Tag: grateful

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Thank You!

Thank you. It is that time again; I want to thank you all for your support and for checking in more or less regularly. This blog is made of music and words. Often, the words are inspired by music and or by my thoughts and life. Thank you for being a part of this. ❤️

Merci. C’est l’heure de dire merci pour votre soutien et pour me rendre visite ici de temps en temps. Ce blog n’existe que pour la musique et les mots. Et souvent, ces mots sont inspirés par la musique, mes pensées et ma vie quotidienne. Merci d’être là. 💜

Danke. Es ist Mal wieder an der Zeit Danke für die Unterstützung und das mehr oder wenig stete Interesse zu sagen. Dieser Blog besteht aus Musik und Worten. Die Worte sind inspiriert von Musik, meinen Gedanken und meinem täglichen Leben. Danke dass ihr ein Teil davon seid. 💚

Merci. Et ass un der Zäit Merci fir d’Ennerstëtzung an den Interessi ze soën. Dëse Blog besteet aus Musëk an Wierder. An dacks sinn déi Wierder inspiréiert vun Musëk, mengen Gedanken an mengem daachdeeglejen Liewen. Merci dat dir en Deel dovun sidd. 🖤

🖤💚💜❤️💙🤍💛🧡🤎

I only speak these four languages fluently, but I want to thank everyone of you, no matter where you are from.

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memory lane

As long as there is cum in my balls and a mind in my brain I will never forget you.

I wrote about this one before but I can’t find it anywhere so I will write it down again. This was said to me. Not written, but said. And I thought it was weirdly romantic. He laughed then, saying that it is our kind of romanticism, and he was right. In the meantime, this man is not a part of my life anymore. We knew the day would come but we tried to ignore it until it was there and he left. Which is okay and his proper right to do. But that sentence there, it keeps repeating in my mind. Over and over again. If it is true, then he will not forget me for a long time. I don’t want to be forgotten. Least of all by him. He who meant so much to me at one moment in time and who still does, who will always do.

When I shared this sentence with a friend, she was disgusted and thought it was very disrespectful. And I wondered if I had rose-tinted glasses on to be happy about these words. Now, a long time later, and these words still get to me and they are still disgusting to other people. For me, they are the ultimate declaration of love.

Funny how people see one and the same thing and feel so differently about it. Or maybe I am just weird. By the way, that same man said to me that he felt abject loneliness without me and that I was the only one who could fill the holes in his heart, in his mind and in his soul. Indeed, he is a writer… but come on… Those are amazing words to hear… Alas, love or an infatuation is not always enough. And I am not a romantic person anyway…

(written in August 2016 and still true)

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Just a comment

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I’m just too proud about this one not to share.
I remember this story very well. I saw the movie ‘Once’ with Glen Hansard and felt inspired. It took me only two hours to write. From the start, I was drawn to that character and when the readers had nothing but praise for the Busker, I knew that I wrote a gem. What touches me about this comment here is that it feels as if I have made an impact. With my words and my imagination. It’s just an amazing feeling.

Link (of an unedited version – there are a couple of typos left in this one):
https://micqu.wordpress.com/2015/06/03/the-busker/