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Monday, January 23, 2006

There is magic in some moments - and it occurs suddenly, just when you are daydreaming of flying...So don´t forget to daydream;)














C: you are gonna miss that plane.
J: I know.

Monday, December 19, 2005



Wish for wings this Christmas

Friday, December 16, 2005


There's a time for us to let go
There's a time for holding on
A time to speak, a time to listen
There's a time for us to grow

A time to scream, a time for silence
A time for truth against the lie
A time for faith, a time for science
There's a time for us to shine


[ Wings? ]

Soemtimes we don´t have the chance to influence what is happening in our lives, yet sometimes we do...Some moments we participate in, might change the whole world for us - in a good or bad way. Some actions or words might make us react in an unexpected way... to others and to ourselves. If people get hurt on the way - guess it´s part of being alive
I believe we tend to react in the most intensive way to things, that matter the most...that shake our life balance.
.....
There's a time for misbelieving
There's a time to understand
A time for hurt, a time for healing
A time to run, and make a stand


Fragments of Paul Van Dyk lyrics

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Kas eksisteerib? Ma usun küll.

Sade - By Your Side



Sunset waves



There is that friend that is so much a part of you, that you feel alone just thinking about the thought of her not being there.

There is that friendship that has so much that it is based on that nothing could ever dissolve or even threaten it.

There is that friend with whom you share so much history that one fight or misunderstanding rolls off nearly instantaneously, because one issue is so insignificant, and could never come close to shattering the bond.

There is that friendship that cannot always be explained, but only understood and cherished by the two people that share it.

There is that friend that means so much to you, that you honestly believe you would stop studying for a final exam, break a date with your crush of five years, just so you could be there to lend a shoulder to cry on, offer a hug, or spend three hours just sitting with her if that would make it at all better.

There is that friend who you can talk to about something that happened when you were eight years old, and she can relive that moment so vividly along with you..

There is that friend that knows you as well as you know yourself, and finds it special that you know her just as well.

There is that friend who can make you smile through your tears, or cry out of happiness.

There is that friend who is always there for you, and just realizing that she would be there is more than enough to make it better.

There is that friend who cares about clearing away your tears no less if you are crying over absolutely nothing or over something she may have done to hurt you...

Saturday, October 29, 2005

A Comment


Antoine Chapon "Mer Indigo"

If you are thinking about something
that happened a long time ago:
Somebody asked you a question
and you did not know the answer ...

Perhaps it was raining very hard ...

Or somebody wanted you to do something.
You did it. Then they told you what you did was wrong.
"Sorry for the mistake,"
and you had to do something else ...

Perhaps it was a game that you played
when you were a child or something
that came idly into your mind when you were old
and sitting in a chair near the window ...

Or you walked someplace.
There were flowers all around ...

Perhaps you stared into a river.
There was somebody near you who loved you.
They were about to touch you.
You could feel this before it happened.
Then it happened ...

Or you heard someone calling from a great distance.
Their voice was almost an echo ...

Perhaps you were lying in bed,
almost ready to go to sleep
and you laughed at something,
a joke unto yourself, a good way to end the day ...

Or you were eating something good
and for a second forgot what you were eating,
but still went on, knowing it was good ...

Perhaps it was around midnight
and the fire tolled like a bell inside the stove ...

Or you felt bad when she said that thing to you.
She could have told it to someone else:
Somebody who was more familiar with her problems ...

Perhaps the trout swam in the pool
but the river was only eight inches wide
and the moon shone on ideath
and the watermelon fields glowed out of proportion,
dark and the moon seemed to rise from every plant ...

Sunday, October 02, 2005

New Zealand



Take me where the sun is shining
Where the air up in the skies are in my eyes
And I will fly -

Overcasting sight A view that wears the colour of the night
Appearing everytime I feel alright
No definition too close to see what's in front of me
Distance can bring a change to this illusion
For just a moment I'm getting down again
So lift me up -
Take me where the sun is shining
Where the air up in the skies are in my eyes
And I will fly to where
My dreams are hiding somewhere in the sky - For just a while

(Coleske - Take Me Where The Sun is Shining)


Sunday, September 18, 2005

Tänasega lõppes oluline periood minu ja veel mitme
inimese elus - kuigi hing on raske, tahan sellest väikese mälestuse siia jäädvustada. Mõnus aeg oli - no regrets, only good memories:)
We´ll rock again one day...

osake mulle armsast laulust - Gloria Estefan - Your Picture.

Every star has a season, a moment, a reason to be.
We may watch with regret as they flicker then die,
But at least for one second we bathed in the light
Of their passing, the memory still lasting.
Through the years and the distance your image remains,
Like the first day I saw you, you´ll never be changed.
As a token you left me your picture.