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torsdag den 17. november 2011
New blogs and times calls for new tongues
Hummingbirds and Pancakes --> Touching Paris
Sorry, for the cliché title. But it's true. As I suddenly remembered my old blog (this) and had a look at it, I realized that this blog still speaks for my old love. Well let's remove the pink clouds and let some life in!
I have sent my application for STS (Student Travel Schools). The name says it all. Well, they offer educational travelling such as the thing I'm going to do: Being an au pair in France. Now, you got to know that in a month or two this entire blog's concept might crash, because if I don't get the spot I have to find something else to do. Hence the crash of "Touching Paris".
I'm really looking forward to all this. If it really happens, that is.
I have been trying to get into my blogging zone all afternoon, but the last couple of days I've been so goddamn disorientated! I couldn't even find the cake department in the supermarket yesterday (which might not be such a bad thing after all)! So now, I'm sitting down, alone, at home, no tv running in the background, a glass of coke, and Bon Iver's "Holocene" floating in my big headphones. Yet, all of this dealing with my future plans is shaking me to my inner core. People have noticed I'm more in an inner peace (blah blah blah..) and I don't know if this harmonizes with my, normally, open and loud personality. Maybe I'm just finding my balance. Or maybe I'm just goddamn excited and happy. It's sort of scary in an exciting way. For once, thank god!
Sorry, for the cliché title. But it's true. As I suddenly remembered my old blog (this) and had a look at it, I realized that this blog still speaks for my old love. Well let's remove the pink clouds and let some life in!
I have sent my application for STS (Student Travel Schools). The name says it all. Well, they offer educational travelling such as the thing I'm going to do: Being an au pair in France. Now, you got to know that in a month or two this entire blog's concept might crash, because if I don't get the spot I have to find something else to do. Hence the crash of "Touching Paris".
I'm really looking forward to all this. If it really happens, that is.
I have been trying to get into my blogging zone all afternoon, but the last couple of days I've been so goddamn disorientated! I couldn't even find the cake department in the supermarket yesterday (which might not be such a bad thing after all)! So now, I'm sitting down, alone, at home, no tv running in the background, a glass of coke, and Bon Iver's "Holocene" floating in my big headphones. Yet, all of this dealing with my future plans is shaking me to my inner core. People have noticed I'm more in an inner peace (blah blah blah..) and I don't know if this harmonizes with my, normally, open and loud personality. Maybe I'm just finding my balance. Or maybe I'm just goddamn excited and happy. It's sort of scary in an exciting way. For once, thank god!
søndag den 10. oktober 2010
Av av!
Nu var det vidst også længe siden at der blev postet noget somhelst på denne side. Så i den anledning vil jeg update, informere og pladre:
Efter en fantastisk sommer med en fantastisk, fransk, flirtende, flot fyr, (det lyder jo næsten for godt til at være sandt) er han flyttet til Danmark. Og så er det kun 4 S-togsstop fra mig :) Jeg er gladere end nogensinde før, og har lidt denne her kilden i maven. Han har dansk statsborgerskab, dansk bank, dansk telefon og bor i Danmark!
Jeg føler mig så højt elsket, at jeg nu og da fælder en tåre. Hvorfor er jeg ikke helt klar over, men jeg er så glad, at jeg er ligeglad. Nej, ligeglad gør ikke aldrig glad! Jeg føler mig kønnere, bedre og festligere end nogensinde før. Desværre føler jeg mig ikke tyndere, men den kan jeg jo altid selv arbejde på.
Møs,
Fransk forelsket Eide
torsdag den 20. maj 2010
Freedom '10
You keep poking and pushing my inner core
Keep joking with what to me is acute
The soul you think is still for touching
Is now somewhere else in love,
Simply with another attitude.
I find it disturbing the way you talk
In such naïve tongues and tone
Filling your mouth with a credulous taste
And I find it hard to ignore,
To refrain or to leave alone.
"We" is not us or the things in our past
The grip on my wrist calls for a cease
No last nights or looks. No kiss goodbye.
That departing taking place,
Is not needed for me to release.
I love someone in this life
Wondrous to my world and entirely new
My mind can make you non-existing if need be
I now have what I ask for
Just what this heart values.
Do you?...
//Eide
Keep joking with what to me is acute
The soul you think is still for touching
Is now somewhere else in love,
Simply with another attitude.
I find it disturbing the way you talk
In such naïve tongues and tone
Filling your mouth with a credulous taste
And I find it hard to ignore,
To refrain or to leave alone.
