The heart of an angel

If you win an angel's heart, never try to lie
he find out the truth and his trust will die.

If you hurt an angel's heart and he says goodbye,
you will beg him to forgive and he agrees to stay.

If you start to be too sure and you lose your path
then you start to lie again, you don't expect his wrath.

Angel's heart can be hurt and his soul can bleed.
You don't see it while you care only for YOUR need.

You are sure the angel's heart always will forgive.
but before his wings get weak... he decides to leave.  

If you want the angel stays with you all your life,
then you have to care for truth and keep the love alive.

Angels have a heart as big as you will never know,
but this heart is fast away as fast as wind will blow.

So you have it in your hands what keeps the angel stay.
don't do things what able is to make his heart let cry.

Before the children go to school, the majority of them go to a nursery school where they stay as long as their parents work. All of them are very excited about the beginning of the school time.
The first day at school is always special and at the weekend before, the school and families gives for the kids a celebration.
In the morning the families go to a short celebration to the school. There perform  pupils from from the second class of the school a program with singing, they also recite poems and they tell about the daily life at school. The principal of the school speaks some words to the parents and relatives and each child is presented. Later, and that is always the most important for the kids, they get a big "Zuckertüte". That's a very big paper bag, about 1 m tall, filled with candies and chokolate and useful stuff for the school lessons.

The big paper bags (Zuckertüten) with the names of the children hang on a big tree or they lie under the tree. Each child takes his paper bag and the relatives and parent take photos. Of course, each single child immediately will unpack the paper bags.... as soon as they reach their home. The families celebrate a feast with relative and friends at home or at a nice restaurant. The kids are excited because the guests bring gifts, too. It's always a big fun for the kids and a good occasion for the relatives to meet each other.

Past weekend was the celebration of one of my grandchildren. I had baked a big cake and this cake had the form of a "Zuckertüte", it was a big surprise for my little girl... and not only for her ... also for the adults.

I wrote this blog because I'm very interested to hear about how the habits in other countries are.

There is an island, the island of love....  it seems like a lost paradise.
This island is filled with flowers, colored birds sing their tune... you can smell the fragrance and lose the senses. It is this island with green meadows, clear rivers, blue lakes, fruits on the trees and grain on the fields. The high sky with sun and moon separates day and night.
Listen to the melody of silence ... only birds sing ... to open our souls and make our hearts beat, let vanish the doubts to believe in love.
The warm blowing wind whispers quiet  words... it's like a story of love. You can hear the echo, the echo of the words which come back from the mountains which are surrounded by fog and the peaks white by snow.
A dense crown of trees is like a roof and moss is used as a cozy bed, white flowers are the  pillows and the fog the tender blanket.
Rain quenches the thirst of the earth and the tact of Rain sounds like the frequence of heart beating in the tact of love. Two souls united into one single soul.
It's like a secret home for lovers which love each other... ... innocent ... in close embrace ... in tact   of the Rain and with melodies of birds.  
There is no shame, no conviction, no regret on the island of love. It's as if angels keep watch .... on behalf of the lord.

In a dispute between computer users was trying to clarify whether the computer
"Male" or "Female" is. The women voted for
"male"
because:

You have to turn him on to get his attention.
He has a lot of knowledge, but is still haphazard.
He should help one to solve problems, but in half of the time is he the problem himself.
And after you got him you starts to ask yourself if there isn't a better one to get.

The men agreed on the following reasons
"female":
Not even the creator understands the internal logic.
The language that they speak  among themselves is to understand for nobody.
Even the smallest errors are stored in it's Long-term memory to use it later again against you..
Once you have one, goes all the money on it for the accessories.

Scars in the soul

A smiling face,
but eyes without shine.
You don't see it,
sudden you are gone away.

You're gone away,
taking my smiling eyes
and even it colors.
Leaving only tears and pain.

My bleeding soul
has gotten deep scars.
Pain doesn't want to go 
and crying is my heart.

But strong will
will endure the fate.
Hope will grow again.
Hope deep in my heart.

Scars will fade,
tears will dry out
and soul will heal
and my eyes shine again.

