dance more than you breathe

We're the crazy ones. Dancing on the puffiest clouds and brightest stars.Marking little moments of our lonely lifes. Colliding our lost souls into something more powerfull. They say we are mad for happiness. But how are they supposed to know how it feels to be alive.They will never be as alive as we are. We were born as summer butterflies, leading recless life. And even if they think we are possesed by devil, there on the dancefloor we become white and pure. Just like newborns. Music blossom our love from little bud to beautiful flower. Our lips whisper words and our bodies express our passion. When we expect the least our hearts give out our deepest secrets. Deepest hopes till every beat makes us younger and younger. If they try to kill us because of our desires, we say come on us. We rather die as these colorfull butterflies, remembered as summer messengers, not as a blow of a wind, forgotten and never remembered. We are dancers, we manage to keep pure life and freedom under our flesh. 

Happy, happy Bday :)

Ahh... Vēl viens gads ir pagājis. Un kā jau ierasts man ir jāuzraksta sev pašai novēlējums. Ir pagājis ļoti dīvains gadiņš. Neskatoties uz visu, kas ar mani ir atgadījies prieks, ka šodien skatoties uz sevi viss ir perfekti. Protams nevaru noliegt, ka atkal esmu nedaudz savādāka kā pagājušgad. Bet laiks iet un es saprotu, ka es augu un protams mainos ar katru dienu. Protams nākotnē raugos ar cerībām un domāju tikai par pašu labāko. Es labrāt izklāstītu pāris savus īstermiņa plānus, bet šoreiz labāk to visu paturēšu pie sevis. :)

Tātad es ceru, ka man šodien jauka dieniņa un kā jau vienmēr es iešu padejot, lai viņa būtu vēl jaukāka. Un apēdīšu arī kādu garšīgu kūkas gabalu :)

Found a nice qoute

"Some people are just copying whatever we do :-) I guess it is a good sign. Seems like we do some stuff worth to copy it... However message to those who simply copy 1 to 1: you will ALWAYS be behind. In order to get ahead you need to create your own stuff !"

Franco

butterfly stories

When I'll loose my dearest rainbows can I ask you to bring me some of those beautiful stars. I believe you could reach them for me. But who you are, it stays unknown. You're some kind of shadow, that brings me butterflies and fireflies. Butterflies for colorfull days, fireflies for light nights. Sometimes you give me this early morning rain, so that when I wake up, I could smell these magical scents of lilac. You give me wings, and reason to fly wherever I want to go. Reminders of wishes I made last springs. Your kisses are my fears, but for the sake of angels tears, I believe you're not gonna be the one who breaks my wings.

Donkey in the well

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.

Finally he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway, it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey. He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They each grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement, he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer looked down the well, and was astonished at what he saw. As every shovel of dirt hit his back, the donkey did something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed, as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off.

The Moral:

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles a stepping stone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up!