Andrea Gerak: Andrea's Blog

It's very well time to finish my little series about how to avoid failures in choosing your partner... I was quite busy in the last few months with different things, and it seems like I have written up most of the things I had to say about this matter - at least, I don't really have attention on them any more, instead, I am looking forward to the future :-)
But just for the record and to make it complete, here is one last thing that might be useful for some of you - in fact, I wish so much I'd had known this better!am looking into the future :-)
Quick recap of the previous articles (if the links won't work, go here): 
Mistake #1: Different communication levels
Mistake #2: Too different purposes, lifestyles
Mistake #3: Non-supportive partner
Mistake #4: When you don't look, only listen.
This last one below may seem obvious to some people, or may seem totally and revolutionary new to others, even completely unreal to some:
superiority/inferiority
It is simply when one of the partners [...]

As I said in my previous post Imagining where I showed my first ever poem in my mother tongue to those who read Hungarian, there was yet another poem in the making, but in English, just as all of the earlier ones. 
Voila!
DRIFTING
Drifting in your music, Passionate, Ethereal, Ecstatic.
Drifting in your talking, Meaningful, Playful, Caring.
Drifting in your being, Powerful, Loveful, Yearning.
You are drifting me awayTo places I have never seen -Or are these places I have always known, Always wanted to be?
I wonderWhere are you taking me?
Drifting me along...
- Andrea Gerak


Also in Andrea's Stories
My poems:
DriftingImaginingDancing violetsCall of the nightI'll be YouA song is bornWhy did you come to me? It's not too late(for a marriage)Beauty of the world
 

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Been hit by creativity... I have written a couple of poems in the past 12 years, but for some mysterious reason, only in English, none of them in my mother tongue...
And now my very first Hungarian poem was just born! Which is again, a bit mysterious, because in the past decade, I spent more time abroad than in my homeland, I haven't been there now for more than 9 months... Here it is for those of you who understand this strange little language and want to read it.
Tried to translate it into English, but I find it rather difficult: not only technically, having to find the right words in a foreign language, but more importantly, I feel it would lose something from its mood, the spontaneous atmosphere, the feeling I had right then and right there. For me, it is completed, I said what I wanted to say with it - now let's see the next one :-)
Which is already forming, in English again... Back to you soon :-)

My poems:
DriftingImaginingDancing violetsCall of the nightI'll be YouA song is bornWhy [...]

Since my 4 years I have spent in Sweden, one of my greatest experiences was this concert last Saturday: Elisabeth Kontomanou at Huddinge Jazz Festival (Stockholm).
The internationally touring brilliant singer put an outstanding show on the stage, featuring her outstanding vocals conveyed with passion and communication, great stage presence, remarkable musicians and vocalists, songs that gave chills, tears or joy to the audience, making them clapping, tapping, singing along, laughing, or submerging deep in their thoughts and emotions, evoked by the melodies.
A very professional performance and very human in the same time; Elisabeth is a master of keeping contact with the audience in a lovely manner.
Have to mention how respectfully she treated her colleagues on stage: six of them being excellent young talents (three of them in fact her sons!), and despite of that we could witness a few first time performances, such as the opening song, each performer did a great job. Apparently all of them [...]