heart coherence going strong
hey lovelies. welcome to my heavenly cheezzi and sensual pastel world. i am pauliina, finnish chick, who has made all of these artworks and writings on here. i am into nu disco and house vibes. if i had a discothèque i would name it dis. my scale in operating goes from being a total psychic crybaby to being the most questionnable stand-up comedienne in the hoods. oh yes, i sometimes foresee things in my dreams. thx for stopping by, have a fabulous day! kiss kiss.
dragons rule yay
hey sweethearts i.e. my readers and visitors on this my very blog lol, how are you doing? i'm very good. very. i'm excited, cause i happened to realize... that i must start learning the hidden symbolism behind dragons. ooo yea. you sure did read it right. crazy, isn't it, but the best things in life are a bit crazy, aren't they?
if you know me, you know that i have been since an early age highly interested in the world unseen... lived in it more or less. if you know me, you know i come from a family in of which "paranormal" was just "normal".
but hey, i was to stick on dragons. you may know everything about them... but what it comes to me, i know nothing.
hmm. when my daughter was small, she kept telling that when she grows up, she will have a dragon tattoo running on her arm. well, i guess there are millions of girls who have dreamed the same, so nothing so new on that. but what was really interesting is what happened when she was four years old.
i was outside with her. i was sitting on a bench busy reading a book or a magazine, and she was busy playing next to me. after a while it came to my mind to ask what was it that she was doing... and she started to explain.
she was holding a wooden stick in her hand and showed how she had drawn a straight line with it, half a meter long about, to the sand. she told, that it was a route for a "firesnake"/"tulikäärme" in finnish, to travel (i was wondering where did she pick that word). she showed how there was food for the firesnake at the end of the route... some little pile of dry grass. how cute was that.
as soon as she finished explaining, you can't believe what happened... a tiny green worm dropped down, most probably from the tree in the yard... and started his/her travel towards the food, exactly from where the route began. the width of the route was perfect i.e. it was like perfectly designed for the tiny worm to travel.
"tuli käärme" can be translated as "the snake arrived/showed up/came up". dragon in finnish is lohikäärme. as we all know, there is fire with dragons so i like to think, that the tiny worm was like a little dragon, as it was called a firesnake.
yep.
true story.
the end.
huh hellettä
(kirjoitusharjoitus: avaa ovi ja kerro mitä näet)
avaan oven.
valkoisen ja kliinisen:
sepposen selälleen
ja
apposen ammolleen...!
herranjestas:
paksua vihreää, leopardin keltaista ja kirkuvaa pinkkiä...
siis mitääää
siis tältäkö sielunmaisemassani näyttää!!!?
viidakolta, joka vyöryy sisään.
haluan piiloutua.
se,
mitä näen,
on kuin yltiöpäinen amerikkalainen maalaus,
tai trooppinen ja kiehtovan ytimekäs musiikkivideo,
jossa kaikki tämä,
on vasta alkusoittoa.
jossa kaikki tämä kertoo,
että elämä taitaa
sittenkin
olla se kuuluisa suuri juhla.
mattapintaisen turkoosin viidakkolammen rannalla
makaa ylisuurten aurinkohattujen alla pienten kangaspalojen;
bikinien, uimahousujen ja t-paitojen ym.
peittämiä kehoja,
jotka säteilevät auringonvalosta uupunutta vaahterasiirappista rentoutta.
aalloilla kovin kiharakarvainen mies notkuu
krokotiililta näyttävän uimapatjan päällä
mangodrinksuineen,
ja
kimaltava nainen,
joka erehdyttävästi näyttää siltä,
että ei ole saanut tarpeeksi D-vitamiinia,
meloo vesimelonin muotoisella
upottavalla uimapatjalla
karkuun kuin
viimeistä päivää.
lilahtavalla taivaalla
lumenvalkeat pilvet välkkyvine prismoineen
peilaavat itseään
veden pinnasta
ja
kaukana jyrähtää ukkonen.
aavistan, kuinka isot, raskaat pisarat
ovat
matkalla kohti.
ilmassa tuoksuu sähkö.
en malta odottaa miten ensimmäinen
lasinkirkas salama iskee.
ei ensimmäiset 100 salamaa,
sillä
tällä rannalla soi
electro.
rasvaset jutut
jos oisin makkaratehtailija niin mun puljun nimi ois
rasvaset jutut
eiks ois loistonimi, sieluni silmin nään kuinka mauton neonkyltti vilkkuisi vaaleanpunaista valoa synkkiin öihin liikkeeni seinällä tai katolla.
listen
in the light darkness of the night
a
softly circulated
move
call it a calling of the dance
inside the
electronic
wave
of
the secretly trendy music
under
a sparkling kaleidoscope
of the bursting colours
of
champagne borrowing its bubbles
from yellowish honey
dance
dance
oi
can you
hear
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