tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12970634190345911212024-02-08T05:20:26.340+00:00Marta's NotebookMarta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-58562462202067998752012-04-12T22:52:00.001+01:002012-04-12T22:53:42.244+01:00What's happening?<br />
<br />
What's the matter with me?<br />
<br />
Why do I start crying suddenly,<br />
<br />
when I'm alone?<br />
<br />
Why can't I stand still, <br />
<br />
without moving<br />
<br />
for an entire second?<br />
<br />
Why does the world <br />
<br />
seem to spin so fast,<br />
<br />
so much faster than before?<br />
<br />
And my head spins with it together...<br />
<br />
And my heart joins in...<br />
<br />
And my soul needs to hold on<br />
<br />
or it will fall down,<br />
<br />
and leave my body alone<br />
<br />
on this endless rollercoaster<br />
<br />
into which my life has turned right now. <br />
<br />
The world is spinning too fast. <br />
<br />
And it isn't simple to hold on to it. <br />
<br />
Will I be free if I let it go?Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-27028070577327326222012-04-11T23:23:00.000+01:002012-04-11T23:23:32.988+01:00Sugarfog<b>S</b>een only in the dark,<br />
<br />
<b>U</b>nseen only in the day,<br />
<br />
<b>G</b>reat but small,<br />
<br />
<b>A</b>round us all,<br />
<br />
<b>R</b>ight and wrong,<br />
<br />
<b>F</b>or weak and strong,<br />
<br />
<b>O</b>nly sometimes useful,<br />
<br />
<b>G</b>arantiedly beautiful.Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-41752990175958177282012-03-26T21:00:00.001+01:002012-03-26T21:01:48.670+01:00"Friends 4-ever""Friends 4-ever"...<br />
<br />
this tricky little phrase <br />
<br />
which we say so often <br />
<br />
without thinking. <br />
<br />
"Friends 4-ever"<br />
<br />
we said once and then you moved <br />
<br />
to the mainland <br />
<br />
leaving me alone. <br />
<br />
"Friends 4-ever"<br />
<br />
I said to a different you,<br />
<br />
years after that,<br />
<br />
when I had finally recovered. <br />
<br />
But again, <br />
<br />
it didn't last long <br />
<br />
and the you of that time disappered<br />
<br />
to visit another place far away<br />
<br />
and when I saw that you again,<br />
<br />
I could hardly recognise you, <br />
<br />
so much had you changed. <br />
<br />
Now, I don't believe in "friends 4-ever" anymore. <br />
<br />
This is sad,<br />
<br />
as I've got new friends now. <br />
<br />
And even though you,<br />
<br />
the you of the present,<br />
<br />
the you of now,<br />
<br />
are the bests friends I've ever had,<br />
<br />
I'm scared of the future. <br />
<br />
I'm scared of believing <br />
<br />
that we will always be together. <br />
<br />
I'm scared of more yous, <br />
<br />
The yous of the future. <br />
<br />
And I'm scared that I<br />
<br />
might ever forget<br />
<br />
the yous of the now. <br />
<br />
But above all I'm scared<br />
<br />
of two little words<br />
<br />
which seem suicidal,<br />
<br />
as once pronounced,<br />
<br />
the will not come true. <br />
<br />
And I know that the best I can do,<br />
<br />
is enjoy my time now<br />
<br />
and stop worring about the future. <br />
<br />
But how can I relax,<br />
<br />
knowing that maybe, <br />
<br />
this will be the last few months <br />
<br />
that we spent together. <br />
<br />
I hate goodbyes,<br />
<br />
but above all,<br />
<br />
I hate goodbyes 4-ever.Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-57848394756398394642012-03-24T21:19:00.001+00:002012-03-24T21:23:25.405+00:00The well of lifeWalking around the forest,<br />
<br />
with no plan and no direction. <br />
<br />
As always hearing<br />
<br />
all birds singing<br />
<br />
welcoming me to their world. <br />
<br />
And the faint smell of lavander<br />
<br />
surrounded me as I entered <br />
<br />
into that mysterious cave. <br />
<br />
The dangerous teeth<br />
<br />
of the scary entrance<br />
<br />
seemed unlogically welcoming. <br />
<br />
Like to suicide<br />
<br />
madness cannot resist,<br />
<br />
I couldn't resist this calling. <br />
<br />
And though unprudent <br />
<br />
and even childish as it may seem,<br />
<br />
I entered the unknown<br />