It's early morning and still dark. My view through the window shows me a magical picture. This untouched white world it's like a huge cozy, virgin bed.
It's unbelievable quiet; none birds sing their songs, there are no voices which disturb the peace. It's comfort for the eyes and balsam for the soul. I enjoy that picture in the early morning.
White flakes of snow come out from the sky now. It's like a dance, a dance of angels without faces, which dance to inaudible melodies, played on invisible harps.
Suddenly my fingers touch the windowpane and I feel the cold outside. My skin starts to shiver and I need your warmth.
I feel your breath in my neck and the warmth of your body.
How long have you been watching me?
You put your arms around me and I lay my head on your chest.  I feel secure in the arms.
We watch the last flakes of snow and you take me on your arms.
You carry me to bed. We lie together on white pillows, in tight embrace until we fall asleep again. In my dreams I still stand behind the window, still watching the white snow flakes. Now I can see the harps, now I can hear the sweet melodies and see the faces of the angels.

 
I always ask me why people have long lists of friends on social networks. What means that for them? Nobody can manage it and deal with so many friends. My opinion is, that's only a collection of contacts. The sense of a friend is to know him. Don't understand me wrong, I know, it's even possible to become friends in social networks. But to call someone as a friend needs more than only to take him as a  number or a name on a "friends" list. I ask myself what someone really knows about every single person when they have hundreds and sometimes even thousands of names on their lists. I think, if someone uses a nickname, then they don't remember the real names at all.
As for me, I want to know more about my contacts and I want to be able to remember me what I talked with them. I'm interested in their life. I have met people and some of them became real friends.  A few of them I met even in reality. Sometimes is it impossible to see each other in reality. There are many reasons as there are the economical...means financial situation what makes impossible to travel, political obstacles, reasons of distance between countries. and others too. But in times of Skype and whatsapp, LINE or all the other different possibilities we can talk face to face. I want not miss that. But I also don't want to collect people like souvenirs or trophies. Nobody deserves that. Everyone is unique.

Life is like riding by a train with a one-way ticket.
You have a starting point, and you have a final destination.
The train of life does not have a timetable.
The start time is known, but nobody can tell you how often you have to change trains before you reach the final destination, or when you will arrive there.

You start the journey of your life, and you are not the only passenger on the train.
Lots of people are sitting there, many have found their place, others are still seeking.
There are old, middle-aged, and young people.

You look for a seat, and if you find one, then your journey starts without return.
There is no chance for return. You may only change the direction forward but never reverse because life is a one-way ticket.
Sometimes the train runs fast, sometimes slowly and sometimes it even stops. Time never stops. Time continues, even when the train stops.

How often you have to change trains is dependent on how often you get lost.
Some people will stay with you until the final destination.
Some people will leave the train earlier than you want.
All those people will influence you for good or bad.

When you begin your journey, it seems time stands still, but it's only an illusion.
When you look through the window, you can see how time is running out.
You don't get back the time of the past, and you can't stop the current time.
The past time lies behind you. Use well the current time to influencing the upcoming time positively. The train's windows are like mirrors. They are witnesses, and they show you your actions.

You will experience love and hate, happiness, sadness, up and downs, trust, disappointment, profit, and loss. Sometimes, you want to leave the train, but all the doors are locked. It's our duty and task to manage and to bear the facets of life until its end.
At the final destination, when the doors will be unlocked for you to leave the train, you are at the final destination of the journey of life, the end of life.
If you then can look at yourself and your actions, without any regrets, you can say you have lived a worthy life.

Why do hide here so many people their true identity, I did join here to improve my English skills, but meanwhile I think there are too many people here to flirt only or to speak bad about others. But why do they it secretly? Why hide they their real gender and origin? I think there are many persons here who don't have the permission to speak so frankly in their own countries as so as they do here. So they try living their second face in cyber world. And it's like a virus. There are even person which have a joy to offend others or to spread their evil tongue.

When I became a member here some weeks ago, I was always online with my real name and a photo what showed my face. After just a little time I realized how it goes here and I changed my name and removed my photo from my profile. Usually is it not my manner, I prefer to be honest and clear with straight opinion and to show my real identity. I'm a sincere person and used to to be able to look in someone's face... friendly and open ... and still more important, to look at me in the mirror and not to be ashamed to see myself. Maybe is the opinion about Germans correctly when others say we are too directly in our speech and we don't beat around the bush before we get to the point. Some persons think we aren't much polite and friendly but I think ... it's only our habit. Hahaha, I know, not everyone is the same... even not in my country... there are good and evil people, too. It's the same as everywhere around the world.

I noticed during following of discussions in main room people they are showing their political incompetence, or openly express their prejudice or even express hostility against people from certain regions and countries or against members of other religions. I think that has nothing to do with improving a language.
They use it only to spread hate. I did read opinions in discussions in main room like: "you are welcome as long as you aren't a jew" ... and that was just one of the "politest" comments. Even if the speaker was thinking to make a joke only, something hasn't to be mentioned at all.

