Never ending

Are you still somewhere out there? Do you think of me as much as I think of you? I wish I knew what’s going on in your life right now. Hope you are happy. I really really do.

And I hope our paths will cross again someday.

Thank you so much for the star you placed in my sky… beautiful, shining, inspiring and delightful…never ending

Someone like You

I heard that you're settled down
That you found a girl and you're married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you.

Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light.

I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me it isn't over.

Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you too
Don't forget me, I beg
I remember you said,
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,"
Yeah.

Adele

Sono una sognatrice

I’m finding it so hard to focus at the moment. -Well, to focus on the right things at the right time! A mysterious time at work, some are really busy and struggling to keep up, and some are waiting for them to finish, before they can start their part of the job.

I’m in the last category! I’m waiting. I’m not quite sure for what, but I’m going to be busy too, they say! Off course, I have some “basic” work, costumers and phone calls, but not nearly enough to fill  a whole day.

So I’m wondering. Sure I’m wondering. And dreaming. Sono una sognatrice, remember?! Every time I have a moment, where my little brain not is occupied with something practical, I’m wondering and dreaming. What if… -and I love it. There are so many lovely things to dream about, and so many gorgeous persons on my mind and in my life – no wonder they are circulating constantly!!

Do you know the old song, “Get out of my dreams and into my car” by Billy Ocean? That’s what my dreams are about right now… - maybe I should tell you to remember “Love really hurts without you” first…

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The Man Who can't Be Moved

Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don't understand,
I'm not, broke I'm just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

So I'm not moving
I'm not moving
The Script

What's waiting in the horizon

54 hours of sun in November, average!

I feel like half of the day is missing in my life! I don’t have enough time, at work, at home, with the kids or with myself – alone! Not that I generally need to be alone, but you know, just to read a book, study Italian, watch a movie or listen to music. Without thinking of anything else! No commitments at all!

And my energy level is annoyingly  low! I can sleep 12 hours and still be tired, lazy and drained! Luckily, the kids are keeping me aware! They have so much in their lives and we all need that I’m a big part of it, so it forces me to be paying attention and follow their speed!

Time is really passing by so fast and I both hate and love it! Hate it, because the feeling of always being behind is killing me! I constantly aim to be in control… On the other hand I love the thought of getting older and the kids too. I really enjoy the different periods of their ages, but never the less, things will change when they get older. I will be able to do things in my life, which I really long for…

3 hours a week I still hold sacred! The Italian course. We are only 7 students, and it’s so amusing, relaxing, inspiring, learning and challenging. At the moment it’s the only thing I do for myself and for my own benefit. I need it. It makes me feel like an individual. Not a mother, a wife, an employee or a housekeeper! And our teacher is marvelous: Warm and tender, smiling, funny and very skilled. I love to hear and learn about Italy! Such a wonderful country, landscape, culture and population. When she shows photos from her home region and tells us about their customary I get a strong need of exploring!! Many years of vacation in the north of Italy have given me a bit of the adventure, but not nearly enough!

I know what’s waiting in the horizon…

The Rose

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
An endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
And you its only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give,
And the soul afraid of dyin'
That never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long,
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed that with the sun's love
In the spring becomes the rose.

Bette Midler

I'm still dreaming

I miss you so much. Miss your words. You are so far away. I read your beautiful letters over and over again.

And I know. Even if you were here, we would still be miles apart. Time is not right.

But I keep dreaming. Maybe for always. No one knows. Got to take one step at a time.

One thing is for sure

                              I will always love you

Another thing is for sure

                             No one have ever touched me so deep

La tua Sognatrice

Bella - Bello

From The Muse of My Muse

I miss you

Swing spot
Captain my Captain
Answers and deeds in a landscape of ink
you want me paint.
Frame of mind
You want to make yours, rounds of hell of mine
While your verbs are looking for pieces of truth
On my hand palm o heart my heart
I'm keeping on sculpt
Steps to the starway of our osmosis
To take you
to the tips of my Paradise
Where interwined legs
Arm hair and hands likewise
Over cream of cloud and rain will be
And on your lips with tongues of fire I'll sing
And for you the flag will flung
And for you the bugle will trill
For you bouquets,wreaths, shores and ships
For you this arm beneath your head
Dreamer my dreamer my bed!
I do not answer you are right
My lips are pale and still
And I have no pulse nor will
But in the infinite ocean of your eyes
at the same horizon where the power
of your water depth meets my wonderful skies
There I will write my musical scores
There I will draw all the gold notes
There you will bright I guess
all the dark pauses of my soul o princess,
my princess!
And looking in the mirror you will see
more clear than I've ever done
my ship anchored safe and sound
my voyage closed and bound.
I won't bypass all your question marks
As he who runs for life like an athlete
I will burn every inch separates us
You'll be my finishing line
me, a sunbeam to warm your breast, once again.
O goodness my goodness!