"We" is not us or the things in our past
The grip on my wrist calls for a cease
No last nights or looks. No kiss goodbye.
That departing taking place,
Is not needed for me to release.
I love someone in this life
Wondrous to my world and entirely new
My mind can make you non-existing if need be
I now have what I ask for
Just what this heart values.
Do you?...
//Eide
onsdag den 19. maj 2010
Summersick and lovedrunk = Not bad!
Så fik jeg hevet fat i nogle billeder. Bare for at pynte lidt i disse grå tider. Næh, vent nu lidt? Det var jo varmt i dag!
Jeg some troede jeg altid ville være loyal overfor musikken og festerne, har nu droppet festivallen til fordel for Paris. Og nu når jeg tænker over det, så er det ikke så dårlig en tanke. Jeg føler mig som en der kan elske andet end mig og mig. Og det er rart!
On a hot day in the Scandinavian spring,
I kiss and taste the sweet ones.
Cloying and velvet with such a moist touch.
The kisses: I desire yours.
Jeg some troede jeg altid ville være loyal overfor musikken og festerne, har nu droppet festivallen til fordel for Paris. Og nu når jeg tænker over det, så er det ikke så dårlig en tanke. Jeg føler mig som en der kan elske andet end mig og mig. Og det er rart!
On a hot day in the Scandinavian spring,
I kiss and taste the sweet ones.
Cloying and velvet with such a moist touch.
The kisses: I desire yours.
onsdag den 24. marts 2010
Kærester? Ja tak!
Nu skal det ikke være en hemmelighed at mit hjerte er kastet til Paris. Og ikke bare byen. Men til ham i den. Og ham i byen er ikke bare endnu en fransk kliché. For selvom jeg elsker klichéer - gerne i form af et kys i hovedparten af en film, eller andre typiske sager - så er det her noget jeg ikke havde set komme.
Distance er en svær ting! At hver dag sidde og føle, at Gud er det lille onde barn, og du er firbenet der får pillet dine arme og ben af. Så ville jeg så meget hellere finde noget fantastisk langt væk, end det typiske lige på den anden side af gaden. Men igen er der jo lidt kliché: Vores kærlighed er ikke fuldkommen. Ih, hvor er der da et snært af Romeo og Julie over det. Er det nu jeg skal sige at drengen kan lide at læse Shakespeare?
Det er svært i min unge alder af 16,5 år at have noget så langt væk. Og der er da også kommet mange spørgsmål i den forbindelse. At have en kæreste i et andet land er noget gøjl til tider... Men en ting ved jeg: Jeg savner ham!
I miss you when you're gone.
I miss you when you're away.
I miss you when you're not here to stay.
I miss you when times are slow.
I miss you when times are rough.
And when you're here, all the time in the world is not enough.
I miss the way you teach me things
I miss the way you stroke my hair
I know this crap is cheesy as hell! But boy! I miss it when you're not there!
I miss you when my bed is too big.
I miss you when my feet are cold.
But I will rather cry over missing you, than have someone else to hold.
// Eide
Distance er en svær ting! At hver dag sidde og føle, at Gud er det lille onde barn, og du er firbenet der får pillet dine arme og ben af. Så ville jeg så meget hellere finde noget fantastisk langt væk, end det typiske lige på den anden side af gaden. Men igen er der jo lidt kliché: Vores kærlighed er ikke fuldkommen. Ih, hvor er der da et snært af Romeo og Julie over det. Er det nu jeg skal sige at drengen kan lide at læse Shakespeare?
Det er svært i min unge alder af 16,5 år at have noget så langt væk. Og der er da også kommet mange spørgsmål i den forbindelse. At have en kæreste i et andet land er noget gøjl til tider... Men en ting ved jeg: Jeg savner ham!
I miss you when you're gone.
I miss you when you're away.
I miss you when you're not here to stay.
I miss you when times are slow.
I miss you when times are rough.
And when you're here, all the time in the world is not enough.
I miss the way you teach me things
I miss the way you stroke my hair
I know this crap is cheesy as hell! But boy! I miss it when you're not there!
I miss you when my bed is too big.
I miss you when my feet are cold.
But I will rather cry over missing you, than have someone else to hold.
// Eide
søndag den 7. marts 2010
Haves: Forår. Ønskes: Sommer!
The crave for a kiss is tremendous on my arid lips.
I can't possibly wait for the summertime to come!
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