when she was 15 she woke up every morning at 4 AM, or whenever the sun rose, to watch birds. she knew every single one in her little village and she often fell asleep under a bush or tree in the morning dew.
it was an intense life back then, it was as fresh as you can imagine and it was as sad as you wouldn't expect.
reading and writing about the way the dove, the stork and the eagle were perceived in different cultures and traditions, which role they played and eventually why was her struggle, she struggled and succeeded.
the mystery of nature is something we are very apt to forget in our cities. when birds sing its just birds. it s not further defined because its not important.
right then, move on, it will become important as soon as the chain is broken and we threatened by sth bigger than ourselves.
ravens were the only thing missing, the missing link. she always kept in her mind that she actually wanted to complete her research with ravens. the dove, the stork, the eagle, - it was the raven missing. the messenger of death, the other world but also wealth, - often associated with witches, highly appreciated by native tribes all over the wolrd.
whenever she saw ravens or related birds she would remember the promise she gave herself, the promise to investigate the mystery of the ravens.
the unsolved problem was wrapped with more unsolved problems. pedro, for example. oh pedro, you make me sigh, make my heart feel as heavy as concrete....drugs, abuse, indifference, loss, journey...
the trip to los angeles was a leap into the unknown, born in a cold grey november london morning in 2004. where does my life take me to? will i ever find steady love? will i be right here?
no matter where you go
there you are
down close to third street promenade she saw a guy driving on an enormously high bike, built out of two bikes. in the tradition of her sister she opened the window: hey sexy babe!
usually thats a drive by comment but unfortunately or should i say, fortunately this guy happened to go to the same shop as they went. they both smiled, being aware of the akward embarrassment of the situation...
can i drive your bike?
when you are back.
when she got out of the shop he let her drive. she was good at it and enjoyed the wind in her hair.
toni toni, look, don t you think thats freaking cool?
crazy girl the guy said. crazy girl.
his name is raven.
i am sure they both felt the connection, the smiles were talking their own language....
he invited her to a party he throws on friday. said he maybe would trade a bike like this for a painting (usually would charge about 200 $)
where are you from
berlin
welcome then in california!
she freaked out in the car.
look look she said. thats what i m talking about. this is how my life works. going with the flow and things happen. he is an artist and no matter what, a great connection.
happy she rolls herself together in the back of the car.
raven is his name
raven
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wow danny, you give me the flair of having many people commenting on my blog.
it s just - i dont care about the quality of the comments, i just love the quantity you know - i love seeing the number of comments under my posts...you increased them, i owe you my gratitude.
you must have had a fun afternoon with my wordverification. good job, and thanks again ;-)
love
piranha
:))
As a Ravens fan it is my duty to tell you that they can learn to speak like parrots...
I read several of your posts and I am impressed. Not impressed as in "I am impressed my child for today you learned a lesson" But impressed as in Damn I wish I could write like that!
Loving the Raven post. I also thought that the post on Roots was nice. It is always nice to know that someone can feel compassion and confusion about something that happened so long ago, and yet happens still. Many people can't understand that anger that people still feel today about losing so much. On the flip side, There is still anger for those that were sold out too. The soul of the USA is a lost one I think. Sold out to the devil for it's 15 minutes of fame. ( Hey I feel a poem coming on) Don't get me wrong, I am an American born and raised, sometimes not so proud of the decisions that our government makes, and very embarrassed by the arrogance we display as a society. These natural disasters recently have shown just how fast the arrogant can fall. In spite of all of that I am proud to be an American. I enjoyed your blog, I will be back. : )
MS
I'm glad I boosted your confidence regarding your blog. :)
However, I do apologise for spamming it, I wish I had more to say, but meh...shit happens.
It was a little matter involved HC and myself, he deleted my comments while his responses to me were still in his comment threads. So I decided to spam some of his visitors accounts so he would delete his comments to me. He deleted the comments.
I'm glad you didn't get angry, take care.
from Danny.
you know what danny, i was totally ironic about that.
i think you shouldn't take the bloggersphere and yourself that seriously.
you even don't display a bloggeraddress and, boy, thats all very pathetic and stupid.
i wasn't angry but sort of amused because i thought it was childish like hell.
i don't care whether or not HC deleted those comments and stuff
i hope you continue enjoying yourself
piranha
Wow. I had this whole thing I was going to say about raven, and then this wickywack crap pile of spam from the socially inept just threw me off.
Anyway....
People like you make the world a better place, Piranha. I adore you.
'i think you shouldn't take the bloggersphere and yourself that seriously.'
- I don't.
'you even don't display a bloggeraddress and, boy, thats all very pathetic and stupid.'
- Because I don't have a blog here at blogspot.
'i wasn't angry but sort of amused because i thought it was childish like hell.'
- I agree.
'i don't care whether or not HC deleted those comments and stuff'
- He did, HC and I came to an understanding.
'i hope you continue enjoying yourself'
- I just apologised for spamming your thread, so no...I won't 'enjoy myself' by continually spamming here. Take care.
from Danny.
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