<br />
in form of a cave<br />
<br />
in the middle of a forest<br />
<br />
which I knew so well,<br />
<br />
but still surprised me<br />
<br />
everyday.<br />
<br />
And could not believe<br />
<br />
what then I saw<br />
<br />
as I looked and stared<br />
<br />
at the never ending brightness,<br />
<br />
which emerged from the darkness<br />
<br />
in the form of a well. <br />
<br />
And the well's well-kept water,<br />
<br />
as though molten moonlight,<br />
<br />
shone brighter and brighter,<br />
<br />
so much warmer<br />
<br />
than the sun outside. <br />
<br />
And as I walked,<br />
<br />
slowly walked,<br />
<br />
towards the water,<br />
<br />
I knew this was so much more<br />
<br />
than a well. <br />
<br />
I knew that this was,<br />
<br />
as we all once were,<br />
<br />
pure energy.<br />
<br />
And I knew at once<br />
<br />
when before it I did stand,<br />
<br />
that this was the well of life<br />
<br />
and it's light,<br />
<br />
so clear and so bright,<br />
<br />
is all that's left in its purest form. <br />
<br />
I knew, without knowing how<br />
<br />
that this liquid I was looking at<br />
<br />
had once been a part of me. <br />
<br />
And I had been a part of it. <br />
<br />
The lavander smell got clearer <br />
<br />
it was all that was left <br />
<br />
from the world outside. <br />
<br />
And it was my turn now<br />
<br />
to give back what I had taken,<br />
<br />
or to take back what I had given,<br />
<br />
depends on the perspective. <br />
<br />
Because both are true right now. <br />
<br />
I gave myself back to this energy<br />
<br />
and I took the energy from this human back. <br />
<br />
We are united now. <br />
<br />
We are the same. <br />
<br />
And everything is as though<br />
<br />
we had never been seperated.<br />
<br />
At least until another part of me <br />
<br />
escapes to the human world. <br />
<br />
I can just hope that it,<br />
<br />
too,<br />
<br />
will return.Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-88646397069441259402012-03-09T23:10:00.001+00:002012-03-10T08:46:14.423+00:00FriendsI've been inspired for this poem by my new friends from my new school. They are simply the most amazing people in the world and I'm so glad that I've had a chance to get to know them. And I want to thank them for giving me a chance and for having welcomed me into their group without hardly knowing me and for accepting me as I am, without wanting to change me. These wonderful people are: <strong><span style="color: purple;">Raquel, Milena, Elisa, Sonia, Hannah, Christine, Belen and Paula.</span></strong><br />
<br />
<br />
It's always been so obvious,<br />
<br />
that I had to walk alone.<br />
<br />
And in my lonely road I kept,<br />
<br />
with no hope that it would ever change.<br />
<br />
And now that I have met you<br />
<br />
I know how stupid I've been.<br />
<br />
I thought I was stronger<br />
<br />
for being a loner<br />
<br />
and not needing anybody's help.<br />
<br />
I though I was independent<br />
<br />
by not being influenced<br />
<br />
by anybody else<br />
<br />
than myself.<br />
<br />
But now I have tasted<br />
<br />
the real meaning of friendship<br />
<br />
I know how wrong I was.<br />
<br />
I don't even remember<br />
<br />
how before last september<br />
<br />
I could live on my own.<br />
<br />
And I know that we're different.<br />
<br />
And I know that,<br />
<br />
even after so much time,<br />
<br />
I'm still "the new one",<br />
<br />
the different one,<br />
<br />
the last one to be told<br />
<br />
what has to be said.<br />
<br />
But I also know<br />
<br />
for the first time in my life,<br />
<br />
that this thing they call friendship,<br />
<br />
is not just a dream,<br />
<br />
far fetched and unreacheble<br />
<br />
That it does exist.<br />
<br />
And that I, too,<br />
<br />
can have friends.<br />
<br />
And now I do have friends.<br />
<br />
And now you are my friends.<br />
<br />
And I know we are friends.<br />
<br />
And I know you will be there<br />
<br />
for me when I need you.<br />
<br />
And I hope that when you need me<br />
<br />
you will tell me, too,<br />
<br />
because I want to be a friend for you,<br />
