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I am a romantic, because I Love the true beauty which surrounds me and the Love which is in each and everyone of my family, friends and myself. Because I learned in order to love another you must first love yourself.
My personal opinion....the ability to take a simple moment and savor it; to speak without words.......to love another with a passion unmatched. To see the beauty in something others may not and to embellish on your feelings without restraint. I am an Aquarius and an Artist so there is no surprise that I am indeed a romantic............which works out because my husband is not.....so we balance eachother out.
I'm a dreamer......most definitely......but there's nothing wrong with having passion even if it has unrealistic expectations.....and luckily I have found someone who puts up with me, as well as fulfills my needs and "Tragic Idealist" tendencies.
Romance gives the feeling you usually honor yet never treasure and the feeling you always miss but hardly feel and if it is strong enough to intice you the thing you always question but still always want.
Good Question Robert.....I think I would have to say as I get older not so much but as a passionate lovey dovey type I do *need* the romance....."moments" Romance does make me feel whole and after being with the same man for ten years his acknowledgement is my reward and very much something I savor in the moment. He makes me better, his approval is my identity....thats just a level of respect I have for him.....I am not some broken down house wife who bows to her man.. he very much does the same for me.....but I do believe in love being absolute (again some may say unrealistic) . an example of me "searching".......some may say this is a simple campfire but this is how I see it.
It’s just the two of us. The sun has set; the stars have snuggled in above for the night. Our daughter tucked into her cozy bed. The campfire creates a glow around us as we sip our drinks and flirtatiously converse about memories, our goals, and our future. Sitting across from each other; one on each side of the fire, you take me all in. In this moment you get a glimpse of your best friend, you know…..the one you fell in love with. Enjoying the sounds of my voice hearing me laugh and not worrying about anything, or am not stressed for a change. We are really listening to what each other has to say, enjoying each others company. There’s no worries out here, our “to do lists” and money concerns left at home and all that is present a cherry whisky in my hand, a warm fire and the love, friendship and sheer lust we have for one another as the pheromones almost fog the air.
On more than one occasion throughout the night you pause looking at me with that stare of yours. I can see it in your eyes….there it is, that look you give me. I know what it means, but I pretend I don’t. I am enjoying it too much and refuse to let it to end. With all of the elements around us, the earth beneath us, the water from a near by river flowing in the background, the crisp night air, and the radiant fire burning; what a perfect moment.
and there you have it an over the top Tragic Idealist and I am not afraid to admit it.
I do give myself fully...and that can be dangerous.......its something I have battled with my entire life......but it stems from tragic events from my past when regarding men and often I put too much emphasis and expectations on relationships. and yes Robert you make another good point thanks.
Sheena, I hope you don't mind but I looked at your work and I couldn't help but notice the people are either masked or half hidden.... Are you aware of this theme and what it might mean?
thats funny ryan
Oh, romantics exist. Romance, on the other hand, is fleeting. Realistically, life gets in the way. It's impossible to sustain that type of passion that romantics dream of...fairy tales, Hollywood movies, romantic novels.. often channeling those feelings into art.
yes Robert.......you are pretty clever and on to me. I have been insecure my entire life......there I came clean! LOL.....even have an eating disorder, physically abusive relationship and quite the record to go with it......but I have grown up a lot and am slowly slaying my demons as I have a daughter and need to lead by example.......then again I like to look at my art as just being edgy.........but you caught me. and although I SEEM confident and many are intimidated by me it's quite ironic....and I often think "if they only knew". ...LOL and now that I am plastered all over this thread let the pack of coyotes come in and get in their digs while they can.....lol......Art is my sweet solitude and safe place and the only thing I like about myself.
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Don't know what happened to my post with Don Quixote's video...it seems to have vanished :-( Never mind, here's a poem from one of Spanish Greatest Romantic Poet, Gustavo Adolfo Becquer...titled Volverán las oscuras golondrinas (The dark swallows will come back)
The dark swallows will come back again
to build their nests on your balcony,
and once more in their play they will knock
on the balcony windows with their wings;
but those ones who refrained their flight
to see your beauty and my happiness,
those ones who learnt our names...
those... those will not come back again!
The massed honeysuckles will come back again
to climb up the walls of your garden,
and at evening once again, even lovelier,
their blossoms will open out;
but those ones that were soaked in dew,
whose drops we watched tremble
and fall, like daytime tears...
those... those will not come back again!
The burning words of love
will sound in your ears again;
your heart will awaken, perhaps,
from its heavy sleep;
but mute and engrossed and kneeling,
just as God is adored before his altar,
the way I loved you... don't deceive yourself:
you won't be loved like that again!
when I was in an Indonesian hospital with my second episode of dengue fever along with typhoid, strep and melioidosis the doctor told me I shouldn't be alive and if all his patients laughed like I did he'd have a 90 percent success rate.. I was hysterical for some reason and I think it was my bodies way of dealing with it..
I recall you mentioning it in another thread...Laughter has become a therapy and there is the famous case of Norman Cousins...But then again, the Buddhists seem to have known for a long time...
Told that he had little chance of surviving, Cousins developed a recovery program incorporating megadoses of Vitamin C, along with a positive attitude, love, faith, hope, and laughter induced by Marx Brothers films. "I made the joyous discovery that ten minutes of genuine belly laughter had an anesthetic effect and would give me at least two hours of pain-free sleep," he reported. "When the pain-killing effect of the laughter wore off, we would switch on the motion picture projector again and not infrequently, it would lead to another pain-free interval."
Cousins received the Albert Schweitzer Prize in 1990. He died of heart failure on November 30, 1990, in Los Angeles, California, having survived years longer than his doctors predicted: 10 years after his first heart attack, 26 years after his collagen illness, and 36 years after his doctors first diagnosed his heart disease
I remember there were several mystic/healers I would visit in Indonesia and several of them had this nervous almost out of place laugh, like a giggling monk it enabled them to go into their working trance..