That starry-eyed dreamer whose uncertain future seemed so far off, desolated and stormy. Night and day, he used to compose dull pieces which were not valued by anyone, not even by the most miserable beggar. But he did not care at all as he loved art and music more than anything. The beauty and perfection that both art and music transmited were the highest ecstasy for him, as the bliss of surpassing himself day by day. He did not know exactly what his goal in life was, he did not even want to reach the success that many artists long for. He just wanted to live with lots of happiness and in good company for the rest of his life, with his brushe
When you do not know what to say or you are feeling down, do not say anything, do not emit any sounds. Just listen how the waves of the sea crush in the shore, listen carefully to the lovely singing of the birds and the swift heartbeats.
All this collection of music will form the most beautiful melody, a nice song, which will become the sound track of your life, created by a simple, unknown and inexperienced composer.
Something is happening! part 4 by Tiny-girl-1995, literature
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Something is happening! part 4
That reunion, was it because of the destiny? Or by a sheer chance?
I couldn't think properly, but I knew I had to fight to get out of that place alive.
-Ashira-he says suddenly.
I don't say anything.
-Ashira, we have to talk.
- To talk? Talk about what? We have nothing to talk about.
-You're wrong. We have to talk about several things, sweetheart.
-Don't call me sweetheart. Anyway, if you have to talk with me, why do you do it this way? To threaten me by cutting my throath if I move just a centimeter?
-Because if I don't do those things, you will escape, Ashira. But if you don't feel comfortable this way, I can take you to another
Something is happening! part 3 by Tiny-girl-1995, literature
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Something is happening! part 3
That voice.
-------
I remember when, five years ago, after a hard day at high school, I came back home. When I entered, my mother told me that a friend of my father came to stay the whole afternoon with us.
I left my backpack in my roon and then, I went to the kitchen. I said hello to my father and to the weird and freaky looking man. He was probably fourty years, was tall, fat and ugly.
The hours passed. Each second I felt more and more overwhelmed and Iwas feeling too uncomfortable.This man, whose name is Aleksey, had been looking at me since my father introduced us.
I tried to excuse myself several times but it was in vain, Alek notic
Something is happening! part 2 by Tiny-girl-1995, literature
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Something is happening! part 2
I knew from the start that something was going wrong.
I didn't dare to move. Did I really have a knife on my neck ? Or was it just my imagination?
I breathed in deeply again. There was just one way to know if all what was happening was true or a project of my imagination. I moved, only a millimeter. As soon as I did it, I regreted doing so. When I moved, I felt a sharp pain. I could feel how my blood was coming down my neck. Without thinking, I put my hands where it hurt so bad. It wasn't a deep cut, but it was painful.
The good thing is that the knife had disappeared from my neck. I was happy but, as fast as the happiness came to me,
Something is happening! by Tiny-girl-1995, literature
Literature
Something is happening!
Something is happening. Nobody wants to tell me what it is going on. Once more, I'm feeling ignored, excluded by this society.
I have a feeling that something bad is about to happen. The silence in the streets is the one that makes me have this damn feeling. I'm scared, so scared.
Why there is nobody walking on the always crowded streets ? Why there is no light in any house ?
Suddenly I hear a deafening shout. A cry of pain and anguish. A shout I heard not so far away from were I was.
A shiver run through my body in just a few seconds.
What should I do ? To flee or to find out what happened ? Why didn't people go ou
I don't believe in God,
nor in any supernatural beings.
I don't believe in magic,
nor in alchemy.
My resolution for this new year, though
is to trust you,
to believe in you.
You,
who gave me strength when I was down.
You,
who gave me wings to reach my dearest dream.
You,
who taught me what to love someone means.
Time will pass by
and it'll take everything with it.
Maybe we won't see each other in years,
but our friendship will always remain.
Nothing can separate us.
The beautiful memories of the past,
will remain us about never give up,
that we have to carry on and fight
for the people who love us or once loved us.
The memories of the past,
Were engraving
in our sensitives, small
And strong hearts.
The wind would never ever take them with it,
neither the most terrible illness,
Nor Alzheimer's disease would do that I forget you,
for being always that sweet,
for being here when I needed it the most.
The most expensive or sweet gif
Close your eyes as tight as you can
for a split second
And forget about all the bad things
That ever happened to you.
Now open them slowly,
And smile.
Think about everything you want,
Make a wish in this special day.
It'll become true
Because it's your day.
Open that big and tall present carefully
Don't forget to breathe.
SURPRISE !
Bill is in it.
Now dance, laugh, sing
And don't dare to cry.
Just smile and be always happy,
Because you deserve the best
Sweet angel.
That starry-eyed dreamer whose uncertain future seemed so far off, desolated and stormy. Night and day, he used to compose dull pieces which were not valued by anyone, not even by the most miserable beggar. But he did not care at all as he loved art and music more than anything. The beauty and perfection that both art and music transmited were the highest ecstasy for him, as the bliss of surpassing himself day by day. He did not know exactly what his goal in life was, he did not even want to reach the success that many artists long for. He just wanted to live with lots of happiness and in good company for the rest of his life, with his brushe
When you do not know what to say or you are feeling down, do not say anything, do not emit any sounds. Just listen how the waves of the sea crush in the shore, listen carefully to the lovely singing of the birds and the swift heartbeats.
All this collection of music will form the most beautiful melody, a nice song, which will become the sound track of your life, created by a simple, unknown and inexperienced composer.
Something is happening! part 4 by Tiny-girl-1995, literature
Literature
Something is happening! part 4
That reunion, was it because of the destiny? Or by a sheer chance?