<br />
as you have been friends for me.Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-70194374638278070672012-03-07T20:31:00.001+00:002012-03-07T20:34:03.918+00:00I'm not boring!It has always been<br />
<br />
a mystery to me<br />
how it could seem<br />
that I'm so shy<br />
when I'm talking<br />
<br />
to somebody in particular.<br />
But then<br />
when I'm alone<br />
<br />
it is when<br />
<br />
it's so easy to express<br />
what I feel<br />
<br />
in black and white.<br />
<br />
And though I know<br />
that you didn't mean<br />
to hurt me as much<br />
<br />
as you did,<br />
<br />
it's what you have,<br />
so now I have to face<br />
<br />
my pain on my own,<br />
as always.<br />
<br />
And you will never know<br />
what you've done to me<br />
<br />
as I'm to shy to speak,<br />
but not to shy to write.<br />
<br />
So at least if I can not say<br />
<br />
with sound, I will reply<br />
<br />
and tell you<br />
<br />
how wrong you are:<br />
<br />
I am not boring,<br />
I am just shy.Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-64506399232272959672012-02-23T19:56:00.000+00:002012-02-23T19:56:48.934+00:00Raspberry dreamsMidnight. Almost. I lay awake looking continuosly at the big wooden clock. No sound. No movement. It was dark. Very dark and silent. For a second, I thought I had smelt something. Something nice. Raspberries, maybe. Or blueberries. But I thought my imagination was playing tricks on me, as usual. How wrong I was!<br />
The clock finally anounced midnight. I closed my eyes trying to fall asleep. The smell of berries intensified, as my dream became more and more vivid and the forest through which I flew became clearer and clearer. It is difficult to think clearly when you are sleeping, but I suspected that something about that dream wasn't right. And then, when I woke up, I realised what it was. The door was locked and the windows clocked. There was no way in which the wind could have moved even the lightest paper from it's place. But my perfume bottle had moved from its place. It was at the floor. Broken. And the sweet raspberry perfume had expanded through all my room. Now the question is, how did it fall down?Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-58676453931333094892012-02-18T18:58:00.000+00:002012-02-18T18:58:53.849+00:00Sea destinyMidnight by the sea.<br />
<br />
The soft wind whispers.<br />
<br />
Calls for me.<br />
<br />
<br />
Above the night sky,<br />
<br />
three lonely birds with<br />
<br />
the stars fly.<br />
<br />
<br />
And under the moon,<br />
<br />
patiently waiting<br />
<br />
for me to come soon<br />
<br />
my near future lies.<br />
<br />
But as hard as I<br />
<br />
with all effort try<br />
<br />
I can not see it.<br />
<br />
<br />
The soft waves' breathing<br />
<br />
haunts me as it is<br />
<br />
everywhere.<br />
<br />
Always follow me,<br />
<br />
the birds as I leave<br />
<br />
the sea.<br />
<br />
<br />
And under the moon,<br />
<br />
patiently waiting<br />
<br />
for me to come soon<br />
<br />
my near future lies.<br />
<br />
But as hard as I<br />
<br />
with all effort try<br />
<br />
I can not see it.<br />
<br />
<br />
As I leave, I go.<br />
<br />
As I go the clouds<br />
<br />
fly so low.<br />
<br />
<br />
And the sea calls me.<br />
<br />
And I call to it:<br />
<br />
Goodbye...Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-25687339072863386272012-02-14T19:54:00.000+00:002012-02-14T19:54:56.732+00:00Happy Valentines Day!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOY_0yN_uvPXsV_2lTePpFMXSlq3brRD6od6KI02mM4NyX05uuRyqjnPlribtgtVpNo9sqATMg6nb5HKXojZQhFwE5UpcacUoiTJ5Tpe025HlLtgWhRIubr_3zzxkBESgRsTccInRg_aJI/s1600/readers.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOY_0yN_uvPXsV_2lTePpFMXSlq3brRD6od6KI02mM4NyX05uuRyqjnPlribtgtVpNo9sqATMg6nb5HKXojZQhFwE5UpcacUoiTJ5Tpe025HlLtgWhRIubr_3zzxkBESgRsTccInRg_aJI/s640/readers.png" width="444" yda="true" /></a></span></div>Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-50264791684246725602012-02-11T22:01:00.000+00:002012-02-11T22:01:23.140+00:00LookingI looked at you,<br />
<br />
you looked at me<br />
<br />
and we both looked away<br />
<br />
embarrased.<br />