Much more we should use this kind of platforms to find what we have in common and not what separates us. Speaking to each other and share experiences and opinions helps us to reduce prejudice and to understand each other much better.
The medium Internet gives open minded persons the best possibility to go in touch to each other.... very easily and efficient. Let's do it!!!

On the wings of an eagle

If you want to dream, fly high in the sky!
Take the clouds like a blanket.
Look at how all the stars shine for you.
Look at the myriad of raindrops;
those all are tears of lovers
whose wishes were not met yet.
But don't stay there too long.
The sun will drive the clouds away
Heaven will send you an eagle,
he takes you on his wings and brings you back
so that you can find happiness on earth.

As long as we are young we think we have a lot of time. But the world turns and time marches on. We get older every single second.

Every year, we make plans. Sometimes we fail, but more often, we succeed and reach our goals.
Often, we ask, "Why waste our thoughts on time? We still have so many years ahead of us."

But NOW is time for writing the book of our life.
When we are old, what can we tell?
Stories about lost dreams? Stories about wasted time?
Stories about places where we have never been? Stories about things we have never learned? Stories about love never lived?
Stories of books that we have never read, dances that we have never danced, melodies that we have never heard?

Have we always thought only of ourselves or also of others?

Why were we never crazy and silly?

Was our life spent just waiting for death?

What will be YOUR story?

It's impossible to turn back time.
We have to go on.
Pointless, wasted time is irretrievable.
Stories you never tell are lost forever.

Be curious about learning; be open to adventure; be hungry for challenges and thirsty for knowledge and new experiences.
Live your desire for love or friendship.

Don't think about failing, but learn from your mistakes. You'll grow with your defeats.

Take a big piece of life, breathe deeply, be happy, and satisfied.

Open the book of your life! Start writing!!!
If you are tired, calm down and rest a bit, but don't stop writing. Sometimes, the chapters short and sometimes long. That's life!

At first, all pages are empty. There are no stories, none experiences.

It's your task, your duty, and your responsibility to fill the pages. Fill them with the stories of your life, share your experience, gain wisdom.
Do fill page after page!

Do you see the pen writing and its ink flowing?
But be careful!!! The pen never stops writing. It's impossible to rewrite or to delete a page. Done is done. Everything is forever and ever.

Oh how much I like the late summer with it's warm days and high sky. The drops of the morning dew shine like brillants in spider webs and the first peaches and apples are ripe.
The first fogs show the fall and the first leaves fall down from the trees.
Last roses are blood-red, to show that they don't want to die, but they have just still some weeks to blow.
The days are getting shorter and the nights longer, it shows us how close the fall is.
Still is the sun warm and I hold my face towards the blue sky and I enjoy how the sun caresses my skin.
The birds will fly to the south, but still they sing their songs here.
I listen to it and I close my eyes. I see the pictures of the summer and I want to keep the time of summer.
The seasons are like our life. Childhood is the spring, the youth shares spring and summer, young adults share summer and fall and older adults share fall and winter.
The year will begin again, after the winter will come the spring, after the spring comes the summer, then the fall and the winter... every single year again ... but we don't get a new life again.
Where are the days and weeks gone? Who took the months and the years?
Where is the middle of our life ... to see we lived a half of the life, now we can live the second half.
The seasons have fixed times, but not the time of our life, but we can leave new life. Our children will live our life further for the coming seasons and years.
So we come back again like birds in the spring, fruits and flowers in summer, like the falling leaves in fall and with white hair like snow in winter.

Grief can be the garden of compassion.

If you keep your heart open through everything,

your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom

(Rumi)

However much I might try to expound or explain love,
when I come to love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations...

Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.
(Rumi)

Everyone has been made for some particular work,
and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
(Rumi)

With the first sun rays ...

 
Outside starts the day, still it's early morning.
I see the first sun rays and I steal a small piece of it.
This ray will be my pen, my tears will be the ink and a cloud my paper.
I want to write a letter, written from my heart and signed with my kisses.
I want to tell him what I feel, how much I love him and how much I miss him.
Oh breeze of wind, take my letter with you and fly as fast as you can.
Open the window, the window of his room, put my letter by his side and kiss gentle his face to let wake up my love, to read my words and to feel my heart beat, to take my kisses and to use my tears to wash his face.
Oh breeze of wind don't dry my tears; my tears on his face; they are tears of love.
Don't leave him now, stay with him this day, and if he misses me, then embrace him tenderly. Let smell him my fragrance and give him my kisses, let feel him my love
and let listen him to the song by an angel.