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The strength of a missus
She knew she was doomed. No mercy, no reverence, no mercy could save them.
But the only possibility she had was to get through the storm she was facing.
She had lived a pink life so far. Full of pomp, lightness and all the sweetness that life had to offer.
But to survive the storm, she needed a strength, a strength that no one would have believed her capable of.
She was quite young, but her flowery, cheerful and tender nature had always made life easier for her and many others, even on difficult days. And so their friendship was for many their strength, their hold and their muse. Even if many people sometimes smiled at her because she acted like a little fruit. Her heart was pure and her face and skin so tender, as if you could smell the powder very close with your nose to her face.
But this time she knew that this storm could cost her her life. Despite all her vitality, despite all her plans, despite all her will. And yet she had no choice.
On the way she met her friend as usual. The friend she met every day and laughed with every day. But she had never noticed how strong her girlfriend was. But strong in her way. As strong as she couldn't have been as Miss Miss. She said, "You can't give up in life no matter what. No matter who cheats on you or who wants to cost you your life. No matter who or what you give up, keep alive. Be strong, hold on to your inner happiness and life will reward you. Even if you suffer today. Because if you stay strong, you choose life."
She wasn't as strong as her missus, but she went into battle and the storm. And lost. But after all this time she won something she had long thought lost - herself. And every day she would think of the words of her friend, with her strength, her hold and her inexhaustible strength, which, even if everything else was lost, would be the only thing left.
EPILOG
Where are the people?
In times of need,
In the misery of war,
Do people help each other.
Where are the people in peace?
There's never peace.
They live in concrete deserts,
Miles away from each other
And only the stars have in common.
The earth is a desert.
But also in the desert
If there are wells, flowers bloom.
As long as it is,
I'll look for them.
The wells,
The flowers,
And the people.
From thoughts like pearls of Elfie A. Vetter
But the only possibility she had was to get through the storm she was facing.
She had lived a pink life so far. Full of pomp, lightness and all the sweetness that life had to offer.
But to survive the storm, she needed a strength, a strength that no one would have believed her capable of.
She was quite young, but her flowery, cheerful and tender nature had always made life easier for her and many others, even on difficult days. And so their friendship was for many their strength, their hold and their muse. Even if many people sometimes smiled at her because she acted like a little fruit. Her heart was pure and her face and skin so tender, as if you could smell the powder very close with your nose to her face.
But this time she knew that this storm could cost her her life. Despite all her vitality, despite all her plans, despite all her will. And yet she had no choice.
On the way she met her friend as usual. The friend she met every day and laughed with every day. But she had never noticed how strong her girlfriend was. But strong in her way. As strong as she couldn't have been as Miss Miss. She said, "You can't give up in life no matter what. No matter who cheats on you or who wants to cost you your life. No matter who or what you give up, keep alive. Be strong, hold on to your inner happiness and life will reward you. Even if you suffer today. Because if you stay strong, you choose life."
She wasn't as strong as her missus, but she went into battle and the storm. And lost. But after all this time she won something she had long thought lost - herself. And every day she would think of the words of her friend, with her strength, her hold and her inexhaustible strength, which, even if everything else was lost, would be the only thing left.
EPILOG
Where are the people?
In times of need,
In the misery of war,
Do people help each other.
Where are the people in peace?
There's never peace.
They live in concrete deserts,
Miles away from each other
And only the stars have in common.
The earth is a desert.
But also in the desert
If there are wells, flowers bloom.
As long as it is,
I'll look for them.
The wells,
The flowers,
And the people.
From thoughts like pearls of Elfie A. Vetter
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When everyday life runs out
As the wind blows through my hair, I feel the scent even with my eyes closed. I am at the sea.
But I don't feel salt water on my skin, nor the cold water that otherwise even touches my soul and lets me float in all its azure facets, as if the moment was infinite, as if there had never been anything else.
No, I'm sensing a little sweet, strong, soft cloud. I feel a flower in my hair, no, behind my ear.
And I perceive a scent that unstresses me infinitely and releases all my tension in me.
It starts very strong and soft at the same time. However, as time goes by it gets weaker. It reminds me of my beloved Frangapanini from the South Seas. But she's not. But it is also a scent, the scent of the tiare, which is otherwise only denied to Polynesian beauties and is also called Monoi. Your secret recipe for beautiful hair and skin. But can't a fragrance also make a person shine in an uncanny beauty?
