Rainbow Child

I’m not going to tell you how much fun I had yesterday.

I’m not going to tell you that Laura painted a bead for me.
I’m not going to tell you that the bead has a sun, a cloud and rain, and a rainbow on it.
I’m not going to tell you I really love the bead and I’m grateful for having such great friends!
I’m not going to tell you how Laura always manages to bring me down to earth and how she makes me see things just the way they are, not as I’d like them to be.
I’m not going to tell you that the moment she leaves, I’m my old self again: gullible, daydreamer, idealistic, stupid.

I’m not going to tell you I never made it to the literature festival, but I went to a book release instead and it was awesome!
I’m not going to tell you I really enjoyed the movie.
I’m not going to tell you that the last time I went to the cinema was almost 2 years ago.

I’m not going to tell you I was playing with the string the bead was on and I lost the bead.
I’m not going to tell you I stayed in the cinema and looked for my bead.
I’m not going to tell you I almost started crying cause I lost my bead, but then I found it!
I’m not going to tell you how happy I was afterwards!

I’m not going to tell you how I asked a French guy who was sitting next to us to draw a ladybird for me.
I’m not going to tell you how me and Adi found a Kumm sticker on a wall in the tube station and Adi took it for me cause I’m clumsy and I wouldn’t have been able to do it without tearing it.

I’m not going to tell you I *again* felt the need for a change and, so as not to cut my hair, I renamed two of the categories on my blog.
I’m not going to tell you how wonderful The unbearable lightness of being by Milan Kundera is.
I’m not going to tell you that my room, my hands and my bags smell of oranges.

I’m not going to tell you I love the new Travka album!!!
I’m not going to tell you I’m going to the Pink Martini concert tonight.

I’m not going to tell you that after… I listend to Just like heaven for 511 times
I’m not going to tell you that tea doesn’t taste the same without…
I’m not going to tell you I miss…
I’m not going to think about….