Life in Pink

The lady picked up the rose her lover had given her a fortnight before. It had lain there for weeks, untouched in her drawer; a thorned, bent abomination, marking his departure.

Mindlessly she started plucking the petals one after the other; her blood-red lips, which had once enjoyed his kisses and showered him declarations, was now a broken record playing a song with only two lines- "You loved me, You loved me not."

Now as she closes the song, two petals were left barely holding on.

And as she softly uttered, "You loved me not", her love seen through rose-colored glasses turned grey when she heard the last petal's clear echo "...loved me not" as it too slowly fell to the ground.

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On a totally different note, here are a few of the La Vie en Rose versions I've found on the internet:
the first was by Daniela Andrada, the second, by Pablo Alborán, and the last by Melody Gardot.

"La Vie en Rose" , literally means" Life in Pink" but can be translated as  "Life in Rosy Hues" or "Life Through Rose-Colored Glasses", was the signature song of French cabaret singer Édith Piaf. The lyrics of the song were written by Édith Piaf herself, and the melody was composed by Marguerite Monnot and Louis Guglielmi. [Wikipedia]

An early spring music treat for myself.

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Said the Passionate (Book) Lover to His Love

Let me unwrap your earthly tunic

And let me enfold you in my arms

All throughout the night

I shall warm your cold body

As I stare at your lovely nakedness.

Making love to you takes me to ethereal places

So let me explore your every corner

Lull me to sleep with your words enchanted

And leave me breathless with every kiss of your pages

While I leave a mark on you so that everyone will know that you're mine-

"Ex Libris".

a 10-minute post by shinarun ^_^

Hi blogger, I'm back~!

It's funny what cold weather and hot champorado can do to my brain. 

Darling, kiss me now

or later, doesn't matter

All of you is mine.

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Barely Breathing

No contentment, no happiness, no fulfillment. I cannot fully master the art of getting by.
Every waking hour, if I even get to sleep, that is, signifies the start of yet another dreadful routine.

I cannot tell you about it now, not yet. But once I get over this phase, believe me, I'm never getting back here again. No one can make me.

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What the Candle Taught Me

Sound of falling raindrops accompany me tonight as I begin writing these thoughts down on the last pages of my Little Prince journal. Electric power had gone out an hour ago and I’m still here on our dining table, settling down as I have just lit another candle so I could continue this solitary activity. And so I write. While staring but for a few moments at the bent candle in front of me.

It amazes me how one discovers great lessons from such simple daily objects- if only one finds the time to look closely. 

I did. And this is what the candle taught me.

Lessons from a Candle

The candle, though bent as a result of poor positioning upon storage, isn’t yet broken. And as long as it’s still a candle, it has a purpose it currently fulfills.

Candles are formed under high temperature. Wax has to be melted and fitted onto the mold for its desired shape to come out. It’s never an easy journey in achieving a goal.

They all come in different shapes and sizes, nevertheless, it’s the wick that ultimately defines why candles are valued.

Candles are celebrations of life and death; they have topped birthday cakes amidst the joyous celebration and they have wept with those who mourn for the passing away of a loved one.

The candle weeps for its death, more precisely, it weeps while its dying. But that doesn’t stop it from burning, from living.

Even after  death, they give life to newer ones. The melted wax never loses its purpose even upon the end of the previous candle of which it once was a (great) part of. The opportunity to be a part of a newer candle is always there.

And the lesson we all know too well- their light brings hope even in the darkest of nights (literally). Theirs are the most reliable when everything else fails, even human technology (Yes, I’m talking about power outage).

Candle burning bright,

Let your fire purge my darkness-

I be pure as flame.

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