I drank my tea and started to write. To you. To each of you out there who's maybe,
reading this now.
tired from everything.
Lost, even with no reason or because of million reasons. I don’t know.
But I think right here in the end of November it’s time to slow down.
Stop asking questions for a bit and finally start eating chocolate in embarrassing quantities.
This is the time to let it go.
The time when the air moves, and you actually see this,
when in a cats purr you hear a whole symphony, and your favorite warm sweater feels like home.
It’s time to watch gray sky with a bright pleasure. Because without a gray sky you would never know how the blue one really tastes like for your soul.
And someone would say this is depressive, but we, you and I, know this is just a sweet vacuum.
A slow down mood. And you know.
know and love this penetrating sound of the crisp November days. This music is for us.
No one else can express their thoughts so clearly, as November does it.
Sometimes thousands of questions lead you to nowhere.
Sometimes one answer out of the universe changes it all.
This is what we crave for, here in the end of November.
I wish you one answer.
I wish you tons of lightness.
To live with eternally hungry eyes, to have a room for the wind and always to take the sky too much to the heart, as it's something very personal. I will never exchange these skills for anything else. Happy to taste each day, happy to feel the storm, and to enjoy the music of it.
Music is everywhere. Everywhere I go, and in everything I see. And this is mine.
And this is me.
"Let's fly way up to the clouds
Away from the maddening crowds
We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of
Where lovers enjoy peace of mind"
you can turn on the music here ;)
Enchanted world of Wachau. Italian dreams, a wind with a shade of french smile, and Austrian air, let's put this mixture in the wine! Let's celebrate love!
Marlies and Christian met at a wine tasting near Krems, where Christian was one of exhibitors.
"I saw him, and he saw me, and „it was over“. By that moment I knew I would marry this man", says Marlies.
They got married one year later, in a place where Marlies dreamed to celebrate her love since she was a little girl. A special selection of Rosé was produced for their wedding.
And here is our small escape I'd like to share with you, to the silk sunset light, to the dancing dandelions and to the secrets of Love, carefully hidden in a bottle of pink wine.
It is somewhere on the border.
There. Here. Where one chapter has been finished, and the other one has not yet started. And you're dying to know what is about to happen. When you're in anticipation of the dream travel, or coming back home after a long trip. It is when the rain starts softly, but you know it's gonna be shower, when the snow falls for the first time, when the Sun shows up after days and days filled with gray. It is when you recognize the shape of spring in the middle of February. And the air is so-so yours.
Maria & Jürgen
"Holding hands is a promise to one another that, for just a moment, the two of you don't have to face the world alone."
I think I always miss the sea. And maybe sea just misses me.
You should talk to the sea with no words. So that you can hear each other better.
And watch silently as the waves are moving, as the seagulls are going crazy in their freedom and sky, and as the boats are pushing each other in a friendly crowd. It feels like nothing more to wish for.
Sea. And I can nowhere to be found.
Говорить с морем нужно молча, так слышнее.
И молча смотреть, как движутся волны, как чайки сходят с ума, и как толкают друг друга яхты в дружной тесноте. Кажется, что больше ничего и не нужно.
Море, это там где меня не найти.
I remember that wind, dove into my hair and every kiss by the sea. I remember cute houses chatted with each other. And I remember the golden light all the days long fell from the sky, and every early morning it entered my room and penetrated into my eyes, into my soul.
I remember the incredible sunsets when the sky was madly in love...
Everything. Everything is so alive. In a place I'm nowhere to be found.
Я помню этот ветер, нырявший ко мне в волосы, и как целовалось море. И домики, болтавшие друг с другом. И золотой свет, с утра до вечера падавший с неба, проникавший в комнату, и ко мне в душу, и в мои глаза. Я помню эти невероятные закаты, когда небо задыхалось от любви.
И все это такое живое! Там, где меня нельзя отыскать.
When your soul is overwhelmed with the emotions, words and sounds. When you feel so exhausted, and a deep sleep and silence is all what you really want so bad, here comes the sea call.
Because the sea has always something to tell you.
And this is very important - to listen what your own sea says.
Все-таки когда душа переполнена эмоциями, усталостью, звуками и хочется уже только молчать и спать, на море тянет, как никогда.
Потому что морю всегда есть, что вам сказать.
И это ведь очень важно - слушаться своего моря.