Anettmarian

I need comfort, but so much
so much lost, so much not there
nothing is fair and nothing is good
but there are the little escapes,
Mini micro so small
in my darkness they
Maxi Macro
and get me through the day
He's there and he'll stay
always there for you
He puts his coat
around my shoulder
I snuggle up to him
and for a moment
i think :Everything will be alright!
Thank you Angels Share for
the little escapes
into a really beautiful world!

And when you kiss me
the world is a little less Sch.....

Your hug offers protection
from the cold of our time.

Your beauty brings light
into my inner darkness

I'm so comfortable with you
that my heart only wants to dance.

I can sink in you
With you I can forget

And finally smile again.
World You can kiss my ass!

Maybe, yeah maybe we are
yes yes again free..... nowhere

No, we didn't like each other, but sooo something about not!
She always gave me the cold shoulder and thus demonstratively showed me the importance I had in her life, namely no ...
Since this kind of ignorance is not good for any ego, I tried first approaches. Since these ended with scratches in my face and hands, I avoided her for a long time and was glad not to meet her
SuSu was the cat of my sister-in-law Liz and lived on the ground floor of our house. She was small, had raven black, long fur, huge yellow-green eyes and talked a lot, well grumbling and complaining and in relation to me snarling...
Liz had been planning an eight-week trekking tour through Nepal for a long time and then the usual cat-sitter fell out.
Only with much reluctance I took over the tasks of the can opener, a porter (we didn't have a cat flap) and the toilet woman
For the sake of simplicity, I moved to the ground floor, made makeshift furniture, turned the kitchen into an office and buried myself in my files. It was summer, so as soon as I came home from work, I opened the patio door so that Madame could get in and out at least in the afternoon, as she liked it.
After 10 days she often sat down next to my chair, later she placed herself next to the laptop, tried it first with hypnosis and then with a conversation ;-) D.
Yeah, what can I say, after 14 days the spell was broken. She now held her nap either in my lap or wrapped around my neck like a scarf while I blissfully listened to her quiet snoring
After the fourth week I waited in vain, SuSu had disappeared.
While Liz was wandering around Nepal, out of reach for me, I wandered around our village every day armed with a rattling can of treats and favourite toys, looking for a cat I didn't really like
Ten days after her disappearance I came back from Photoshop with a huge pile of "wanted posters" that I wanted to distribute and post when I heard SuSu's ranting on the corner:
"Do you have any idea what I've been through?"
She had become thinner, but was extremely lively and talkative and looked very well-groomed. The black coat glowed in the sun and clearly smelled of lavender. But this was not just any lavender, but the noble Mouson Lavender "Nur echt mit der Postkutsche"... A fragrance from my childhood, I grew up with it, almost every older lady in my environment smelled like it.
After an extensive meal SuSu fell asleep next to me while I continued to "cuddle" her with her contented purring.
Only then did I discover the tiny piece of paper wrapped in cling film that was attached to her tick collar. "The little mouse had probably been locked in our summerhouse for a week. I pimped her out and would have liked to keep her. Bella".
SuSu also visited Bella frequently later, the scent was unmistakable. We never tried to reveal the secret about Bella.
Since that unforgettable summer, the scent of lavender has been inseparably linked to the memory of a small, eternally bleating, pitch-black furry nose.

A year and a half beside me the man and his fragrance
so warm so familiar the woody spicy cinnamon-clove vanilla
the perfume as room filling as the man
recently met again
the smell so warm and familiar, the man a stranger

Many years ago my colleagues gave me a perfume bottle for my miniature collection.
Since they presented it to me without the outer carton, I had no idea which treasure I could call my own now
It was the Quince Blossom bottle by Estée Lauder with gold cap and blue decorative tassel and contained 7 ml perfume
Since the miniatures in my collection had to look good, I didn't find it too bad that I wasn't able to open the bottle, so that heaven on earth remained hidden in a bottle for years.
I put it in my letterbox with the other 300 minis. These were regularly dusted, admired from time to time and since taste changes over the years, at some point it was put in a box and forgotten in the cellar.
In the course of my last move, the cellar had to be cleared out as well, with the help of a friend. At some point Biggi discovered the box, examined it and after sharp cries of delight, she reproachfully held the Youth Dew bottle under my nose: "What is that thing doing in the cellar?
With a lot of patience, knocking, hot water and good coaxing we finally managed to open the bottle and I smelled it for the first time: one of the densest, spiciest, most fantastic fragrance bombs ever - opium aside.
Because of the name I had expected a teen fragrance, the bottle suggested a floral content .
But what I was sniffing was an event: intense, warm, oriental, clove, cinnamon, later vanilla and the Peru balsam I loved so much, a hint of patchouli and incense and many more ingredients, which in perfect combination create a special, unique, heavenly fragrance.
I immediately remember the divas of the fifties or the advertising slogan of a refreshment candy: if it is too strong, you are too weak!
This fragrance is mature, the wearer is self-confident, room filling, an event like the fragrance itself.
At the same time RuPaul's dragrace shoots through my head. Who better to embody a diva than a drag queen in her stage outfit? With Youth-Dew she has a fragrance to match.
Probably the following sounds pretty stupid, but I just feel it:
As much as I love it, I do not feel up to or worthy of this fragrance.
I wear it at home if at all, I leave the walking to others, the worthy and the unworthy :-)