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A month ago the sun was still shining. It was warm and happy weather. The flowers were feeling it and showing their full beauty. Unfortunately I don’t know the name of this one (anyone who could tell it to me is very welcomed), but looking at the picture, my mind goes back to the warm summer days. And the smell of the garden…

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There are so many things poisoning our lives. You never know when the ugly truth will show up on your door and there will be no chance to choose – what’s next. As long as we have the choice we have to follow the bright and beautiful. Because after that we regret the missed chances. Every time dark takes over, we have to try not to drown without inhaling, but to come back above the water, to continue dreaming and to face the new beautiful things which are coming there for us. Because they wait somewhere, just around the corner. And they wait until we find them. And we have to have the urge to search and to feel the pleasure and happiness of finding what was there for you. People do not like changes. But changes bring fresh air in our lives. Do not let the dark thoughts to conquer.

The song was written some years ago by Tuomas Holopainen about a boy who died from cancer. The spoken words in the song are actually his own words, with his own voice. I was always amazed about the strength to say:

[I would just like to think that, it’s not why it happened to me. But why was I saved? What else can I do now?]

Pain, go away!

Oh, how easy people waste their time to regret about past event, not depending on them, and to ask for so long time “Why me???”

 

Nightwish – Higher than hope

Time it took the most of me
And left me with no key
To unlock the chest of remedy
Mother, the pain ain’t hurting me
But the love that I feel
When you hold me near

The hopes were high
The choirs were vast
Now my dreams are left to live through you

Red Sun rising
Drown without inhaling
Within, the dark holds hard

Passiontide
An angel by my side
But no Christ to end this war
To deliver my soul from the sword
Hope has shown me a scenery
Paradise poetry
With first snow I’ll be gone

The hopes were high
The choirs were vast
Now my dreams are left to live through you

Red Sun rising
Drown without inhaling
Within, the dark holds hard
Red Sun rising
Curtain falling
Higher than hope my cure lies

[I would just like to think that, it’s not why it happened to me. But why was I saved? What else can I do now?]

Your death saved me

[Being in the dark about something, I can’t even tell you how scary it is. You don’t know what’s inside; you don’t know what’s going to happen to you. The best way to put somebody at ease is to inform them, even if it’s the grim truth.]

Red Sun rising
Drown without inhaling
Within, the dark holds hard
Red Sun rising
Curtain falling
Higher than hope my cure lies

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Sweet poison. Voluntarily chosen.

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There was a Middle Ages Market.

Ah, how many of them there were. Pendants, symbols, bells, all kind of pretty small hanging thingies, awaiting their new owners, competing which one is more beautiful and valuable.

And people were choosing between them, putting the etiquette – I’ve got the cooler one.

And no one stops to see how lovely they are together, before the great mighty Sky!

 

 

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The Old Princess

My dear sweet loving dog is already closer to the grannies than to the babies, but for me she will always be the little beautiful Princess of home. Those 2 pics were taken recently on walk.

Pics by D.D.

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