„He’s not my type”.
Ziceri cu emoții
Poem: Who knows? – by Olivian Breda?
There’s a song (Il Divo – Quizás, Quizás, Quizás (Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps)).
Grateful: Music – by Olivian Breda
I’m grateful for the music. I’m grateful it exists, I’m grateful musicians have created it, I’m grateful I can listen to it pretty much for free (by annoying YouTube & music creators for using uBlock Origin), I’m grateful for poor & high-quality music, I’m grateful that music sometimes sounds like a poem, always sounds like life, sometimes sounds like mathematics, sometimes sounds like a whisper, sometimes sounds like thunder, sometimes you can feel it on your skin, sometimes it’s a song which only appeared in the last few days, other times it’s old as centuries go, I’m grateful that sometimes it evokes memories, it puts me into past, sometimes it wakes me and puts me into the present moment, sometimes it makes me go dreaming, I’m grateful for the live concerts, in which the music somehow sounds different, I’m grateful for the lyrics, which can teach you a foreign language like nothing else, I’m grateful for the opportunities to connect with other people based on similar music interests, I’m grateful for the association between music and history, the importance of music in culture, I’m grateful for the way a song makes me dream, and then I see the official video, and it’s so different than my dream, I’m grateful for the big singers in music history, and for the less-than-big-but-big-to-me ones, I’m grateful for the .mp3, but for other formats also, for the classical cassette, and for the vinyl disks, for the CD and DVDs, I’m grateful for the covers which sometimes sound better than the original, I’m grateful for the musical, in which multiple genres combine, I’m grateful for the calm, relaxing, soothing music, but also for the energic one, I’m grateful for what past singers left in this world, but also for the music that is about to be born, I’m grateful for the music listened so that you do not disturb anyone, but also to the one in open-air concerts.
Poem: Acorns – by Olivian Breda
(write an article based on a word)
Acorns are close to squirrels,
Chip and Dale from my childhood,
Intense joy!
Happiness-much!
Enjoyable-much!
No-worries-times!
Insta: Flori și pisici în Năvodari – de Olivian Breda
Mai jos, câteva imagini din Năvodari.
Poem: New start – by Olivian Breda
Sometimes, you start again.
You try harder this time,
You wish you wouldn’t fail,
But you know that failing is a step
And the next one is rising.
There’s alaways room at the top,
Try to be there.
Poem: The most difficult ability – forgiveness – by Olivian Breda
Most emotions are easy:
It’s easy to love,
Easy to hate,
Easy to despise,
Easy to admire,
Easy to be left in wonder.
Not forgiveness.
That’s something else.
Insta: Rochița rândunicii în Năvodari
Imagini cu flori rochița rândunicii în Năvodari.