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❀ Solltest du Lust haben zu schreiben,
benötigst du Wissen, Kunst und Magie -
das Wissen um die Musik der Worte,
die Kunst , kunstlos zu sein,
und die Magie, deine Leser zu lieben. ❀
(Khalil Gibran)



"Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Paradise Lost"
Eine Bella & Edward-Story, eine mystische, zuerst sehr dunkle Geschichte.
Gewinner des FF-Awards Kategorie bestes Buch 2014.
Ich danke euch. *hüpfimkreis*



✿ Wenn ich einen grünen Zweig im Herzen trage,
wird sich ein Vogel darauf nieder lassen. ✿
(China)



"Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Waning Moon"
Bella in 1001-Nacht?
Dreimal nominiert beim 'Diamond Heart Award 2011'
1. The Diamond Heart: Die beste Fanfiktion aller Zeiten.
2. Beste Romanze: Die Fanfiktion, die euer Herz zum Schmelzen bringt.
3. Marry Me, Edward!: Der Edward, bei dem ihr sofort Heiratspläne schmiedet.
In jeder der drei Kategorien war Waning Moon auf dem dritten Platz! :-)
Danke, ihr Lieben, ich habe zwar nicht gewonnen aber freue mich, dass ich dabei war! :-)



Living every single moment so totally as possible. ♪ ♫ ♪
(Osho)



„The magnolia tree

The year when my love was twenty-one,
I that year was twenty-three
That was the year, that was the spring,
We planted the white magnolia tree.

"This tree we believe will grow with us,
And every year it will bloom anew.
This is our life. This is our love."
And the white magnolia grew and grew...

Oh, youth is a thing of fire and ice,
And currents that run hot and white,
And its world is as bright as the sun...

My love was twenty-one...
And she wore a pony tail
And we went to the movies and wept over ’Ingrid Bergman’,
And I sang ‘As Time Goes By’
(a little off-key, but very sincerely).

And we hurried through our crowded days
With beautiful plans, boundless ambitions, and golden decisions.
There is so much the young heart clamours for,
This it must have; that it cannot live without,
And it must be all or nothing,
For aren't we the masters of creation?

Oh, valiant and untamed were we,
When we planted the white magnolia tree!
And the white magnolia grew and grew,
Holding our love within its core,
And every year it bloomed anew,
And we were twenty-one no more.

No more untamed, no more so free,
Nor so young, nor so wild and aflame were we.
Dearer to us then grew other things:
Easy sleep, books, a day's quiet holiday,
Good talk beside a fire, the beauty of old faces...

We have known many things since then:
The death of a child and the bitter lesson
That a heart which breaks must mend itself again
(And that it can and must be done)

And what loyalty can mean,
And how real a word like courage can become,
And that solitude can be rich and gratifying
And quite different from loneliness...

There is so little the serious heart requires:
Friends, faith, a window open to the world,
Pride in work well done,
And a strength to live in an ever changing world
And still maintain the heart's own private peace...

Dear Heaven, I give thanks to thee
For the things I did not know before,
For the wisdom of maturity,
For bread, and a roof, and for one thing more...

Thanks because I still can see
The bloom on the white magnolia tree!“
(Helen Deutsch)


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