Young Hearts. Run Free.

 (images via littledoe)

The girl found herself stirring her coffee, daydreaming of  wild potpurri thoughts when she came across these beautiful images that made her smile. 

She suddenly realised a smile was the best thing she could wear anytime. 

She tasted her coffee and felt like adding a spoonful of such bohemian fairytale. It was definitely better than sugar.
Her kaleidoscope eyes soon followed her lips and smiled in delight.

She remembered when she was just a little flower child and her parents encouraged her with lovely thoughts before her sleep. 

With the years, she began to sleep with stardust on her eyelashes and strawberry wine kisses on her lips.
It was no surprise that lovely thoughts would arise with this intoxicating celebration of love.

 It reminded her that ´love´ can´t be bought and that ´love´ is the feeling that completes a free soul like her own. 

She learnt that ´love´can be so powerful. Everyting is better if you have ´love´ around you. Any kind of love is good. 

She loved the bohemian atmosphere of those images
and could not ignore the confetti thoughts dancing in her head...

´The nice feeling of a breathtaking, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love,  the sickly sweet smell of crimson crisp apples,  

the memory of chiffon and lace dresses moving freely  like friendly ghosts in the summer, the beautiful floral headpieces that flirt with the wind,

the curious feathers that wink at the sun and the hazy days spent between infatuation, hope and nostalgia´.

All she knew was that she wanted to marry these images, keep them under her pillow and let them shine when dreaming. 

Once again she can´t help but feel like a fairy, a ballerina, a little doe. 

The universe could be playing games with her now but she knows he will help her find her real place in the world when she least expects it.

No crystal ball needed, just patience and an eternal young heart, whispering...

"You´re braver than you believe.

You´re stronger than you seem 

You´re smarter than you think"

The cosmic disorder surrounding her will find its order eventually, 

when she can smile like a little girl and make reality, her `happily ever after´.
Young hearts run free. Life is just another boundary.

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can’t I live in poems?. can´t I live in songs?

 (weheartit, favim, visualize.us)

 

Oh the bitter winds are coming in and I'm already missing the summer ...
Oh sun!, such warm unconditional star that follows me everywhere like a sweet stalker, i miss you really bad.
These days i´ve been cheating on you with the moon, sharing lovely secrets with your sister of the night.
You see, she keeps me calm, i can close my eyes and picture dreams that will come true when i wake up.  
If only nature fed me wise words and confetti thoughts but the universe keeps speaking in tongues showing me weird colors and blurry smoke.
Once again we´re role playing the Alice-Caterpillar talk.
Lately, i spend my days drinking my coffee black with a couple of spoonsfuls of reality.
And it tastes quite bitter cause one is more than enough for me.
 Sometimes i wish that first cup of coffee in the morning worked as my own personal crystal ball and
unveil a little bit of my destiny so that i could sigh properly.
A cup of mystery with a spoonful of magic, a spoonful of surprise and half spoonful of what´s to come.
Every coffee store would sell it and we would all be ordering: -"fortune in cups"-.
I guess i´m daydreaming too much, blame it on caffeine or the cosmic disorder surrounding me.
I know i´m still that girl who wants to dance across the stages of the world but i´m getting tired of pirouetting in messy circles.
There are times when i wonder if the world can support these many ballerinas with their free spirited hearts
 and haunting stardust trails coming off their restless feet like mine.
Call me naive but a hopeless romantic like me will always seek answers in songs while dancing barefoot under the sun.
Music is poetry, my own personal therapy. 
I know i´ll be back with floral linings, glittered love and magical dreamcatchers soon.

I just need to find my lion´s roar inside, expel the dusty feelings and leave this gloomy nostalgia behind.  

A woman in harmony with her spirit is like a river flowing.There is no better sense of freedom than that.

The best we can do is flow reality like the best fantasy.

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