I am one of these ...

... little creatures

Bitter

People leave, fear, pull away. Why do I remember backs not smiling faces. We fear, we leave and are taught not to look back. Not to run back, to clasp the hands of those we love, who we fear to lose, but risk to hold. We hold rarely. We walk. We fear.

... says the fool, who left

This is what overwhelmes me when I listen to OP and other anime music

True, anime is fiction. What is fiction? What fuels one's imagination, passion, shapes one's self... . Yes, like everything else anime has a dark side, and yet into my darkness it has brought so much light, made my smile so much more true and sincere. So to me it is not only an escape, a vent, but also sunshine, the warmest I have known on the darkest hours of my life, reminder of wide open blue seas, my faith in myself and my capability to make my dreams real


*Creating this* Animelaulud a list of anime songs :D

In veins

Is it a blessing or a curse to have something .. what clears all storms, dellusions if set before it? Something, what wakes up, stirrs wide awake and sets you face to face with all, what was hidden? Given a mirror, the image left long ago .. a frame remained, a glass shattered, pieces running in veins amidst blood

Raise

A fool dressed in blue and green, lost in realms not existent.

Soundtrack

Rustle the leaves
Take petals from the blooms
Carry it, carry it far
Away, away from all
Be thinner than air
Out of sight
Safe atlast
When breathe in
and out
rise a storm within
rely your wings on this wind
When the hand was raised
crossing the blade
what was born
but only whispers in the winds

Rise

We fall, so we would learn how to stand up. To stand, noticing all the visible and unvisible who gave their hands to help us rise.

ON IRA by ZAZ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IjWHBGzsu4

Translation of lyrics. A beginner's try.



ON IRA ZAZ

On ira écouter Harlem au coin de Manhattan
On ira rougir le thé les souks à Amman
On ira nager dans le lit du fleuve Sénegal
Et on verra blûler Bombay sous un feu de Benegale




On ira gratter le ciel en dessous de Kyoto
On ira sentir Rio battre au de Janeiro
On lèvera nos sur yeux sur le plafond de la chapelle Sixtine

Et lèvera nos verres dans le café Pouchkine




-Refrain-
Oh qu’elle est belle notre chance
Aux milles couleurs de l’être humain
Mélangées de nos différences
A la croisée des destins




Vous êtes les étoilles nous sommes l’univers
Vous êtes un grain de sable nous êtes le désert
Vous êtes mille pages et moi je suis la plume
Oh oh oh oh oh oh




Vous êtes l’horizon et nous êtes la mer
Vous êtes les saisons et nous sommes la terre
Vous êtes le rivage et moi je sui l’écume




On dira que poèts n’ont pas de drapeux

On fera des jours de fête autant qu’on a de héros
On saura que les enfants
sont gardiens de l’âme
Et qu’il y a des raines autant

qu’il y a des femmes




On dira que les rencontres

font les plus beaux voyages
On verra qu’on ne mérite
que ce qui se partage
On entendra chanter des musiques d’ailleurs
Et l’on saura donner ce que l’on meilleur



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Refrain
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Vous êtes les étoilles nous sommes l’univers
Vous êtes un grain de sable nous êtes le désert
Vous êtes mille pages et moi je suis la plume
Oh oh oh oh oh oh




Vous êtes l’horizon et nous êtes la mer
Vous êtes les saisons et nous sommes la terre
Vous êtes le rivage et moi je sui l’écume
Oh oh oh oh oh oh









We will hear Harlem to Manhattan
We’ll redden tea in the markets of Amman
We will swim in the river Senegal
We will burn Bombay in the fire of Benegal




We will scrape the skies above Kyoto
We will feel the beat of Rio to Janiero
We will raise up our eyes to the ceiling of the chapel Sixtine
And lift our sunglasses in Café Pushkin




-Refrain-
Oh this is our beautiful chance
To million colors of being human
The mix of our differences
At the crossroads of destiny




You are the stars, we the universe
You are a grain of sand, we are the desert
You are million white pages and I am the feather
Oh oh oh oh oh oh




You are the horizon and we are the sea
You are the seasons and we are the Earth
You are the shore and I am the sea foam




They say that poets have no flags
We will have days of celebration
as many as we have heroes
We will know that children are the guardians of love
And that there are as many queens
as there are women




We say first encounters are

the most beautiful travels
We see, that deserve only as
what we can share
We can hear the music of beyond the seas
And know, how we can give the best of us



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Refrain
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You are the stars, we the universe
You are a grain of sand, we are the desert
You are million white pages and I am the feather
Oh oh oh oh oh oh




You are the horizon and we are the sea
You are the seasons and we are the Earth
You are the shore and I am the sea foam
Oh oh oh oh oh oh








Me kuuleme Harlemit Manhattanini välja
Me tee värvime punaseks Ammani turgudel
Me ujume Senegali jões

Me põletame Bombay Bengali tules




Me kriibime taevast Kyoto kohal
Me tunneme Rio rütmi Janieroni välja
Me tõstame oma silmad Sixtuse kabeli lakke