A soft, slightly powdery vanilla embraces me, comforts me, gives me confidence for the day. And very, very little I also smell it - the flower of flowers - Yling-Ylang. But it melts into a soft, warm finish. It is also used in aromatherapy for relaxing cramps and is usually found in Indonesia or Madagascar.
Suddenly I feel so calm inside, as I haven't felt in a long time. Everything that used to be so annoying seems so unimportant.
And I feel how everyday life runs away.
And when I open my eyes, I know it was all just a scent dream.
EPILOG
Your heart has the size of an ocean.
Go find yourself in its hidden depths.
Author unknown
Thank you JetonToni for this fragrance tip.
But I don't feel salt water on my skin, nor the cold water that otherwise even touches my soul and lets me float in all its azure facets, as if the moment was infinite, as if there had never been anything else.
No, I'm sensing a little sweet, strong, soft cloud. I feel a flower in my hair, no, behind my ear.
And I perceive a scent that unstresses me infinitely and releases all my tension in me.
It starts very strong and soft at the same time. However, as time goes by it gets weaker. It reminds me of my beloved Frangapanini from the South Seas. But she's not. But it is also a scent, the scent of the tiare, which is otherwise only denied to Polynesian beauties and is also called Monoi. Your secret recipe for beautiful hair and skin. But can't a fragrance also make a person shine in an uncanny beauty?
A soft, slightly powdery vanilla embraces me, comforts me, gives me confidence for the day. And very, very little I also smell it - the flower of flowers - Yling-Ylang. But it melts into a soft, warm finish. It is also used in aromatherapy for relaxing cramps and is usually found in Indonesia or Madagascar.
Suddenly I feel so calm inside, as I haven't felt in a long time. Everything that used to be so annoying seems so unimportant.
And I feel how everyday life runs away.
And when I open my eyes, I know it was all just a scent dream.
EPILOG
Your heart has the size of an ocean.
Go find yourself in its hidden depths.
Author unknown
Thank you JetonToni for this fragrance tip.
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The fresh morning dew
When the morning dew
Touched your fingers.
If the freshness of the fog
Your senses are beguiled.
When in the green wood
tropical fruits suddenly appear.
And you the elf with a
Cigarette and vodka invoked.
Yeah, then you know, you have
Aqua di Gio sprayed.
Touched your fingers.
If the freshness of the fog
Your senses are beguiled.
When in the green wood
tropical fruits suddenly appear.
And you the elf with a
Cigarette and vodka invoked.
Yeah, then you know, you have
Aqua di Gio sprayed.
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The grey day
Like waterfalls, it runs out of my eyes. Unruly, incomprehensible, unstoppable.
How just a moment can change a person, a whole life - your whole heart. Like nothing's ever the same again. You're not who you used to be.
When I look out the window, it unexpectedly stops raining. And the world, which until recently was a white winter wonderland, is now dressed in beautiful green and promises a new day and a new life against its will.
In the morning I almost miss the elevator to the subway. But I stop him because another girl in a wheelchair wants to go in with her companion. And of course I missed the subway and I'm late for work.
In the evening I go to my scented pub, the green temple. And actually I already know that I want to test one of the Splashes, because they are on sale and I loved Cucumber very much for a long time.
And for 30 Euros I wouldn't do anything wrong for the price today. When I spray it on, all I notice at first is its detergent freshness. It smells slightly spicy and inexplicable. But at this point I have no idea what depth it should give me.
On the way back from the shopping centre, the wheelchair user and her companion meet me. She recognizes me and against her will she smiles at me and waves. How small the world is. Despite the difficult day I also have to smile and wave to her.
The next day I spray Rain the first time for a working day and look forward to this new fragrance flirt.
Of course I know that the day will be humble, but I would not have thought that it would be so humble. But Rain also helps me to stay calm with injustices. Reminding me not to let myself be lured out of reserve. Knowing that there are more important things to do than give in to some people's bad moods. And it works. Even when the colleague sent a joke mail from my account, I just laugh and say, "well, the other one knew that I didn't write those obscure words for her and she already knows the jokes of the other one."
