of the one light, Eden saw play<br /> Praise with elation, praise every morning<br /> God's recreation of the new day<br /><br />-- </span><span style="font-family:COMIC SANS MS;font-size:85%;color:navy;">Eleanor Farjeon</span>Ketutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28781720.post-1148648664291303712006-05-26T15:01:00.000+02:002006-05-26T15:04:24.300+02:00Welcome to my happy place :-)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/1600/rgemini.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/342/2048/320/rgemini.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I said something to someone - and realized that rosegarden and butterfly fields would be a nice name to a blog... a blog where one could post only happy thoughts and pretty pictures, inspirational, comforting, supporting and funny things... So here it is :-)</span>Ketutarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17817006362006690145noreply@blogger.com0