Happy New Year!!!!!

The old year draws to an end, it's time to dare to look back, but not today. Now it's the time to wish everyone a happy new year.

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I wish you all a happy new year,  

 

 

with lots of chocolate, sunshine and mangoes!

 

Ailena

I found a little treasure

Today I found a little treasure.

If I'm in India, I like to go to the silver and jewelry shops. There are always all kinds of small and big treasures to discover. Today we went to Spencer shopping center for a small shopping tour. In a small silver shop suddenly these beautiful earrings jumped in my eyes.

 

I knew immediately that I want them and I've actually been looking for such earrings for a long time, without knowing it.

Are not they just great? The best thing is that they fit perfectly with my old finger ring together.

Ailena

suitcase oh my suitcase, where are thou?

I stood at the baggage carousel and waited and waited. About an hour, and still my luggage was nowhere in sight. As I went then to the service counter, I was able to learn that I’ve been proclaimed already because they knew that my suitcase was not in this plane. Thank you that I was waiting for more than an hour for my suitcase for nothing.

They promised that the suitcase will be delivered to my place in the afternoon of the next day and not later. As its getting afternoon I started wondering whether the suitcase arrives and when it will arrive, how it will look and whether it would be ransacked and if something would be missing. Hour by hour I waited. Then after 36 hours passed by the eagerly awaited call came that the case has been just delivered.

 

Now the holidays can really start.

take my hand

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I reach for your hand
I stumble
I fall
take my hand
hold me tight
let me stand on my own feets
but still take my hand
show me the way
I could go
but follow me
when I keep walking
even in the wrong direction
take my hand
when I need you
when I search for you
be there

 
take my hand

© Ailena

white roofs

White roofs over the city. Quietly are falling snowflakes after snowflakes to the ground. The snow crunches under my shoes when I walk and swirls around when a car drives across the street.

 
It is winter in the city. The world is moving gentle further. There are moments where I love this time of the year.

 
I love it, when I drink a hot chocolate with whipped cream.

 
I love being wrapped up, ready to walk around in the snowy world.

I love it, when I can watch the dance of the snowflakes through the window.

But I do not like it when my nose is freezing and very cold.
And I do not like it when I have cold feet.
And I do not like it when I slip on the ice.

But most of all I love how the snow puts the world into a slower gear.


Ailena

Harmony, it reached me

Sometimes I feel like putting my feelings in small poems. 

Mostly they dont rhyme. Mostly they just small. mostly they are only meant for me.

But sometimes this small poet inside me wants to share them and tell it loud from a rooftop so the whole world will hear it. 

So here I will start to make my poet inside me happy. I take my braveness and publish one of my poems.

 

Ailena

I want somebody

A song like a poem.

a great Song from Depeche Mode: Somebody

When someone is lonely, this someone might be dreaming of somebody. In this dreaming you get carried away of all the things you want this somebody to be. 

When I was alone and lonely, I dreamt a lot. How would my somebody be? How should he be? 

I always described to my friends the look of him and the country from which he should be. I found this always very important J. But the rest I never needed to talk about. It was all clear for me. I had it always in my mind without telling exactly the words, how he should be.

When I put it in words he should be like this: He should treat me like a queen. He should be honest, soft, and gentle, warm loving and the most imported thing was this. He should be a good cook, who even likes to cook. I always always wanted someone to cook for me. It’s crazy. But some things are so small and seem so important. Now I know better. 

When you fall in love, you don’t care about the look, the job or the cooking. All that matters is the inside. The inside is the thing that gives the person character and charisma. This makes the person beautiful. Beautiful from inside is what shines to the outside. No one else but you can see the beauty that truly lies in this person. And in the end when I thought this somebody will never appear in my life. He walked upon to me.

Ailena

Love is a game

As if I had been struck by a spell and I felt I could do nothing about it. I just kept staring and smiling. What is it with this man? Why did he suddenly appear again in my life? Although I decided to hate him, I keep smiling. Do I have to assume that my heart takes control over my mind and decides not to ask me, if I hate or like or even love this man?

He leads me gallant as ever to the table. He seems not to have changed at all and yet he seems somehow different, more balanced and just as if he knew very well what he is doing and that he will be victorious. Long time ago I decide to hurt him. To show him how much love can wound you. Love is a game in which not everyone can win and this time he will be the loser.

Once we’ve been friends and for a short time even a couple. I loved him more than my life. He just didn’t care. It was all perfect. Best friends, turning to the perfect couple.  I know that he does not know how much he hurt me that time. He’s telling me insignificant; about people, places and of things he has seen and met. It was exactly five years ago when my best friend, I loved endlessly but he loved everyone more than me, just left. He said that this country offers him no longer enough. He finally needs to see the world and learn from it at last. He didn’t really understand my tears at the airport. We were again just friends. I'll find a new friend and the world is not as big as it was once and that he would call or write me. He was writing me.  Here and there a short email. He had been in this or that country and is already in love again and will never again leave this country. Until just after some time this love no longer worked and I received from a new country, a new mail about a new love. It went on and on for five years. I tried to fall in love with someone else. I had some relationships, but I was never happy. I've always missed him. I always hoped that his next email said that he will come back to me. And now he sits in front of me and he’s telling me about his travels and I just think why! 

Why are you coming back to me now? I know you are not serious about me and you will only play with me and hurt me the same way as you did five years ago. I give myself naive, as if I do not know what you have planned, as if I could not read your mind. You tell me that you felt, how much I loved you and that I wanted to marry you and wanted to start a family with you. I am amazed at how transparent I was. That was what I just had planned. I was waiting just for the right moment when I could talk with you about our future. But the moment never came. Instead, a different wind suddenly blew. Every day we were fighting at least one fight and you always gave me the blame for everything. That was the time you proposed, that it would be perhaps better if we would be again just friends. Gain a little distance from each other. Everyone should first fulfill his and her dream. Your dream must have been to have as many girlfriends as possible in as many countries as possible, talking always about true love to left behind friends. You must have fulfilled your dream. You must probably feel like a god now. And just like this you are sitting in front of me.

I tell you about my career. I’m the boss of this company. I was working like crazy to reach the top. What else was there for me to do? I lost my faith in love. I didn’t want to play in this game called love anymore.

Ailena