What did all this get me? Rain has kept my emotions in balance through his pure clean yet spicy manner - and this balance has been rewarded. I unexpectedly got the opportunity to go to a training course that really interested me. Because someone else couldn't and yes I wouldn't have got them otherwise, but hey a gift horse...
And I was happy about the heart of this person (the colleague), who behaves selflessly in contrast to many other colleagues. The person who actually always gives someone something to give his colleagues something good, something from the heart, which does not always have to do with money.
Of course, I'll have another scent flirt with Rain the next day and go to the training. Today Rain is developing a little bit differently because the weather is cold in the morning and I have to think of the statement from Herbstblond, in which she writes that Rain reminds me of the smell of cobblestones after the rain. Because today their words hit like a fist to the eye.
Of course something goes wrong again, no, this time I made the subway, but something unexpected happens and something goes wrong again. And what did Rain teach me - it's worth staying calm. Without further ado I decide to invest 10 Euro in a taxi, otherwise I would miss the whole opening credits. And Voila - I actually find one very quickly.
A black taxi driver in colourful long clothes is the saviour in my distress and asks me where to go and why I am so excited. And I'll tell him everything. He is very nice and above all very positive and says to me: "Look at the positive, the weather is so nice. And you don't go to a job interview, you go to a training course you've been given. This is all so great. No need to be so negative. Life is bad enough already, you have to see the good to keep it worth living!"
He was so nice that he drove me to the front door and I gave him 5 euros tip. He was so happy and so touched that he had tears in his eyes. And with him, I'm equal with.
And when I stand in front of the training building and relax, Rain develops smoky, as if I had lit a cigarette of washing powder. Somehow delicious.
And what shall I tell you the taxi driver was right. Even if life is often not so beautiful, it is worth it to hold on to the bad things sometimes and to concentrate on the beautiful things
Even if sometimes you need a summer rain, sometimes a storm or sometimes a thunderstorm to cleanse your heart and your senses. And even if sometimes it needs a nice person, who opens your eyes for the essential and the positive again.
Because you know, sometimes that's the crucial moment to realize that life goes on. Even if you had already believed that your heart had stopped beating.
EPILOG
The grey day
The day was grey when it began.
Heavy the mind, as dense
Mist.
Gagged the soul to make it
couldn't scream.
The spirit is trapped so that it can
could not liberate.
The day was grey when it began.
The eyes blind so that they
could not see.
The ears deaf so that they
couldn't hear.
The mouth mute, so that he
i couldn't speak.
Then God sent me a friend
and touched my heart,
and gently began to beat it.
And I heard the voice
of the heart.
Began to see the miracle of life,
began to speak of love
to life.
The day was beautiful when it began,
behind grey mist
the tender redness of the beginning
Day rested.
Elfie A. Vetter from the work Thoughts like pearls
How just a moment can change a person, a whole life - your whole heart. Like nothing's ever the same again. You're not who you used to be.
When I look out the window, it unexpectedly stops raining. And the world, which until recently was a white winter wonderland, is now dressed in beautiful green and promises a new day and a new life against its will.
In the morning I almost miss the elevator to the subway. But I stop him because another girl in a wheelchair wants to go in with her companion. And of course I missed the subway and I'm late for work.
In the evening I go to my scented pub, the green temple. And actually I already know that I want to test one of the Splashes, because they are on sale and I loved Cucumber very much for a long time.
And for 30 Euros I wouldn't do anything wrong for the price today. When I spray it on, all I notice at first is its detergent freshness. It smells slightly spicy and inexplicable. But at this point I have no idea what depth it should give me.
On the way back from the shopping centre, the wheelchair user and her companion meet me. She recognizes me and against her will she smiles at me and waves. How small the world is. Despite the difficult day I also have to smile and wave to her.
The next day I spray Rain the first time for a working day and look forward to this new fragrance flirt.
Of course I know that the day will be humble, but I would not have thought that it would be so humble. But Rain also helps me to stay calm with injustices. Reminding me not to let myself be lured out of reserve. Knowing that there are more important things to do than give in to some people's bad moods. And it works. Even when the colleague sent a joke mail from my account, I just laugh and say, "well, the other one knew that I didn't write those obscure words for her and she already knows the jokes of the other one."
