Prose bites: ME: Of nations and chocolates

NOT an ADD, but try them to know what I mean!

Is chocolate like people, or are people like chocolate?
Do we have to look alike with the sweets we love most?

Well I don't know the answers to these questions, but I just came up with an interesting conclusion just today. It's about these two types of chocolate bars on the pic - the Marabou (Swedish) and the Fazer (Finnish). I just realized that at least according to these two brands of chocolate - the similarity is on nation-wise level. Here's what I mean:

Swedes, as I saw them, are kind of posh, extremely sweet-looking, candy like (especially the guys - not my type really, but indeed very modern) - just like their chocolate - you get onto it on 5th gear, but very soon it gets soOOoooO sweet that you feel like the sugar going to your brain and the last thing you want to see for days afterwards is chocolate!

Finns on the other hand, are more simple - in not too flashy cover, hard to break (the chocolate and the barrier to them;) ), but once you get it started it's hart to stop - the more you have - the more you want. It's not terribly sugary, it's full-milk and the taste lasts and leaves a feeling for completeness! :D

I don't know how you find these, but this is how I see the two brands of chocolate and this might be only scratching the surface of nation's behavior, but then again who said I want to publish a full sociological study? :P


P.S. - No advertisement, no offence and no complementing were intended in this post just no sexual meaning was added intentionally!

ME: Where else?

Where else I can feel free

but in my friend’s smile?

Where else I can find home

but in my mom’s embrace?

Where else I can find strength

but in my dad’s arms?

Where else I can be me

but in your hands?

Where else I could die

and be born again?

ME: 2 in 1

Here I am

on the wrong side of town

by the heaviest chain I’m bound.

Tried to run and to hide

but my feet - 

crippled broken twigs – didn’t take me far.

Tied my flesh down,

here on the ground -

Queen of the miserable myself I have crowned.

But my soul you can’t keep -

flying high, swimming deep,

like a forest spirit my shell it will outlive.

ME: Have you come here for forgiveness?

"Too late 

Tonight 

To drag the past out into the light."

from ONE by U2

Have you come here for forgiveness?

Don’t. You better go.

I don’t know you –

I never seemed to do.

I don’t care for you,

It’s all I’d tell you.

I’m making it without you,

I’m doing rather well.

In past life I used to miss you

now I can’t remember why.

ME: ...

Sometimes I wonder how the hell I was making myself believe for so long that I was happy...

Oh well - it's always a trial and error.

Good thing I found out what happiness means relatively soon and not when it was already too late! And even better thing I had friends to hold my hand along the way...

МЕ: Искам

Не искам да тегля чертите,

Не искам да сравнявам числа, теглилки и мерки,

Не искам да преценявам всяка година като отделна чаша с вода,

Не искам повече раздели и живот през месец, през два –

Искам да тичам под небето към своите мечти, а не да бягам от света,

Искам само да те обичам и сутрин да те прегръщам – 

сънена и с натежала от вино глава.

ME: My 2012 resolution

I will love even more the people I love now and who love me,

I will not miss any more the ones, who did not care enough to miss me,

I will smile more, to make up for the tears some cry out around the world,

I will cry more – for the ones, who don’t know how to cry and how to care,

I will talk more – to the ones worth talking with,

I will keep my mouth shut to the ones not knowing when to speak out and when to be silent,

I will be twice as happy when I can to make up for the moments when I’m lonely,

I will be working twice as hard to make my dreams come true

And I will dream twice as bigger, because without dreams – I’d be lost.

Feel more during 2012 – the pain, the joy, the sadness, the love – this is what will make the year memorable and in the end – we live for our memories and for the others.

ME: Love like blood

Love like blood

is spilling around me,

it runs in my veins

and it freezes in my heart.

Prose bites: ME: Miserable in your happiness; happy in your misery

Night time Kaisaniemi, Helsinki, Finland

He once turned to her in his alcoholic delirium and asked her:

- Do you know why I smoke? – He was waiting for her reaction, but as she just kept staring at him, he went on. – Because I was broke… Flat broke you know… And heartbroken too… And completely mind-screwed, you know…

She sat back in her chair as only then she realized that this conversation was not going anywhere… Or at least nowhere nice that is. Yet, she gave some time to the marinated brain in front of her to clear from the ethanolic fumes and deliver some proper (as far as bar-talks go at least) conversation. No such luck. He kept talking nonsense, insisting how deeply philosophical meaning they had and may be they did, but one had to be near-dead-drunk to get it. Or stoned may be. She was neither. So few sophisticated thoughts blabbered-out-loud later, she stood up from the table, took the last sip from her glass. Her judgment here failed her though – the sip was slightly too big, but she couldn’t stand a minute more there and tried as hard as possible to just look very thirsty.

-   I’m leaving for home. Are you staying?

She didn’t really feel going home alone in the middle of the night and also didn’t want to sound rude and… Oh well, for a second she thought that outside in the fresh mid-March-minus-twenty weather his mind would have cleared dramatically and he’d be back to his melancholic state – melancholic but at least not depressive. The second her mouth spoke out the question, her mind regretted the thought. Now she got lucky – faster than it would have been polite, he said that he’s staying for more. More what? Drinks? Singing? She didn’t care much at that point so she granted him with a broken smile and stopping to pick her coat at the wardrobe, she left.