<br />
Again I looked at you<br />
<br />
and you turned around<br />
<br />
and looked at me<br />
<br />
and I turned around<br />
<br />
and went red<br />
<br />
hoping you would not see it.<br />
<br />
Again I turned around<br />
<br />
to look at you,<br />
<br />
saw you were not looking at me<br />
<br />
so I kept looking<br />
<br />
until you looked at me<br />
<br />
and we both went red<br />
<br />
and turned around.<br />
<br />
Now though you don't look at me<br />
<br />
and I do not look at you,<br />
<br />
with our hearts we are both<br />
<br />
still looking at each other.<br />
<br />
And I know when again I see you<br />
<br />
you will look at me<br />
<br />
and I will look at you<br />
<br />
and we will smile<br />
<br />
and look away.<br />
<br />
Until one day you look at me<br />
<br />
and I look at you<br />
<br />
and you come over here<br />
<br />
and talk to me<br />
<br />
and say my name<br />
<br />
and finally ask me for a date.Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-52192136808542772932012-01-16T20:29:00.001+00:002012-01-16T20:32:42.687+00:00The last nightmare“When I open my eyes again, I will be in my bed and realise that this is just another dream.”<br />
But I didn't dare opening my eyes. Something inside of me gave me the feeling that, this time, it was different. I didn't knew what it was, but I knew that, this time, I was awake.<br />
And when I finally opened my eyes, I found out what it was, that was giving me that certainity:<br />
I was not scared. And even thought I knew that my life was about to end, I was not scared.<br />
In my dreams, I feared that moment. But now I realised, just before I heard the familiar sound of their gun, that I had nothing to lose.<br />
And then that bullet hit me. And I knew, I would never have a nightmare again. And smiled.Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-71417773737381045422011-12-24T17:57:00.000+00:002011-12-24T17:57:38.992+00:00Christmas spiritSilent night,<br />
<br />
Holly night.<br />
<br />
Cristmas time, family time.<br />
<br />
Or at least before our times,<br />
<br />
when it's only about presents and food.<br />
<br />
Sleep in heavenly peace.<br />
<br />
Eat in heavenly peace.<br />
<br />
<br />
Silent night,<br />
<br />
But not holly night,<br />
<br />
nothing calm, nothing bright<br />
<br />
as nobody cares how the trees are dying,<br />
<br />
everywhere in the forests of the world<br />
<br />
just to wrap up those toys,<br />
<br />
which children will only use twice.<br />
<br />
<br />
Silent night,<br />
<br />
sweet sweet night,<br />
<br />
suddenly, all is bright<br />
<br />
but the light from the christmas tree,<br />
<br />
doesn't let us see the stars.<br />
<br />
Not even the moon shines on me.<br />
<br />
Not even the moon shines on me.<br />
<br />
<br />
Silent night,<br />
<br />
winter night,<br />
<br />
not as cold as before<br />
<br />
because we've choosen to live our lifes<br />
<br />
in the way that bussinesses want<br />
<br />
thats why today there's no snow<br />
<br />
climate change annoys instead.<br />
<br />
<br />
Silent night,<br />
<br />
too long night<br />
<br />
you may wish, you may dream<br />
<br />
that the Christmas spirit you talk about was real<br />
<br />
but I will have to disappoint you now.<br />
<br />
It is only found in the hearts<br />
<br />
of those who don't have anything to give.<br />
<br />
<br />
Silent night,<br />
<br />
only one night<br />
<br />
in which, we are kind.<br />
<br />
Why does it seem so dificult to,<br />
<br />
be kind to everybody at all times.<br />
<br />
Do one good deed this Christmas.<br />
<br />
Do one good deed this Christmas.Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-50322291363640386422011-12-07T18:28:00.000+00:002011-12-07T18:28:14.952+00:00Waiting by the seaThe wind whispers my name,<br />
<br />
a name not known to me.<br />
<br />
It's silent song describes<br />
<br />
who I'm supposed to be.<br />
<br />
<br />
Forever patient I waited by the sea.<br />
<br />
Forever lonely, forgotten by the sun.<br />
<br />
And as the darkness of the night creeps around me,<br />
<br />
away, away from me the stars run.<br />
<br />
<br />
