Happy Easter!

I feel so proud. First, I got the eggs from the ducklings...

Just kidding, I bought them. With my own money. 20 eggs. I bowled them without breaking one!!! And painted all of them, alone, ok, the little kitten helped me bit. I used a turkish newspaper not to cause a mess and put vinegar into the paint. It was organic, so the colors were not that bright, but at least healthy.

And the first ones

Then, I put them in a basket and tried to transport them into the garden

 I put the eggs carefully one by one

 Finally, I brought the basket to the garden

 Heavy basket, I must say. But I wanted to get some sun and to cool the eggs.

 Then, I had to jump down the table.

And to continue painting, because the eggs were not enough.

 Only 6 in organic colors.

 After the same procedure and some hours later, I filled the whole basket. I continued to put the eggs carefully one by one.

 Looked good..

 And I felt happy. Full basket of eggs.

 But...look what happend.

 One of the red eggs was broken.

 But we broke it on purpose - me and the little kitten. Old tradition

 I want to fight further with eggs

Happy easter to everyone!!!

We love only if we are able to love

We love only when we are able to. Love is ability.

A fairy tale for the little kitten and the baby bear

I want to become a great fairy tale writer. Therefore, I will start to learn from the best. And the little kitten told me that Hans Christian Andersen is one of the best... So, I started reading this:
Once upon a time there was a wicked sprite, indeed he was the most mischievous of all sprites. One day he was in a very good humor, for he had made a mirror with the power of causing all that was good and beautiful when it was reflected therein, to look poor and mean; but that which was good-for-nothing and looked ugly was shown magnified and increased in ugliness. In this mirror the most beautiful landscapes looked like boiled spinach, and the best persons were turned into frights, or appeared to stand on their heads; their faces were so distorted that they were not to be recognised; and if anyone had a mole, you might be sure that it would be magnified and spread over both nose and mouth.
 "That's glorious fun!" said the sprite. If a good thought passed through a man's mind, then a grin was seen in the mirror, and the sprite laughed heartily at his clever discovery. All the little sprites who went to his school--for he kept a sprite school--told each other that a miracle had happened; and that now only, as they thought, it would be possible to see how the world really looked. They ran about with the mirror; and at last there was not a land or a person who was not represented distorted in the mirror. So then they thought they would fly up to the sky, and have a joke there. The higher they flew with the mirror, the more terribly it grinned: they could hardly hold it fast. Higher and higher still they flew, nearer and nearer to the stars, when suddenly the mirror shook so terribly with grinning, that it flew out of their hands and fell to the earth, where it was dashed in a hundred million and more pieces. And now it worked much more evil than before; for some of these pieces were hardly so large as a grain of sand, and they flew about in the wide world, and when they got into people's eyes, there they stayed; and then people saw everything perverted, or only had an eye for that which was evil. This happened because the very smallest bit had the same power which the whole mirror had possessed. Some persons even got a splinter in their heart, and then it made one shudder, for their heart became like a lump of ice. Some of the broken pieces were so large that they were used for windowpanes, through which one could not see one's friends. Other pieces were put in spectacles; and that was a sad affair when people put on their glasses to see well and rightly. Then the wicked sprite laughed till he almost choked, for all this tickled his fancy. The fine splinters still flew about in the air: and now we shall hear what happened next.

The Monkey Painter

Well, soon is the April 26th., the Intellectual Property Day. It is a day to celebrate creativity in everything that helps shape our world (from music to arts to technological innovation), and the contributions made by creators and innovators to the development of societies across the globe.
So, I painted on the weekend. To get it done by April 26th.

 Started to draw...

  Big canvas, I must say...

 I like red....The color of love, and passion and jelousy...and agression, but mostly love and passion

 Nice red dress...

 Had to go up again to paint the shoulder...

 And down to paint the arms...

It got really nice, but I got tired...

 So, I went to the garden to get some spring sun and enjoy my day under basil with heart.

I will start to read the fairy tales of Hans Christian Andersen. They are sometimes very sad, but always very beautiful...And next week I am finishing my chef d'oeuvre, my master piece, mein Meisterwerk...

What happened with the little kitten and the baby bear?

First of all, I must say, I hated the finale of How I met your mother?. I hate it. How can you name a story, how I met your mother, when actually it just says that the mother is the second choice and Ted has been always in love with Robin. They screw everything up. Robin never loved Ted. He loved her. And she liked him, because he has been always there for her and put her first. But...Is this love? Is this real love? To love only because someone loves you so much?
A friend of a kitten told her that life is too difucult to be with a guy who is not running after you. And she is right. Life is difficult, when you love someone who is not loving you same way. Life gets difficult, when you give more meaning to a person, who gives less meaning to you. But when you love someone like this...What can you do? Can you force it? Can you wait? Can you hope? Yes, you can try... But at the end, you will just have to let go if you dont want to ruin yourself...You cannot force love...You cannot wait for it...You cannot hope for it...Because...it just happens...easy.

The Return

I was in Madrid for some months. I enjoyed life. In the lost generation.But the time has come. To say adios to the bright Spanish sun. To the guys with big black beards smelling like cerveza and eating small fried fish.
The time has come to return to my friend. The little kitten. It was already waiting for me.

¡Adiós Amigos!

 ¡Adiós Amigos!

Adiós!