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Sometimes you find things that you can't help but stop at ....

A pair of shoes....

One day there were a pair of shoes inside the door. All alone. Without a living soul nearby.
Can they have gone there on their own? Hardly! Maybe they had self-abandoned their former owner. Dissatisfied with the feeling not fully being taken care of and cared about.

Perhaps they had been put right here with a recurring disappointment that they too rarely had to hang out in the right social circles. Disappointed that they instead always had to spend endless hours waiting together with worn-out jogging shoes, worn sandals or unkempt "suede shoes" before it was time to enter new unknown paths. Even tired of having to wait beside during endless discussions about how the world should change and be made so much better thanks to what "someone else" ought to come and do something about it. But this ”someone else “ seems to ignore taking responsibility for most of it.

Perhaps these shoes m ost of all dreamed of dancing around on a freshly shining dance floor in much finer salons.  Along with a pair of high-heeled couple in deliciously noble skin. Get to feeling of the sensual excitement when the last dance sounded out. And then be allowed to follow along in life where they at night time probably kindly had to wait side by side, waiting while its holders dedicated themselves to an increasingly intense gathering. But what does it matter that you sometimes get set aside. As long as it happens in an environment that you enjoy.

Now this pair of shoes stood here without the feeling to be fully at home. Or knowing why they were here at all. Without one single idea where to go. Because the fact is, you can't take a single step on your own. The only thing these pair of shoes could hope for was a couple of feet with about the same ambition in life that they themselves had.

If that dream is to become real, you must have a lot of luck!

It is spring !

A poetic tribute to the season that carries within us as a dreamy vision during stormy November evenings, ice-cold December days, snowy January nights, frosty February mornings and rooftop March mornings. And finally, it has come. With the same freshly waken surprise among flowers, leaves and branches. At that moment, one can advantageously present these lines as a thank you for wanting to return this year as well.
When the ground is just to be awakened from its sleep
and the winter moved to another place
When the sun's rays are express themselves more loyal
then you want to open up that port as soon as possible
That conceals that nature soon will show
its always equally flower-rich
who came to undoubtedly prove again
that the greenery offers up to guest bids
It shakes in all sorts of branches
and romance appeals new season
Love is something that unites
And give us faith, you only live once
And see how the smallest crop starts to grow
thanks to a nature machinery
that belongs to one of the more complex
and inexhaustible growth industry
Nature gives its magical transformation
for each one of us, and there is free entrance
It is a play with predictable action
which has been a great success every year
It is a gift, so full of desire and attachment
an annual period that everyone receives
Who belongs to this attractive mirage
Is it yours?… Is it mine?… No! ……It belongs to all!

How can this be possible?

How can something be possible that looks rather impossible?
Sometimes it could be, to have a strong wish to get what looks impossible to despite everything become possible. Sometimes it is simply impossible to understand how someone could make the impossible possible. And from time to time it is impossible.  As impossible as it seems, that you must be cheated a little to believe that it might still be possible.
Isn´t that what life is all about.......over and over again. 
To make what seems impossible, to become possible !
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