“The city ever changing, but some things simply remain the same” Gun Roswell
Helsinki, Finland
The city might be small in comparison to so many others, but there is no reason, to neglect and not to check out what it has to offer.
It may lay out there far in the north, but having its own mirth, with old school buildings, surrounded by the blue seas, the pearl of the Baltic Sea in a way, so do, stay for a while.
The gadgets small too, with a more than few sights to see, or then a tour around the city skyline, on a boat small but with terrific views, which ever way you choose to travel, this place, will not leave you in peril.
“I need more time!” She said in an urgent tone “Please, or else, gimme a time machine!” She pleaded, most desperately
Time is always of the essence Time is never on our sides Time is the beast that consumes us Time is the one who’ll save us
What a contradiction is time You can hear it moving by each turn of the chime Oh how I wish I could make it mine Stop it, for a few moments, to feel fine
Time is not the enemy some say Time is just about relativity Time is a friend in need Time is something you really need
When it’s running out, there is a deep doubt Will I eve get there and get my fare share Always battlingagainst it, when I should be embracing it But as I lay my head to rest, I wish time to give me it’s best
“I will need to turn back the clock, as I missed so much and still so much to do” she told the time master “Please grant me at least one use of this machine, and I’ll be the best person ever seen” she promised
“Sorry, little girl.” The master replied, “There is really no consideration to your request.” Adding “Humans cannot fathom the consequences of time travel and I won’t dare you to do so either.”
She looked dumbstruck at the time master. “What a piece of ..” She thought. But knowing when to fold her cards, she left hand bent, kicking some small stones, as along the long and narrow road, she once again started, her battle against, time.
A stroll in the heat, of the hottest of summers Looking, searching, for that perfect place, to stay in and recover All kinds of taverns and restaurants, all of them me beckoning A soothing tall and cold drink, for this utter thirst to be lessening
But alas, there is only one place, right ahead
The one, in the nicest, of cooling shades
And there it is, where I will, so totally spend
The rest of this hot of days. until the very end
“It usually happens, on Mondays, the blues, Monday blues, but now, it’s just every day…” Gun Roswell
Looking out the window Window, with a big frame Frame, so large and pointing to the yard Yard, between the big houses Houses, which are built so tightly Tightly, that you can hardly squeeze Squeeze your tiny self, between the buildings Buildings which are forever growing taller Taller, while me, myself, am growing smaller Smaller, but not that of my dreams Dreams, of the wide open sea Sea, with all the shades of blues and greens Greens, like the forest hardly ever seen Seen only, in my, eternal dreams Dreams, so big, it makes me think Think, if I will ever be able to see See the true forest of green or even the wide sea Sea, where the blues are so cool Cool as the bluest of skies above Above he wide open calm ocean Ocean, which will be never ending Ending only, if I stop, dreaming
When the day begins The garden alive, almost like spring The birds in the trees sing Their song, most likely, of the pending fall As they sit and sing, in the trees tall Sitting, in my solemn seat Watching, the life on display, such a treat With the smells and monotonous sounds Everywhere, to be found
And then, comes, the annoying buzzing As if someone started, really loud humming Breaking, the calming routine of it all Just as I, was thinking, the time had stalled They are so loud, even if their bodies are quite small They fly by, really, really fast Like some kamikaze planes, from the past And finally landing, onto the flowers pretty Suckling in, all the nectar, really quickly Clearly, the harvest time, for our winged friends As their hive, on this precious food source, depend Gathering it all ,with professional precision Then bringing it back, for the queen’s decision As to whom shall be rewarded, with the nectar of gods That scene would indeed, be, an interesting thing, to blog
“Travelling can be such fun, unless it’s not” Gun Roswell
After twenty-five years, it was time to set foot on the island of Crete. Yes, years do fly by so fast, it’s better not to start counting backwards, rather use the safe term “a few years ago”. It was interesting to see, what had changed and what had not. Of course, this wasn’t a whole island trip, rather a one week fun packed package holiday in the midst of the working year. But still, there is no law saying, it can’t be enjoyable. But moving on, the island was lush green, as it was spring time and not too many tourists yet, since it was off season.
So, what is the number one thing to do when in Greece? Go to the beach, of course! What else did you think? Well, a beach, pool, spa, any kind of water source really you can find, and believe you me, there are plenty to choose from. All clear, blues and turquoise shades, some with waves and others more calmer soothing places.
Take your pick on the activities, be that sightseeing while hiking up and down the hills. Go fishing and catch a tall tale (at least). Or simply relax and bathe under the sun (better stay under the parasol if you are from the North like me!).
“A soft and sunny day spent by the Sea” Gun Roswell
Yellows on the rocks appeared suddenly Bursting into bloom, despite the gloom Weather gods throwing snow and ice When all nature was supposed to be nice
But these tiny little yellow buggers They seem like nothing them bothers Sprouting out at will, none of them ill Growing even stronger, day by day still
Even on this hard rocky place Even if the rain pours and the clouds stay The first flowers of spring Will stay just there and swing
Rantings Of A Third Kind 