To live with eternally hungry eyes, to have a room for the wind and always to take the sky too much to the heart, as it's something very personal. I will never exchange these skills for anything else. Happy to taste each day, happy to feel the storm, and to enjoy the music of it.
Music is everywhere. Everywhere I go, and in everything I see. And this is mine.
I think I always miss the sea. And maybe sea just misses me.
You should talk to the sea with no words. So that you can hear each other better.
And watch silently as the waves are moving, as the seagulls are going crazy in their freedom and sky, and as the boats are pushing each other in a friendly crowd. It feels like nothing more to wish for.
Sea. And I can nowhere to be found.
Говорить с морем нужно молча, так слышнее.
И молча смотреть, как движутся волны, как чайки сходят с ума, и как толкают друг друга яхты в дружной тесноте. Кажется, что больше ничего и не нужно.
Море, это там где меня не найти.
I remember that wind, dove into my hair and every kiss by the sea. I remember cute houses chatted with each other. And I remember the golden light all the days long fell from the sky, and every early morning it entered my room and penetrated into my eyes, into my soul.
I remember the incredible sunsets when the sky was madly in love...
Everything. Everything is so alive. In a place I'm nowhere to be found.
Я помню этот ветер, нырявший ко мне в волосы, и как целовалось море. И домики, болтавшие друг с другом. И золотой свет, с утра до вечера падавший с неба, проникавший в комнату, и ко мне в душу, и в мои глаза. Я помню эти невероятные закаты, когда небо задыхалось от любви.
И все это такое живое! Там, где меня нельзя отыскать.
When your soul is overwhelmed with the emotions, words and sounds. When you feel so exhausted, and a deep sleep and silence is all what you really want so bad, here comes the sea call.
Because the sea has always something to tell you.
And this is very important - to listen what your own sea says.
Always.
Все-таки когда душа переполнена эмоциями, усталостью, звуками и хочется уже только молчать и спать, на море тянет, как никогда.
"You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one"
It was last May when Yuno showed me Graz. I mean not a tourist one, but another. Full of creativity, startups, movement, coolest people. And I remember I thought, "Hmmm...Why not?".
Well, it's done now. I am here, for more then a week. And I want to thank all my wonderful amazing friends, each person who helped me to do this. I love you, guys! My heart is yours.
Soon I could tell you more, but enough about moving. There is something much more interesting I am dying to share. The best start here that could happen to me is this Blogger Village project we created with girls from Omas Teekanne. Same way of thinking, same ideas and believes made us (first to jump-jump but then) to come up with the idea to create a blogger platform in Graz, where bloggers could communicate, help each other to grow and create new projects together.
Blogger Village is for people who do not want to find themselves in a middle of a lonely island thinking, "Am the only one here?".
We say you are not. There are other people with the same level of "craziness" out there. Desperate romantics, creators, story tellers, who want and who can build there own reality, seekers of aesthetics, people who have what to say, or to show, who express themselves through their blogs.
And i saw these people at our first Blogger Village meet up at Omas Teekanne, and I must say they all are beautiful hard workers with their own dramas and fantasies, survives who make this world better every day.
ladies, thank you so much for that lovely warm evening!
Omas Teekanne has such an amazing location, and this old house with blue doors and shutters reminds me Andersens tales. We decided to create a decoration in front of the house, and that late summer evening could not be better.
This would be the perfect spot for bloggers, a small cozy house where every dream could become a plan.
My dear friends and fairies Yuno and Sandra are telling their story here Omas Teekanne Story
Barefoot in the hot grass. This is the color of summer. Barefoot on the cooled Moon.
Barefoot.
Only now, today, in this summer heat, in every summer, you want to do something very special. To go suddenly to the North Pole, or to dream about Christmas of course, to wander in the fog till morning comes, to find someone who lives on the moon, to change something you wanted to change the last months, or the whole life, or to change everything ... You always want something special before August comes. And the taste of freshly picked strawberries - is the taste of summer. And the sea taste on the lips - this is the taste of love.
To say goodbye for the things you gonna miss, to say goodbye for the things you never gonna miss. To meet people who will color your life and to meet people, who's life you're gonna color.
To feel the rain on your skin. And to make a wish. In a secret place. With a wind long to play in your hair.
Yes.
So much to do. And seeing everything so special. This is what you get with a taste of summer.
