Die Fabelhafte Welt den Schmitterlitter.

Die Manner fragen immer : “what do women want?” und weiss nicht warum,warum schatzen sie ein,dass die Antwort immer kompliziert sein muss…ne ne meine Herren..die Antwort ist so einfach..vielleicht deswegen könnte ihr nicht so leicht sehen? vielleicht sollte die Antwort komplizierter und unbegreiflicher sein,damit ihr besser SEHEN könnte hm??

Ich erlebe und finde es peinlich,wie die Menschen so “egozentralisch” gewesen sind…ja,leider so..man hat immer grösse Erwartungen von einem anderen,aber wenn man auch etwas tun muss…guess what? nix ist los…

Maybe I’m someone with really high expectations..but when I consider what I’m able to make someone happy,then I consider myself as a “giving” person..not a “taking” one…or maybe I don’t deserve anything at all hm?

Such a Valentine’s Day…I remember last year….Ich hatte eine schöne Überaschung aus Kanada erhalten..von einem ganz netten und gedankvollen Mann..was ich ehrlich vermisse,ist “his beautiful mind”…hoffe,dass jetzt dieser Mann glücklich ist..

Heute ist 14te Februar 2010…jetzt ist diese Datum viel wichtiger als früher für mich..weil es jetzt zwei Bedeutung hat…aber natürlich verrate ich hier nicht,”warum?”

Ich wünsche hier jedem “Liebe zum Valentine’s Tag“…zu jedem,der Liebe gefunden hat oder nicht…

Have you ever thought that “murder” is not just a crime against law…it can be also against love…law & love…yes unfortunately there’s no punishment on the earth,if you kill someone’s heart..if you kill all the feelings inside…no death penalty for a little crime…but is it really little??

We are talking here about killing a heart..to take the energy of life off…to take off joy from life..to take the breath away,before the oxygen finds opportunity to be carried to lungs with hemoglobin…how cruel we can be…how easy we break our hearts..how easy we become serial murderers,in the chaos of our daily lives…

We,the ones who are willingly or unwillingly breaking a heart,are responsible for the heart we had killed..we will carry this sin till we die..and when we die,we will be judged in a court,that can’t give us a death penalty -deaths are luckier hm? – but this court has the power to impose the maximum penalty..”burn in hell you asshole“,will say the highest judge of this court…then we will pay the bill for the hearts,the souls,that we had murdered…..

This Heartbreaker tries now to be “clean” again..to be purified from many mistakes many sins she had made…she can do nothing except for begging for mercy..to forgive her..and if not,well it’s said that in hell the time doesn’t go so fast..years will be counted as seconds…

Well…I confess…I’m guilty,your highness..I’m guilty of breaking many hearts…guilty of murder..guilty of murder of love…now..can u just shut your wise mouth and tell me  from which gate I can go to a warmer ( ok ok hotter ) place..cuz in Ankara it’s damn freezing!!!

Vicky Cristina loves you,my readers

“Hey, Logan,” I started as we continued to watch the moon.       
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever wondered why the moon was so lonely?”
“No. I already know why.”
“Really?” I asked, half-asleep against his shoulder.
“Yeah.”
“Could you tell me?”
“Sure.” He shrugged slightly and pulled me closer as a light breeze passed over us. “Many years ago, the moon had a lover.” Ooh, a real story, interesting! “His name was Coacuatchoo. But there was a third spirit that longed for the moon, he was a trickster. So, one day the trickster tells Coacuatchoo that the Moon asked for flowers from our world and to go and pick some red roses, so he did.” I started smiling at this; it’s such a sweet gesture, right?? “But, what Coacuatchoo didn’t know, is that once you leave the spirit realm, you can never go back. So he forever roams the land, howling to his lost love night after night.”
I blinked a few times. “Wow. The trickster’s an asshole.”
Logan chuckled slightly and started messing with my hair.
“Hey, who told you that story?” I asked, curiously.
“An old friend.”
“Did she tell you what Kiwiamatchoo meant?”
He laughed. “It’s ‘Cuacoatchoo.’”
“Right, right, did she tell you what Cuacoatchoo meant?”
“She said it meant Wolverine.”
I paused a moment and leaned further into him, smiling.
“You aren’t gullible, ya know.”
“Hmm?”
“If you knew what Cuacoatchoo meant, then you chose it for your nickname for a reason. The only one I can think of is if you lost your loved one, you think you’re gullible or both.”
He gave me a light squeeze. “It’s a long story.”
“Ok, I won’t ask.”
“What?”
“I won’t ask about it. If you wanted me to know, you would’ve already told me about it, anyway, right?” Logan smiled warmly down at me.
“Come on, it’s getting late. Let’s go inside.” He said after standing up. I nodded and took his hand before walking with him downstairs.

Anonymous…

I’m lying in the cushion in front of the window,
with a blanket on my knees,
I’ve a little fever.

Fields,
      wonderful fields,
                  and Çamlıca hill I can see.
         The weather is so calm.
          Voices echo dreadfully.
        They are cultivating a field next to our garden.

Two oxen,
a man draws in front,
and another man drives the plough from behind.
The earth swells.
The human hand is full of life on the earth.
I am looking in amazement.
Such a hard,
           and extensive work,
how can they do it so easily
                     and so simply.
A large part of earth they have revived since the morning.
What will they sow I wonder.

I shall write it to you.
The evening closes in.
The crows are coming back from the school.
So people would say in my childhood.
Your daughter Leyla says the same.
It’s getting dark.
I lit the light.
Looked in the mirror.
A woman whose husband is in prison looks in the mirror
         always, very frequently.
She needs it more than any woman
          she is afraid of getting old.
She wants to be admired by the man she loves 
       when he gets out,
even if there are thirty years to go,
                                            no matter!
The woman in the mirror is not old yet,
her hair is red
         and her eyes
                    sometimes green
                           sometimes honey coloured…

 ” Just imagine that,you are sitting in the middle of  an amazing,fertile and green garden.This garden was bedeckt with the most wonderful flowers,you have ever seen..This place is pretty silent and peaceful.Just absorb every sensuous gratification of this garden and consider that you can spend your whole time here..

When you look around,you see a red six-floored light tower standing in the middle of the garden..By the door of the tower opens out loud,the quiteness of the garden ruins all of a sudden..A huge three meters and three hundred fifty kilos  Japanese Sumo pops out from the door!

While Sumo is strolling around,he finds a golden chronometer,which was lost by someone years ago…He steps on this chronometer , slides and falls down with a great noise! Sumo loses his consciousness,and lays on the ground silent and still..

The time you think,that Sumo breathes his last breath,he maybe wakes up with the smell of the wonderful yellow roses ..He sums his energy ,hops on his feet and with an instinct he just looks left..He is astonished of what he sees there..At the furtherst place of the garden,he sees a footpath through the rush ,covered by millions of shiny diamonds..

With a feeling he starts tracking this footpath…

This footpath leads him on to the way of “boundless joy” and “eternal happiness”….

———-

Sometimes even from such kind of uncomplicated simple stories we can learn what the real “virtues” are…

In this story “GARDEN” presents “THE MIND”….now I want from you,to figure it out,what the other symbols are..and for which virtue??

“Your vision can only be clear,just if you can look from your heart.The ones who look externally,can just dream..the ones who look internally,can experience the revival…” CARL JUNG..