It was indeed fresh outside. She almost felt her eyelashes freeze. Still it was less scary than she imagined – the streets were bright, the snow was like a ceramic cover on the ground, the sky was full of stars. She decided to take a longer walk ‘till the next bus stop. As she was walking we started thinking.

- You didn’t start smoking because you were any kind of broke. – She thought – you started ‘cause you were looking for something to be dependant on. Before it was the girl you split up with, before this is was the previous job you had and hated, meanwhile it was the unfulfilled dream of being artist, and oh yes – the wonderful air-V guitar that you bought and never learned playing… You’re just addicted to being miserable, to be sad, to be missing something… All of us tend to be depressive at times, but you… You are only happy when you’re miserable! – Yes, she was happy from the conclusion; she got on the bus and went home – happy that she was happy in her happiness…

ME: Love me and hate me

You wanted me to tell you “I love you”,

you wanted me to tell you a thing,

you wanted me to give you my being,

you wanted me a love song to sing…

You wanted me to run away with you,

You wanted me to get lost in you eyes,

You wanted me to dissolve into you,

You wanted me to become you as you are.

I told you I loved you

but it still wasn’t enough

you wanted the whole of me –

part of me just wasn’t going to do.

You hated me as you reached out,

you hated the power I had

to tell you “Don’t want you!”,

to wave you away, all at once.

ME: I could take it all...

I could take it all,

but I ain’t gonna be the same

I changed, for worse,

for there is only hate that’s left.

I could be OK,

but I met you not long ago -

the One I shouldn’t have ever met

and turned to stone forever more.

I wanted out

of the evil spell you had.

I took the gun and fired it at your deceitful eyes –

and here I’m bleeding – shot, but free…

Prose bites: ME: Suomen itsenäisyyspäivä

Siltanen baari... Last year, for the Finnish independence day it was snowing like hell, there was a meter of snow on the ground and I was having a German breakfast with a Finnish friend at that same bar...

How two days are never similar to each other... 

This year I did have Norwegian salmon, there was barely snow on the ground, but at least it snowed a bit, the friend is kind-of-dead, I don't care about it and I met several other friends...

Life on earth is a surprise - enjoy it while you are still on it and not yet under!

ME: Jouluun lumi

Aleksanterinkatu, Helsinki

As snow covers the ground

relief runs through my veins.

Everything’s under blanket of whiteness,

                                                dead,

just to come back to life in a while!

ME: До утре

"— До утре ти ще престоиш.

— До утре! — каза Финдли."

Финдли oт Робърт Бърнс

„- До утре ти ще престоиш…”
- До утре да е… – казах аз - 
Нима си сигурен, че утре
светът ни няма да се свърши?
Тогава твоето „до утре”
ще е до край света
и вечно мой ще си тогава!

ME: Сутрин

В синьо-розово утро

хладен въздух мълчи.

Кафеварката тъжно заплака

с ароматни, гъсто-черни сълзи.

Тостерът плахо въздъхна

с кълбета вкусни мъгли.

В синьо-розово утро

родих се за смели мечти,

в лилаво-червената вечер

ще умра с надежди сами.

ME: Me and my world

What’s wrong with my world,

with my mind and my soul?

My days standing still,

my years rushing by.

My eyes are seeing through you,

my thoughts, blind-folded, sleep.

My hands are searching for support,

my feet are running with the winds.

I build my world up every morning

just to break it down by dusk.

I hate what lives around me

just to fall in love on second thought.

I write a symphony of joy and wisdom

just to play grotesque, false song until the end.

I set my dreams up high to follow

just to bury them into the soil.

What’s wrong with me and my perceptions?

Why I’m always smiling when I cry?

Why I set the world behind me

as I am rushing into its colorful vibes?

Prose bites: An end of a love story

If somehow you're interested in reading a small dialogue between a woman and a man on how their life together did not work as expected, then turn to "A LITTLE TABLE IN THE CORNER". I read it in <Twenty-Five 5-Minute Power Scenes> book by Lena Harris and as simple as it is, it is also very touching... You might have been part of a scene like this yourself, and at least for me - this is what makes it work so well.

ME: And owe you no debt

You had something I wanted,

something I didn’t dare to ask,

something I hung for to you

something I dreamed of day and night.

You left me behind but I managed,

to get what I wanted myself,

to get what I need and without you

to enjoy it and owe you no debt.

МЕ: Не е поезия

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

Обичам те!

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Казах ви, че не е поезия! :)

МЕ: Няма ги цветните лодки

Няма ги цветните лодки

наперено издули платна,

целували вълните игриви

с отблясък в лазур и светлина.

Отплава последната малка

безветрена, самотна мечта,

напусна пристана тъжно

с бърборещ сърдито мотор.

Отлетяха далече и птиците

към топла далечна земя

преследващи дъгите и ярките

вечно цъфтящи цветя.

Оставам тук насред пусто

пристанище и сама

виждам как умира природата

и чакам своята зимна съдба.