What did all this get me? Rain has kept my emotions in balance through his pure clean yet spicy manner - and this balance has been rewarded. I unexpectedly got the opportunity to go to a training course that really interested me. Because someone else couldn't and yes I wouldn't have got them otherwise, but hey a gift horse...
And I was happy about the heart of this person (the colleague), who behaves selflessly in contrast to many other colleagues. The person who actually always gives someone something to give his colleagues something good, something from the heart, which does not always have to do with money.
Of course, I'll have another scent flirt with Rain the next day and go to the training. Today Rain is developing a little bit differently because the weather is cold in the morning and I have to think of the statement from Herbstblond, in which she writes that Rain reminds me of the smell of cobblestones after the rain. Because today their words hit like a fist to the eye.
Of course something goes wrong again, no, this time I made the subway, but something unexpected happens and something goes wrong again. And what did Rain teach me - it's worth staying calm. Without further ado I decide to invest 10 Euro in a taxi, otherwise I would miss the whole opening credits. And Voila - I actually find one very quickly.
A black taxi driver in colourful long clothes is the saviour in my distress and asks me where to go and why I am so excited. And I'll tell him everything. He is very nice and above all very positive and says to me: "Look at the positive, the weather is so nice. And you don't go to a job interview, you go to a training course you've been given. This is all so great. No need to be so negative. Life is bad enough already, you have to see the good to keep it worth living!"
He was so nice that he drove me to the front door and I gave him 5 euros tip. He was so happy and so touched that he had tears in his eyes. And with him, I'm equal with.
And when I stand in front of the training building and relax, Rain develops smoky, as if I had lit a cigarette of washing powder. Somehow delicious.
And what shall I tell you the taxi driver was right. Even if life is often not so beautiful, it is worth it to hold on to the bad things sometimes and to concentrate on the beautiful things
Even if sometimes you need a summer rain, sometimes a storm or sometimes a thunderstorm to cleanse your heart and your senses. And even if sometimes it needs a nice person, who opens your eyes for the essential and the positive again.
Because you know, sometimes that's the crucial moment to realize that life goes on. Even if you had already believed that your heart had stopped beating.
EPILOG
The grey day
The day was grey when it began.
Heavy the mind, as dense
Mist.
Gagged the soul to make it
couldn't scream.
The spirit is trapped so that it can
could not liberate.
The day was grey when it began.
The eyes blind so that they
could not see.
The ears deaf so that they
couldn't hear.
The mouth mute, so that he
i couldn't speak.
Then God sent me a friend
and touched my heart,
and gently began to beat it.
And I heard the voice
of the heart.
Began to see the miracle of life,
began to speak of love
to life.
The day was beautiful when it began,
behind grey mist
the tender redness of the beginning
Day rested.
Elfie A. Vetter from the work Thoughts like pearls
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The handicap
Do you know the feeling when your mood is no longer in the cellar, but almost in hell?
That's how I feel on the day when Nerolia Bianca and I should get to know each other.
It's the day of my long-planned vacation that I've been looking forward to for a long, long, long time, until an event should cloud my joy.
But I will be honest with you: at the moment I am even more sensitive, even more jealous, even more vulnerable than usual. Not to mention being annoyed by the fact But also the ostrich-bird tactic doesn't help on some days.
Anyway - when I'm finally standing at the airport on my vacation, I already have my list of perfumes that I want to try out at duty free in my hands.
The summer edition of Light Blue Italian Zest is even more lemony and fresher than the original and I'm struggling to take it with me. When I smell my wrist I have the feeling to have fallen into the pool and to drink a fresh lemonade. He'll be on the watch list.
But also Limon Verde by Guerlain is so lemony, so fresh, so refreshing that my hand always reaches for it again. But in the end he doesn't convince me. I fall a little in love with Dior's Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet, mandariny in the beginning, fresh, fresh, fresh and then powdery and almondy-like in the end.
But when I then see Nerolia Bianca in the offer for 40 euros, I reach out blindly. Because Neroli was already at the Yves Rocher classic Secrets de Essences Neroli my creepy kryptonite for spraying and that in the hardest time of my life.
Can Nerolia Bianca also give me super powers? I'll try it out and spray...
It is as if a golden transparent veil in the shape of a beautiful orange blossom dress envelops me.
