Ani neviem, prečo som to napísala po anglicky ale som proste v "anglickej" nálade. Takže I´m so sorry for that people who don´t know english language...mnoo...sry ludia, kto neviete po anglicky a tiež sa dopredu ospravedlňujem ľuďom, ktorý to budú čítať( aj tak to nikdo nebude čítať, ale veď newa) , za to, že tam môžu byť preklepy a blbá gramatika. Písala som to asi tak ako píšem aj básničky. Proste to išlo od srdca...:) A aj to išlo tak rýchlo na blog...:D
Today, I was in my future house. We need to get some things to the loft so I said I´ll go there. It´s been twice, I was here. I climb wooden steplandder in probably the smallest room in the house. While I was climbing up, I could feel something great is up here. Then I was finally up.
Like most of you maybe know lofts from the movies. The most dark, sad and gloomy place. But that´s in fact the reason I really love it. I just stayed there, doing nothing. I could hear the wind blowing outside, but like it was in the loft. I could hear every sound, only the softest wind, which was coming from the ouside.
I put those things- bags with my child books and toys and left them on the ground on the right side, where were the rest of my old things. I almost got tangle in one cobweb. But I smiled in that idea. Cobwebs in our future house and we´re not living here yet. I will be interest what will be here when they´ll live here. There was just a small light, so I take a torch from downstairs. I wanted to explore every inch of this great place.
I could feel hot. Hot, because there were no windows, and although the wind was still blowing, warm reached every part of my body.
It was strange here. Like I was there the first time. I don´t know why, but I can feel some magical things up in here. Yeah, I´m still dreaming of founding some gate to the past. To the age of swords, kings, queens and war. An of course probably gentle heroes, which would save my life. I´m still a child as you see. Maybe I take bags with my old things back to our flat...:D
I turn on the torch so I can see more. In fact, that there were the boxes and bags, there was nothing else. But it was still magical. For once time I could also feel there was somebody, but than I just said that that was only a wind blowing through the roof and making noice like walk, because there were still some wrappers since when we started to build this house.
Then, I´ve got shocked when I see my figure in the reflection. I was standing there alone. Like I thing all my life I would be standing alone in this place.
I really fell in love with the loft. With my loft. I was only my and no one can take that back. I was imaging that I will arrange it like my "second room". I will bring here some table and some seat. And of course my block and pen. I would write my best poems in here. I would think here about my life about my sadness and it would be my secret place to hide, when I´ll be in bad mood. And, I´m suposed I´ll be in the near future. I could be here alone. And that´s what matters.
But I only hope I won´t be alone for all my life.
Mnoo...:) Ja wim, že nič moc, ale tak vydala som zo seba asi šecko. Papa...
Like most of you maybe know lofts from the movies. The most dark, sad and gloomy place. But that´s in fact the reason I really love it. I just stayed there, doing nothing. I could hear the wind blowing outside, but like it was in the loft. I could hear every sound, only the softest wind, which was coming from the ouside.
I put those things- bags with my child books and toys and left them on the ground on the right side, where were the rest of my old things. I almost got tangle in one cobweb. But I smiled in that idea. Cobwebs in our future house and we´re not living here yet. I will be interest what will be here when they´ll live here. There was just a small light, so I take a torch from downstairs. I wanted to explore every inch of this great place.
I could feel hot. Hot, because there were no windows, and although the wind was still blowing, warm reached every part of my body.
It was strange here. Like I was there the first time. I don´t know why, but I can feel some magical things up in here. Yeah, I´m still dreaming of founding some gate to the past. To the age of swords, kings, queens and war. An of course probably gentle heroes, which would save my life. I´m still a child as you see. Maybe I take bags with my old things back to our flat...:D
I turn on the torch so I can see more. In fact, that there were the boxes and bags, there was nothing else. But it was still magical. For once time I could also feel there was somebody, but than I just said that that was only a wind blowing through the roof and making noice like walk, because there were still some wrappers since when we started to build this house.
Then, I´ve got shocked when I see my figure in the reflection. I was standing there alone. Like I thing all my life I would be standing alone in this place.
I really fell in love with the loft. With my loft. I was only my and no one can take that back. I was imaging that I will arrange it like my "second room". I will bring here some table and some seat. And of course my block and pen. I would write my best poems in here. I would think here about my life about my sadness and it would be my secret place to hide, when I´ll be in bad mood. And, I´m suposed I´ll be in the near future. I could be here alone. And that´s what matters.
But I only hope I won´t be alone for all my life.
Mnoo...:) Ja wim, že nič moc, ale tak vydala som zo seba asi šecko. Papa...
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