Dracula’s landscaping

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A castle with more stories then no other…

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         Although many people are enchanted and tell many stories about Dracula, none of them tell how are the surroundings near his castle. Well I was curios about that. And I had found a beautiful part of nature with a dark side in it, where even the sun doesn’t come in. As you can see in the pictures, it is like the sun it’s outside the forest which is very well guarded by the fir trees. In all that darkness there is so much beauty ..or at least I found it beautiful. The cold stones with lines of water, the tall tress that never end, the beautiful views. Those forests are filled with mystery, hidden places, different smells and a lot of sounds that might drive you crazy if you dont have a good heart. I tell this. Dracula picked out a hell of a nice place to have his castle and enjoy the fresh blood of girls. Would you dare to visit those forests?

 

Photos: Rina

Contradiction

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I am a contradiction from head to toe. I want to smile but I love the taste of my tears. I want to be happy but I search for sad moments. I want to be free but I chain myself in situation and to people. I cry for free time, but I find different activities to fill my time with. I want a family but I love to run alone and free. I want to be a child but I love high heels. I want to taste new things, but I surrender myself with old tradition. I am a contradiction and that makes my days more interesting and alive. For a long time I felt like I couldn’t find my place in the world, but that was only until I realize that the whole world is a contradiction. We only have the idea of plain and simple things, but in fact, the world it’s a contradiction by itself. How can there be so many rich people but so much hunger? How can there be so many good people, but then bad also in each corner? How can there be a night where there is a day? Or a sky you can’t touch when you walk on Earth? All is a contradiction but it all makes sense. So now I feel my connection in this place as I never felt it before..
When I feel my contradiction I can create. When I create, there I am true.

Lust

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               I am so tied up now. And your look makes me want you more and more. I wish I could move now, to come to you, but I can’t. You tied me so hard I can’t move. I’m your slave now. You keep staring at me, licking your lips. Oh how I would love to lick those lips too. The desire is blooming inside me, and my breath is harder by each second. If lust had a sound, now it would be on a maximum volume. You love taking your time, and make me go wilder and wilder. You open up you shirt, but you leave it on. Oh you know how much I love that. Something is growing in your pants and all I want to do is feel it. You take your pants down, oh and that view takes my breath away. You come closer. Your fingers touch my skin, gently, moving and drawing. I grow goose bumps every time you touch me. My legs are tied. My arms are too. I try to touch you, but you stop me; oh and my desire is so high. There is something about you that makes me burst into flames. I couldn’t put a finger on it, but there is. And now I’m into flames. You lay me on my back, with hands above my head, caressing me with your fingers, trying to find unconquered places. Oh, what a night it’s about to begin…

Writing, creating, breathing…

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        Writing for me always was like breathing. I dream of things to write about, I wake up with new ideas, and when I put myself to bed I get up because new words and ideas come into my mind. The hard part is to fall asleep because I always have something new in mind. Thinking about it, I had this since I was a child. It was my only way to be myself, to create and feel true. Writing always gave me an escape from the real world that wasn’t so “pink” to me. I created myself a dream world, where I could escape each time I was alone and safe. In my dream world there was laughter everywhere and children had a childhood. Even now as a ” grown up” girl, I still find myself escaping through writing. Or I put out of me feelings that I wish to forget, or moments that I will always cherish. I am a contradiction with a pen who makes is normal. I am a page that will always ad more lines as the days go bye. When I write, I breath…

DP Challenge of the week

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France and the simplicity of life

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A lovely barefoot picnic at the Louvre Museum

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Ever had the urge of reading outside no matter the people around you?

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There is no better time, then Now to have a beer and sleep in the sun…

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A bicycle, some red wine, fresh baguettes…a french picnic along the Seine

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Gossip Girls in the sun…

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Sunbathing in high heels…

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Everybody has place…

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Never alone with a book, near a river

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Just tired, now and here

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A river with a spice called love…

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Who needs a table, chairs to play cards?

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Waiting for you…

The thing I loved most in France, was the simplicity of feeling alive, free and loved. Any place was good for running in bare foot, for taking a picnic, for reading a book or playing cards. All you needed was sun and love. Love for life, love for feeling alive, love for enjoying the little things in life.  Let’s all enjoy!

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