Oh, the never ending utopia… To be or not to be (loved), could it go like this? Oh, never mind…
The ever ending love is the ultimate goal.
Be aware that real, mature love includes all kinds of feelings, an ecossystem of sensations. From anger, frustration to tenderness, care, (and of course great sex). All the good and the bad, together, separately, alternately, because real love is like real life: it’s no fairy tale.
The prince, sometimes, is mistaken for the dragon and the dragon, many times, is not as cruel and deadly in real life.
At times it is the king who’s the real bitch and the dragon is just a pet.
Perhaps the prince is a toad, but again, sometimes, a toad is just a toad.
Doubt, confusion, pain: so many unnecessary tears, so many loving kisses under the shiny moon, all gone to waste.
We learn with that too.
The more we love, we fall, we allow, the more we learn.
There are also lazy breakfasts, small unexpected notes of appreciation, little surprises, lovely romantic dates and candle lit home made dinners.
Fairy tales don’t present you that. Real life does.
It’s necessary to pay attention to the details, to read the messages, even the not so hidden ones.
The real prince might be the boy next door, with a beer belly or a six pack (lovely eyes and smile too) and he will suddenly appear and knock on the door to rescue his fragile princess, dead by an enchanted apple or sleeping for eternity because of an unfair curse. Or maybe she is just deep sleeping after a long night of caipirinhas and laughter with her good friends.
She can’t hear the desperate call of her prince charming… But she sleeps to the sound og good music like Jason Mraz, Cold Play or, perhaps, good old Mozart or even better: sweet bossa nova.
If he really wants her, he will insist.
He will knock that door down if he needs to.
And when the time is right it all will happen.
She doesn’t need a crown to be royal.
She needs a good dress and nice shoes, but fats, wrinkles and freckles are also part of her charming package. She is good. Not much, only the absolute necessary.
There is not such a thing as fairy tales.
But love is definetely and absolutely possible.
Not perfect: possible.
We all deserve it but you have to grow up to get it right.
PS: you can check out this and other lovely visual poetries at Galleria Maria, at Mariankatu, 14, Helsinki, Finland
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