Eveline Hanson
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Evelines Thoughts

Start by doing what is necessary,

then do what is possible,

and suddenly you are doing

the impossible.


My home country:

Castle Neuschwanstein

King Ludwig the second

is pure love,
for love
is complete agreement.
_Lope de Vega

Castle Hohenschwangau
in my Hometown

Exitement(Devil''s Postpile)

Be not hurried away by exitment, but say, "Semblance, wait for me a little. Let me see what you are and represent...."

If Love would rule the world we would not need any law''s.

If you have never loved .You have never lived. If you have stoped learning. You have died.
January 16th 2003

(c)Fredrick Leighton
Love makes everything possible and the impossible possible.
(written in my mothers handbook)

The supreme happiness
of life
is the conviction
that we are loved.
Victor Hugo

Widow Kiss

Love is an irresistible desire
to be irresistibbly desired.
by Robert Frost

Too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice.
But for those who love,
Hours fly, flowers die, new days,
new ways pass by.
Sundial Inscription


All bells are ringing;
The sky is so golden
and blue and clear-
and before me lies your letter.
I send you my first kiss, beloved.
Robert Schuhman (1810-1856)
( c) by Waterhouse


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Thema: Memories


The first time I met you

Your eyes gazed longingly,

Tracing my face and body.

I could feel this overwhelming desire

Intensely creeping through me.

Driven by this buring, delicious torment

Imagined to feel the touch of your hand,

The smell of your skin and the trill of your kiss.

Weakened by the thought of expressing

Sufficiently the true feeling I have for you.

Terrified of this enriched passion

Powerless, I store this intense sensation

In my extensive emotional repertoire of live.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson


Tender Touch In the Eyes of Love

Eveline 16.11.2008, 08.50 | (1/0) Kommentare (RSS) | TB | PL


I remember reaching into my toy box with joy,
My little hand grasping my favorite toy.
I would squint my eye to take a peek into
My mystical Kaleidoscope.
Patterns and shapes were ever changing,
With reflections and colors I had never seen.
Endlessly, I would turn and twist
To see the beautiful formation at their best.
There was no grey or black,
Only bright colors and shapes of fantasy.
Thinking back on those times,
I see Life as a Kaleidoscope,
With all its colors and patterns.
I've turned and twisted to find the colors,
Not wanting to settle for black or grey.
There is no escape in Life's Kaleidoscope.
I've learned to cope with the dark colors
As I search for the bright in this twisted world.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson

Eveline 24.04.2004, 06.42 | (0/0) Kommentare | TB | PL


Consciously,  I recollect moments, events,
Unforgettable times that are very dear to me.
Time of joy and laughter.
Found memories of happy times,
Carefully stored in my mind.
I call on these comforting thoughts,
From this wonderful gift of memory,
I open this well retained collection
Avoiding the avenue of unpleasant memories,
Though these events have shaped me in many ways,
And made me who I am today.
The library of my life is rich on experience.
I reach for my remote past, when my soul is in need.
Refresed, after having a drink from the fountain of youth,
I come back to reality.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
(c)J. Waterhouse

Eveline 30.03.2004, 03.20 | (0/0) Kommentare | TB | PL


My heart discerns so many kind of kisses.
From the pivotal first peck
To the inevitalbe soft, warm meeting of lips. 
Sweetness, hunger, passion,
Unexplainable feelings I long to preserve.
A singular bond, a crystallized moment.
Soft, reassuring, a kiss nourishes my soul.
I never grow tired of it.
When it is over, it still lingers on my lips
And lives in my memory.
Words are insufficent to describe the feeling
When soul meet on lover's lips.
There is no taking without giving in a kiss.
A kiss is the naked promise,
A spark that heats my blood
And fires my imagination.
When your lips meet mine, I feel the quite trembling,
The anticipation to engage in a delicious torment.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
Sir Frank Dicksee


Eveline 27.03.2004, 16.22 | (1/0) Kommentare (RSS) | TB | PL

My House!

I like my house with steps so steep
The fence is worn by all these years.
I remember my children playing inside.
They chased tagged and run,
I could see they had so much fun.
The bricks are brown and bask in the sun,
Like warm flaky buns.
Quietly my house lies there, not revealing at all
The secrets they are kept inside these walls.
Some things are worn thin, like the
Threshold, I see my family walking through.
I look back on the years, when my children were small,
Happy moments are kept inside these walls.
Pictures on the wall that made history tall.
The times of pain are locked inside,
Not revealing the sad times.
Like a prophet of old; my house knows things
It has never told, and they are kept within.
Eveline E. Hanson

(c)Thomas Kinkade

Eveline 22.09.2003, 18.49 | (2/2) Kommentare (RSS) | TB | PL

To my Son Howard.

The years we had, where have they gone?
You have been on your own for so very long.
It seems like yesterday that you were born.
Now you have a family of your own.

I like to remember when you were young,
And all the crazy things you have done.
I would not have missed a moment, it´s true,
Thought it was not easy at times with you.

The silver in my hair it is proof of all that;
I like to think; how well I wear it.
You made me laugh in times I was dawn.
With your corny humor, you are like a clown.

You have been the rock I lean upon
When I find life too hard to go on.
I know I always can count on you.
I am so happy that I have you.

I love you my Son!

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson


Eveline 24.01.2003, 01.22 | (0/0) Kommentare | TB | PL

To my Son Patrick.

I´m growing old; when I look back,
The time we had, it went so fast.
It wasn´t long ago sometime
When you needed all of mine.

Now, since you are on your own two feet,
There is very little time you need of me.
I am proud of what you have done
With everything that came along.

You had some hard times in your path
But that is what made YOU, in fact.
The bumpy road you mastered well.
I know my Son; I can tell.

You still have years to come, indeed,
To show how you will succeed.
The kindness and the strength you have,
These are the assets you have earnd.

The trust and love I have for you
Will never end because you are YOU!

I love you Patrick!

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson

March 26th 2002

Eveline 23.01.2003, 01.33 | (0/0) Kommentare | TB | PL

In Memory of my Mother.

No day goes by, that I don't think of you.
The memories are found when I speak of you.
The treasure I keep inside of me
It is the spirit you have left within me.

The wonderful things you used to do,
I passed them on because of you.
My children have learned the value of life,
To give and learn; how to sacrifice.

The strength and humor you always had,
Even then; when times were bad.
The hope and courage you gave me then
Are still in me, ever since then!

I miss so many things you have done for me
And I thank God for my memories.
They are in my heart to comfort me
With your undying love I have inside of me.

As I carry on what you believed,
There is not time for to grieve.
I try to measure up to you
But there was only One like you.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson

May 14th 2002

Eveline 23.01.2003, 00.58 | (0/0) Kommentare | TB | PL

with roses (William  Whitacker)

Beauty enters your heart through all the senses, and beauty grows stronger when more than one of the senses is involved.
Thomas Kinkade

Just like the falling rainbow, Just like the stars in the sky, Life should never feel small.

Pleasure comes from without, and joy comes from within, and it is, therefore, within reach of everyone in this world.
-Bishop Fulton J. Sheen

 Love is a short word but It contains everything. Love means the body, the soul, the life, entire being.
by Guy de Maupassant 

The art of beeing happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
_Henry Ward Beecher

Life is the flower of which LOVE is the HONEY.

In our life there is a single color, as on an artist''s palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the COLOR OF LOVE.


(c)winged anelli

Don''t ever give up your dreams...........
and never leave them behind.
Find them, make them yours,
and all through your life, cherish them,
and never let go of them.