dream, oh my dream

Dream - a word like a cloud. Since few years I have this dream. It was always there, hanging in the sky. Sometimes like a grey heavy cloud, sometimes like a shinning, full of promises, star and sometimes more like a fog. There were times I could almost touched it, but then my life took me on a different path. And times were I thought I will never fulfill this dream of mine.

I dreamt to live in a different country, only once in my life, maybe to immigrate in that country or maybe just to be there for a half year or a full year. Neither one nor the other thing I did. I had some plans, how to leave my home country for a few months. But then I stayed here, finished my education and worked. I’ve never regret that I didn’t go when I was so close to go. I don’t know what I would have missed when I would have gone; I only know what I would have left, what I experienced here.

But now again this dream to live in a different country for a half year is coming closer. It’s still one and a half year away, but as everyone knows one year is very fast lived and over. And then I’ll be soon packing my suitcases to move to a new country, even only for a half year. So till then I keep my head little bit in the cloud and dream of what all I can do in this country and then when my head has done its dreaming I’ll be planning and preparing what all has to be done and thought of to make my dream come true.

yours, Ailena

I'm walking down the street

© Ailena

I' m walking down the street,

the trees are blooming

new ideas are growing

and walking down the street.

yours Ailena

© Ailena

one of my favorite poems -LEISURE

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LEISURE

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

William Henry Davies  

yours Ailena

the memoirs of a poet

I started to read the memoires and memories of the poet Pablo Neruda. (I confess I have lived)

And the confess starts with this beautiful foreword. When I was reading it the first time, I had to read it several times again and again. The had to absorbe each and every word of it. Since I read it in german and I want to share it with you, I translated it into english. I hope the beauty of the words will reach you.

The memoirs and memories often break off and are sometimes forgetful as life. The interruptions of sleep allows us to endure the daily work. Many of my memories are faded away in the act of appeals, have become dust like an irretrievably broken glass.

The memoirs of the writer's memoirs are not the memoirs of the poet. That one may have lived less, but more photographed and delighted us with the beauty of the details. This one gives us a gallery of ghosts shaken by the fire and shadow of his time.

Maybe I have not lived within me, perhaps I have lived the lives of others.

From what I leave in these pages, will - as in the tree-lined avenues of autumn and as during the grape harvest - remove the yellow leaves that are dying, and the grapes are raised in the holy wine.

My life is a life from all lifes: the lifes of the poet.

Pablo Neruda

Yours, Ailena

a different kind of map

the world of the animals: Europa by sajo.ch

I’m sitting in this small coffee, called Bistro. I order my cappuccino and then I lift my eyes to the wall beside me and I discover this great map of Europe. All the countries became animals. So fascinating. Check out more about the creator of the map: http://www.sajo.ch

Yours Ailena

just another talk with my boss

Today I had the pleasure to meet my boss for a talk. Every year she wants to met me and talk about me, my work, how I feel, where I'll be in the next year, what my strengths are to bring the working place further and so on and on. You sure know all this, "selling-yourself-talks-with-your-boss".

I don't like them, specially the day before I have them.

My boss will give me this paper, with alot of words which are supposed to give sense to me and smart answers to my boss. It's just all that great. 


Well, when the talk is finish, and I heard how satisified the boss ist with me, and I could talk clever enough. I feel good. and could shake my legs again, feeling all free :)

see you, Aylena