If My Heart Pumps Bubbles Instead

If my heart pumps bubbles instead of blood,

Not only would the oh oh turn into a be be

But my mind would also bubble up with bliss

as the mere idea of You emerges every time

I breathe in…

If my heart pumps bubbles instead,

Then I’d rather want to take a look inside

And go for a discovery journey, on a private

bubble boat…only to bump into other bubbles

there and see through the prismic crowds of

Bubble Land…

If my heart pumps bubbles,

It would light up with colors

Yet remain so transparent.

It might have got used to being broken,

along with every breaking bubble.

If my heart pumps bubbles instead of blood,

It would dare to fly out of its universe…

Along with the air leaving the bubble system

Only to come back to its only universe

And cherish the heavens that created

That bloody heart of mine-

without a single bubble!

 

Two "Cecilia Ahern" Book Reviews

The Book of Tomorrow is just another page-turner by Cecelia Ahern after the famous PS, I Love You. Devoured in one sitting, this heartfelt novel made the everyday sprinkle with the magic of wild humor and heartbreak to tangle up in two themes: True love never dies and dealing with loss makes you stronger. The Book of Tomorrow reveals how going back to the basics is the healthiest; how not identifying one’s self with possessions is the way to preserve the innocence of spirit. It manifests how tomorrow can lead us to live a better today. It never occurred to me that receiving such a birthday gift will make me think of tomorrow as today’s gift- and one that I choose for myself today. 

Here is a good part:

“… Many won’t struggle to believe it, though, for their minds have been opened; unlocked by whatever kind of key causes people to believe. Those people are either born that way, or, as babies, when their minds are like little buds, they are nurtured until their petals slowly open and prepare for the very nature of life to feed them. As the rain falls and the sun shines, they grow, grow, grow; minds so open, they go through life aware and accepting, seeing light where there’s dark, seeing possibility in dead ends, tasting victory as others spit out failure, questioning when others accept.  …Some people’s minds open later in life, through tragedy or triumph. Either thing acting as the key to unlatch and lift the lid on that know-it-all box, to accept the unknown, to say goodbye to pragmatism and straight lines.

But then there are those whose minds are merely a bouquet of stalks, which bud as they learn new information – a new bud for a new fact – but yet they never open, never flourish. They are the people of capital letters and full stops, but never of question marks and ellipses …”

Cecelia Ahern’s middle name is warmth and magic. That’s what this beautiful author shows through the experiences of the main character, Elizabeth, in the book of “If You Could See Me Now”. Elizabeth’s heart is kept away from the pain and hurt she has gone through in the past by keeping life under control through order and precision. But what if love was there in front of her- and she just couldn’t see it? It was Ivan…who has magically crept into her world, or better say, has actually become her world; her world that has totally changed since then…

Here's another good part:

"Most meteors from a common meteor shower are parallel to one another. They appear to emerge fro the same point in t sky called "the radiant" and they travel in all directions from this point. Stars are like people. Just because they appear to emerge from the same point doesn't mean that they do. This is an illusion of perspective created by distance. Not all families manage to hold it together. Everyone moves in different directions. That we all emerge from the same point is a misconception; to travel in different directions is the very nature of every being and every existing thing."

Pecha Kucka Part I

Slide: Talk, explain, dive into the colors, the cries, the words - just a few...

        

         Joy, dreams, laughs, while doubt striding around in silver,

         were dancing in red and mighty white,

         filling the heart with roses, washed with purity.
         Then silver doubt washes away the three...
         For there happens to be:
         Another slide.

Slide: Silence       

         Shhh...

         Shadow

         Reality
         Watch:
         the silence
         the shadow
         the reality

         Colors? No colors. They were in the dream.
         Music? Yes, music. It creates a lovely beam.
         Beam as in smile?
         Beam as in twilight?
         Just a beam

         As in music.

Slide: Baby black

         Baby bag
         Baby face
         Baby talk? No.
         Baby cries
         Baby toys
         Baby: Blue

Slide: Passion fruit


         Charming and sweet
         Music, more and loud
         Beams of light and words
         Beats of music and the heart

         And colors of fall and passion

         And colors of transit...
         And colors of 11 and 7.

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Slide 1- Part II: 1 Lotus

                        2 Orchids
                        ...and many Roses
                        and butterflies in interactive design