The wind whispers no more.<br />
<br />
No more I know myself<br />
<br />
Can't even remember,<br />
<br />
who was my younger self.<br />
<br />
<br />
Forever patient I waited by the sea.<br />
<br />
Forever lonely, forgotten by the stars.<br />
<br />
And as the cloudy day hurries past me<br />
<br />
away, away, so far away the sun laughs.<br />
<br />
<br />
Cold sand flows down my hands<br />
<br />
as my soul flowed to the sea,<br />
<br />
escaped from my body<br />
<br />
and here left waiting me.<br />
<br />
<br />
Forever patient I waited by the sea.<br />
<br />
Forever lonely, forgotten by the light.<br />
<br />
And as the darkness of the beach surrounds me<br />
<br />
away, away all my hopes to come back fight.<br />
<br />
<br />
Persausive waves hard try<br />
<br />
with their voice of freedom<br />
<br />
to take me with them<br />
<br />
to their saltwater world.<br />
<br />
<br />
Forever patient I waited by the sea.<br />
<br />
Forever lonely, forgotten by the world.<br />
<br />
And as my own darkness from light hides me<br />
<br />
my soul won't find me.<br />
<br />
I am lost.Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-30593849499612831422011-11-30T20:28:00.000+00:002011-11-30T20:28:32.612+00:00Different coloured worldsHow is it possible<br />
<br />
for somebody to live<br />
<br />
in a rainbow coloured world<br />
<br />
and see grey<br />
<br />
and for someone different<br />
<br />
to live in grey<br />
<br />
but keep the hope to see the rainbow?Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-16166643028164104162011-11-27T12:03:00.000+00:002011-11-27T12:03:44.594+00:00Finding happinessHow can it be that we care so little,<br />
<br />
about something as crucial as our dreams?<br />
<br />
How can we give them up so easily<br />
<br />
and live someoneelse's life in sadness?<br />
<br />
How can it be so difficult to be<br />
<br />
ourselves, but not to be somebody else?<br />
<br />
Why hide from our happiness in shadows,<br />
<br />
run to the happiness of someone else<br />
<br />
and when finally we reach it try again<br />
<br />
with different happiness of someone else<br />
<br />
and never find our own happiness<br />
<br />
which is the only one that makes us happy?<br />
<br />
Life doesn't make sense!Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-86140289154440006252011-11-13T20:14:00.001+00:002011-11-27T12:08:25.145+00:00TimeTime.<br />
<br />
Time.<br />
<br />
T-I-M-E.<br />
<br />
Such a simple 4-letter word.<br />
<br />
And yet, such a complicated meaning.<br />
<br />
Time.<br />
<br />
So seemingly real,<br />
<br />
so really false.<br />
<br />
Just an ilusion.<br />
<br />
And yet we allow this ilusion<br />
<br />
to control all our lives<br />
<br />
and to leave us living in fear<br />
<br />
of not having enough of it.<br />
<br />
Time, <br />
<br />
why do you haunt me at nights<br />
<br />
and get lost during the day?<br />
<br />
Time,<br />
<br />
why is it so difficult<br />
<br />
to see you as what you really are?<br />
<br />
Time.<br />
<br />
Time.<br />
<br />
T-I-M-E.<br />
<br />
Just leave me alone.Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-56715203267956675492011-11-07T20:12:00.001+00:002011-11-27T12:08:52.263+00:00Looking at each otherYou looked at me.<br />
<br />
You looked at me<br />
<br />
and smiled.<br />
<br />
Then you looked away,<br />
<br />
and kept smiling.<br />
<br />
I saw you looking at me<br />
<br />
from the corner of my eyes.<br />
<br />
I turned around<br />
<br />
and looked at you.<br />
<br />
I really looked at you.<br />
<br />
And when you realised<br />
<br />
I was looking at you,<br />
<br />
you stopped smiling.Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-52007023757545559172011-11-03T19:00:00.001+00:002011-11-27T12:09:30.780+00:00Start now!What are you waiting for?<br />
<br />
Do you think the world will<br />
<br />
wait for you as it spins?<br />
<br />
In that case I'm sorry<br />
<br />
to disappoint you:<br />
<br />
It won't!<br />
<br />
So if you really want to make your dreams come true<br />
<br />
Start now!Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-48099188599451455982011-10-30T11:26:00.003+00:002011-11-27T12:12:46.710+00:00LifeWouldn't life be so much sweater<br />