Ja tõstame eest päikeseprillid Puškini kohvikus




-Refrään-
Oh see on meie ilus võimalus

Miljonile inimeseks olemise värvile
Meie erinevuste segule
Saatuse ristmikul




Teie olete tähed, meie oleme universum
Teie olete liivatera, meie oleme kõrb
Teie olete miljon valget lehte ja mina olen sulg
Oh oh oh oh oh oh




Teie olete horisont ja meie oleme meri
Teie olete aastaajad ja meie oleme Maa
Teie olete rand ja mina merevaht




Öeldakse, et luuletajatel pole lippe

Meil on niipalju pidupäevi
kui palju meil on kangelasi
Me teame
et lapsed on armu kaitsjad
Ja et on nii palju kuningannasid
kui on naisi




Me ütleme, et esmakohtumised
on kõige ilusamad reisid
Me näeme, et väärime vaid seda, mida suudame jagada
Me saame kuulda
meretagust muusikat
Ja me oskame anda endast parimat



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Refrään
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Teie olete tähed, meie oleme universum
Teie olete liivatera, meie oleme kõrb
Teie olete miljon valget lehte ja mina olen sulg
Oh oh oh oh oh oh




Teie olete horisont ja meie oleme meri
Teie olete aastaajad ja meie oleme Maa
Teie olete rand ja mina merevaht
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Will of the Flame

So .. distance is kept. Everything and every time from afar. The cold lingers. I can not help. I feel cold, so cold. I keep the doors open, windows too and walk over fields, trough forests, cross seas and rivers and still .. only the cold lingers. Probably there is too much wind here for a flame to burn or .. is the flame in fear of burning down this house of wind.

Thus this house must be a house of busy hands and long bookshelves.

Speak

Maybe ... maybe the key is to keep on speaking no matter how loud the roars of the tide. Just keeping on speaking from the heart with the heart of the sea.

Sometimes the real feels like a dream, unbound and wild

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bU9eQDWya6A

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UNoi7HHpLSQ

Bb

Everytime someone dreams a dream from the heart, but with heart lets it go a bluebird is born and this bluebird flies to another heart and there nests, sings, lives.

*I add* - Be a dragon

Frinds ;) from Tumblr

Rosemary

Tears dry. Heart is healed by life. It always is. The most precious lost is given a new form and given once more to our embrace. I have lost people so dear and been given new people so unbelievably like the ones lost. Yes, lost to death. They should have been gone, death as the end, the cut and from there emptiness, empty blank spots never to be filled again ... . And yet .. . Yes, they are not the same, but I recognize that what I have been given pieces, lost puzzle pieces back. Not the whole, the complicated unique, but shards. Shards what my heart had missed, what were bound to my story still unfolding. Given, trancending death. Unbelieveable, but ... my heart knows. So my heart trusts life. It's ups and downs and it trusts oneself, for heart is life. Life is heart.

You

As I have told before I mainly write for my own pleasure .. maybe it is because I can not believe that I have people interested in my writings (because of personal history of certain kind). So - it would make me very happy if I could get to know You, who visit this page, read my writings. Show Yourselves ;)

Be. Fly. Dream Real.
Your's sincerely
Aoi tori

Fly!

Be true. Be loyal. Never lie to yourself. Do not please, but love completely. The blade has not dulled. Yes, I do not know anything. Yes, I am a mess. A perfect mess in a world what is a perfect mess. That's why this is the best way for me to be. Yes, I am lost. But who knows the way anyways? Yes, I am overruled by my feelings and fears. But I face them. Thus my blade is sharp. Yes, I talk too much. Do you know for how long I was silenced? I use my voice, my words. Because I want my swords to rest and my words to learn how to fly above limits, above pain, beyond the void between Us. So ... I do speak in riddles, but from there leave for you to find all of me. Nothing hidden, only shrouded by mist. Be true. Be loyal. Do not please, but love completely.

The Blue Bond

Why had she done it? To escape, to run? Yes, she had ran. Ran away from everything but what she was running away from: her own demons. Will they still help her? All of those she ran away from, the ones she cared about the most. Will the bond last? She thought looking into the vast blue skies, took a breath and picked up her sword. Grasping it tight she walked over the edge to face ... herself.

*_* a.k.a Full

Once she said those words she could not go back. She had come all that way and now there was no return. All had changed. Everything. She now stood in the middle of vast emptiness, waving and waging around her. Empty, yet she tasted salt on her lips. She was full of sea, she no more knew if she was a ship lost in the storm or the storm herself. All she could do was to let go and fall, fall so deep that nothing could be seen again and there to see it all. Down there was madness, and she seeked no happiness. She had never thought of happiness, happiness was one of the things she thought she had lost, lost so long ago. Now after coming all this way she was falling into arms, that catch her and where are the depths now? There are only these arms, this warmth. Still, she was falling, deeper and deeper... to find so much more than she ever imagined. In the emptiness things illuminated, so many, so bright, so beautiful. How much love there was already, had been for such a long time. Yes, she had known of it, but now she felt it with every cell, every bit of her being. Immersed in this feeling, filled to the brim she cryied tears of joy, whilst held warm and tight.