Magic

I lose my grip,

I lose my mind,

Can't fight the desire...

Touch...his lips

Hold my breath, sip the light,

Enchanted by the power

Of the magic smile.

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Happy Hollidays

So this year is coming to an end. Even though I really don't like winter, too cold for me, I love this time of the year. I'm a Christian, I dare to say (others could argue that), so these days before Christmas and after, they are magic and blessed (here we go again, magic and blessed aren't two words a Christian would be expected to use in a sentence). I love being home with my family, decorating my flat and the Xmas tree. I feel a little sad, but just a little, when decorating the tree, because I remember my childhood, when my father used to do it. Well, all of us did it, but he'd go to the market and come home with the most beautiful tree. The whole house smelled so nice, fresh, and he'd put it up, and all the lights on it. Then it was our turn, to decorate it, with decorations hand made by my mom... Now he's gone, and it's been a long time since, but I still miss him, especially this time of the year. But let's not dwell in the past. This entry is to wish you Happy Hollidays. Have a very beautiful and peaceful (or eventful if you wish) end of 2009. And let's hope next year will be much better than this one.

Bless you all, Christian or not, may your life be happy and full!

Crys

Little girls, fairy doors and magical dreams

Yesterday was a special day for me, not because of some celebration or appointment, but because of a really nice coincidence. I went to the market, as I usually do. I was checking some potatoes, when a little girl next to me started to shout:
"Mamaie, mamaie, uite, Tilincutza!"
that is: "Grannie, grannie, look, Tinkerbell!"
Her grandmother picked her up:
"What, sweetie, where?"
"Look, look!"
She was really excited and holy moly, I realized she was pointing at me! Her grandmother came closer and I did the same. She reached for my earrings and started to examine them, pulling my ears and saying:
- I like your magical earrings, Tinkerbell! They're very beautiful, and your pink wings with glitter!
At this pont I was laughing, so was her grandmother and a few people around us.
- So you like my earrings - I say.
- Yes!
- Do you want your own magical earrings?
- Yes, yes!
- Allright then, when you go back home, you'll find your own magical earrings there.
- Really?
- Yes.
She was happy and she was clapping her little hands. :) Her grandmother put her back down and I whispered to her where she could buy earrings like mine.
This is the first part of the coincidence. Back home, while on Twitter, Christopher Gorham posted this tweet, a fairy door for his boys, made so that he could bring back home for them a little bit of Ann Arbor. Seeing that, I remembered the little girl again and it made me smile. She made me feel good all day. Wow, how could a child think I was Tink? Haha! I was flattered. And last night, well, my mind combined the little girl plus Chris' fairy door and that's what I've dreamed: a magical dream, with kids, pink wings, glitter, butterflies, and even Peter. But I couldn't see his face, he had the cutest mask on.

In the morning I wanted to go back to sleep again. A little girl+a man and his fairy door+a crazy dream made me feel like child again. And it was so beautiful :))