<br />
if it was posible<br />
<br />
to make a living<br />
<br />
by being alive?Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-16181892460579334862011-10-27T18:41:00.001+01:002011-11-27T12:13:20.936+00:00What are you so stressed about?Tell me, <br />
<br />
what are you so stressed about?<br />
<br />
<br />
Is it really that important<br />
<br />
to waste any single minute<br />
<br />
thinking about this constant<br />
<br />
worry?<br />
<br />
<br />
Tell me,<br />
<br />
What are you so stressed about?<br />
<br />
<br />
Is it really necesary <br />
<br />
to remember your worries<br />
<br />
instead of letting thoughts vary<br />
<br />
to joy?<br />
<br />
<br />
Tell me,<br />
<br />
what are you so stressed about?<br />
<br />
<br />
Wouldn't you feel so much better<br />
<br />
to just focus on whatever<br />
<br />
and leave it until later,<br />
<br />
much later?<br />
<br />
<br />
Now tell me,<br />
<br />
What are you still so stressed about?Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-31366793002739175142011-10-25T20:36:00.001+01:002011-11-27T12:15:49.344+00:00Before our timeIn days of long before our time<br />
<br />
the world around us was just fine.<br />
<br />
No huge holes opened in the sky<br />
<br />
above the place where most birds fly.<br />
<br />
The temperature was just right<br />
<br />
not too low and not too hight.<br />
<br />
The sea looked marvelous and blue<br />
<br />
of thick, dark oil was yet no clue.<br />
<br />
And life killed just to survive,<br />
<br />
not only to feel more alive.<br />
<br />
Those wonderful, magic days<br />
<br />
long before human arrived<br />
<br />
during which the earth not pays<br />
<br />
for what we have done.Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-53011192756941148322011-10-20T20:12:00.002+01:002011-11-27T12:16:13.853+00:00Failures"Failures are bad!"<br />
<br />
"Who told you that?<br />
<br />
Failures are good<br />
<br />
in the right mood.<br />
<br />
When used to learn<br />
<br />
Much you can earn.<br />
<br />
And then next time<br />
<br />
it'll be just fine!"Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-67441190926479640002011-10-18T18:30:00.001+01:002011-11-27T12:16:35.885+00:00Looking at the mirrowI stood up this morning at 6 a. m.<br />
<br />
went straight to the mirrow and looked at me.<br />
<br />
But as much as I looked I couldn't see<br />
<br />
that person that I wanted to be.<br />
<br />
And the day passed on, but then late at night<br />
<br />
again I stood in front of it.<br />
<br />
And as always I stood of time a bit<br />
<br />
then went to bed and wondered as I sit<br />
<br />
whether or not I was going to live<br />
<br />
to live forever and ever like this<br />
<br />
and whether or not my actual life is<br />
<br />
the one, when I'm old, I'm going to miss.<br />
<br />
Worried about living a life I hate<br />
<br />
I decided before I went to bed<br />
<br />
to achieve my goals before I am dead<br />
<br />
and live as if life was about to end.<br />
<br />
Now I know, things are about to change.Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-49276218243684278622011-10-17T18:05:00.002+01:002011-11-27T12:16:57.903+00:00Slow down!Hurry up!<br />
<br />
Hurry up!<br />
<br />
Now try to do<br />
<br />
two things at once!<br />
<br />
Faster, faster!<br />
<br />
Faster, faster!<br />
<br />
Always faster the world spins!<br />
<br />
And watch out<br />
<br />
Cause if you don't keep out<br />
<br />
You'll be too slow.<br />
<br />
But will you really be happy by being this fast?<br />
<br />
Wouldn't it better to slow down<br />
<br />
and start enjoying life right now?Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1297063419034591121.post-42818557581911983992011-10-16T20:06:00.003+01:002011-11-27T12:15:27.686+00:00Wake upWake up!<br />
<br />
Stop dreaming!<br />
<br />
Stand up right now!<br />
<br />
Life is to precious<br />
<br />
to just dream it away.<br />
<br />
So stand up right now!<br />
<br />
And stop dreaming!<br />
<br />
Start living!<br />
<br />
Wake up!Marta!http://www.blogger.com/profile/06973735501434012943noreply@blogger.com0