It's so incredibly soft and cuddles up to me - in a clean, almost erotic form, which however nestles up to me so slowly that I allow it.
Not like with the orange blossom with Love Chloe, where I just feel hardcore powdered, almost femme fatalemäßig and lasziv made up and at the end of the musk ox with a sledgehammer on the head a tongue kiss wants to talk me up
No, it's also not like Chloe in Love, although the Petitgrain and Neroli show a slight similarity in the beginning.
Whereby Chloe in Love develops with the typical detergent note and the amber finish.
The difference is that with Nerolia Bianca the ending of the Love Story also remains beautiful. A clean, slightly sweet, noble powder that stays soft and does not choke at the end, like a Boa Constrictor. No, it is a soft powder which remains light-flooded until the end and embraces, strengthens and gives good mood, as well as inner peace.
I must somehow think of Charles Bukowski's words when he said that if you want to clean up, always start with your own heart. Hmm... How true and how much Nerolia Bianca reminded me of all things when I finally came to rest after all the inner struggle through him.
It is almost as if through Neroli I overcome my own inner handicap and find my way back to myself. As if I realize that no critic and no external circumstances can harm you if you have no enemy in you and keep your inner peace and faith in yourself.
Because remember that at the end of the day there is one person with whom you spend 100% of your time, who you like and whom you should make happy - yourself.
EPILOG
If you ever find yourself in a dark place, know the soil is always dark before it grows.
That's how I feel on the day when Nerolia Bianca and I should get to know each other.
It's the day of my long-planned vacation that I've been looking forward to for a long, long, long time, until an event should cloud my joy.
But I will be honest with you: at the moment I am even more sensitive, even more jealous, even more vulnerable than usual. Not to mention being annoyed by the fact But also the ostrich-bird tactic doesn't help on some days.
Anyway - when I'm finally standing at the airport on my vacation, I already have my list of perfumes that I want to try out at duty free in my hands.
The summer edition of Light Blue Italian Zest is even more lemony and fresher than the original and I'm struggling to take it with me. When I smell my wrist I have the feeling to have fallen into the pool and to drink a fresh lemonade. He'll be on the watch list.
But also Limon Verde by Guerlain is so lemony, so fresh, so refreshing that my hand always reaches for it again. But in the end he doesn't convince me. I fall a little in love with Dior's Miss Dior Blooming Bouquet, mandariny in the beginning, fresh, fresh, fresh and then powdery and almondy-like in the end.
But when I then see Nerolia Bianca in the offer for 40 euros, I reach out blindly. Because Neroli was already at the Yves Rocher classic Secrets de Essences Neroli my creepy kryptonite for spraying and that in the hardest time of my life.
Can Nerolia Bianca also give me super powers? I'll try it out and spray...
It is as if a golden transparent veil in the shape of a beautiful orange blossom dress envelops me.
It's so incredibly soft and cuddles up to me - in a clean, almost erotic form, which however nestles up to me so slowly that I allow it.
Not like with the orange blossom with Love Chloe, where I just feel hardcore powdered, almost femme fatalemäßig and lasziv made up and at the end of the musk ox with a sledgehammer on the head a tongue kiss wants to talk me up
No, it's also not like Chloe in Love, although the Petitgrain and Neroli show a slight similarity in the beginning.
Whereby Chloe in Love develops with the typical detergent note and the amber finish.
The difference is that with Nerolia Bianca the ending of the Love Story also remains beautiful. A clean, slightly sweet, noble powder that stays soft and does not choke at the end, like a Boa Constrictor. No, it is a soft powder which remains light-flooded until the end and embraces, strengthens and gives good mood, as well as inner peace.
I must somehow think of Charles Bukowski's words when he said that if you want to clean up, always start with your own heart. Hmm... How true and how much Nerolia Bianca reminded me of all things when I finally came to rest after all the inner struggle through him.
It is almost as if through Neroli I overcome my own inner handicap and find my way back to myself. As if I realize that no critic and no external circumstances can harm you if you have no enemy in you and keep your inner peace and faith in yourself.
Because remember that at the end of the day there is one person with whom you spend 100% of your time, who you like and whom you should make happy - yourself.
EPILOG
If you ever find yourself in a dark place, know the soil is always dark before it grows.
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