I couldn't think properly, but I knew I had to fight to get out of that place alive.
-Ashira-he says suddenly.
I don't say anything.
-Ashira, we have to talk.
- To talk? Talk about what? We have nothing to talk about.
-You're wrong. We have to talk about several things, sweetheart.
-Don't call me sweetheart. Anyway, if you have to talk with me, why do you do it this way? To threaten me by cutting my throath if I move just a centimeter?
-Because if I don't do those things, you will escape, Ashira. But if you don't feel comfortable this way, I can take you to another
Something is happening! part 3 by Tiny-girl-1995, literature
Literature
Something is happening! part 3
That voice.
-------
I remember when, five years ago, after a hard day at high school, I came back home. When I entered, my mother told me that a friend of my father came to stay the whole afternoon with us.
I left my backpack in my roon and then, I went to the kitchen. I said hello to my father and to the weird and freaky looking man. He was probably fourty years, was tall, fat and ugly.
The hours passed. Each second I felt more and more overwhelmed and Iwas feeling too uncomfortable.This man, whose name is Aleksey, had been looking at me since my father introduced us.
I tried to excuse myself several times but it was in vain, Alek notic
Something is happening! part 2 by Tiny-girl-1995, literature
Literature
Something is happening! part 2
I knew from the start that something was going wrong.
I didn't dare to move. Did I really have a knife on my neck ? Or was it just my imagination?
I breathed in deeply again. There was just one way to know if all what was happening was true or a project of my imagination. I moved, only a millimeter. As soon as I did it, I regreted doing so. When I moved, I felt a sharp pain. I could feel how my blood was coming down my neck. Without thinking, I put my hands where it hurt so bad. It wasn't a deep cut, but it was painful.
The good thing is that the knife had disappeared from my neck. I was happy but, as fast as the happiness came to me,
Something is happening! by Tiny-girl-1995, literature
Literature
Something is happening!
Something is happening. Nobody wants to tell me what it is going on. Once more, I'm feeling ignored, excluded by this society.
I have a feeling that something bad is about to happen. The silence in the streets is the one that makes me have this damn feeling. I'm scared, so scared.
Why there is nobody walking on the always crowded streets ? Why there is no light in any house ?
Suddenly I hear a deafening shout. A cry of pain and anguish. A shout I heard not so far away from were I was.
A shiver run through my body in just a few seconds.
What should I do ? To flee or to find out what happened ? Why didn't people go ou
I don't believe in God,
nor in any supernatural beings.
I don't believe in magic,
nor in alchemy.
My resolution for this new year, though
is to trust you,
to believe in you.
You,
who gave me strength when I was down.
You,
who gave me wings to reach my dearest dream.
You,
who taught me what to love someone means.
Time will pass by
and it'll take everything with it.
Maybe we won't see each other in years,
but our friendship will always remain.
Nothing can separate us.
The beautiful memories of the past,
will remain us about never give up,
that we have to carry on and fight
for the people who love us or once loved us.
The memories of the past,
Were engraving
in our sensitives, small
And strong hearts.
The wind would never ever take them with it,
neither the most terrible illness,
Nor Alzheimer's disease would do that I forget you,
for being always that sweet,
for being here when I needed it the most.
The most expensive or sweet gif
Close your eyes as tight as you can
for a split second
And forget about all the bad things
That ever happened to you.
Now open them slowly,
And smile.
Think about everything you want,
Make a wish in this special day.
It'll become true
Because it's your day.
Open that big and tall present carefully
Don't forget to breathe.
SURPRISE !
Bill is in it.
Now dance, laugh, sing
And don't dare to cry.
Just smile and be always happy,
Because you deserve the best
Sweet angel.
Hi everybody! My name's Elena, and I'm from Huelva (Spain) I love reading, listening to music, drawing, writing and do a lot of things! If you want to know anything else about me, just ask. I will answer (I think) Thanks for watching or visiting my deviantart. ^^ If any of you wants to contact with me (which I don't think :P) here you have my yahoo e-mail: elenadazmounard@yahoo.com Awesome people on DA:
Favourite genre of music: pop, pop-rock, rock
Favourite Visual Artist
Bill and Tom kaulitz
Favourite Movies
Mamma Mia, Pirates of the Caribbean, all Disney's movies
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Tokio Hotel, La Oreja de Van Gogh, Ana Torroja, Céline Dion, Cindy Daniel...
Favourite Books
The hunger games, Mortal Instruments, The Infernal Devices, Memorias de Idhún, Think of a number, Shut your eyes tight,...
I got tagged by !JoshiKiana (https://www.deviantart.com/joshikiana)
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Five things about me
-I love singing.
-I'd love to travel all around the world.
-My favourite city is Paris
-I c
As the title says, I need your help!
Does anyone talk Dutch? Or do you know anybody who does speak Dutch?
I'm learning it in my own and I'd like to practice with someone who talks it.
Thank you very much.
Hi everybody!!!!!!!!! :)
Lately I haven't been much on DA, and I won't be a long long time here. I will check out if I have messages everyday, though. But I'm not going to spend a lot of time seeing deviations and stuff.
Anyways, HAPPY NEW YEAR 2012!! Hope this year will be better for you guys, and that your dreams come true ;D
Oh, I also wanted to tell you that I've created a blog.
I'll leave you here the link just in case you want to take a look to it :)
http://dreams-elena.blogspot.com/
By the way, did you have a great time partying? Hope so.
C u!!!! Love you all :heart:
no se si sigas entrando!! pero yo te quiero desear un feliz cumpleaños!!! espero todo este bien en tu vida, que mejore y este lleno de bendiciones para ti ^^ un abrazo fuerte!!