I long to see the blue flower. I cant get rid of the idea, it haunts me.
I never felt like this before, its as if I dreamed of it years ago,
or had a vision of it in another world,
for who would be so concerned about a flower in this world?
and I've never heard of anyone being in love with a flower. (...)
I cant even express the strange state I'm in.
Sometimes rapt in delight.....but when I forget about the blue flower,
a nameless longing takes possession of me, no one can understand this.
I remember that I was in Junior High School,
when I first read this quote from Novalis's Heinrich von Ofterdingen.
It intrigued me so much that I checked the book
which seemed to be about searching for a blue flower
which a boy saw in his dream, fell in love with it
and decided to find it above all.
I was in my romantic period
and such idea really moved me to tears.
No long after it I went to Paris for a trip
and I visited Pantheon
(where my biggest idol of this time
Victor Hugo is buried).
Outside Pantheon I have found this
It is just an old cross, but for me it has become the precious thing.
I called him Novalis's flower and I have never gone outside without it.
I was daydreaming about a person who lost it
and writing stories about it.
When I think about it now, blue roses since that time
were always part of my life.
I have a tendency to turn away from white or red ones
always looking for blue ones
which are the most precious because
they are unattainable.
They be tryin' ta bring you flowers (Flowers, flowers)
But you prefer your roses blue
But father why are you so opposed to dreams,
when by their strange changes and tender influence, they awaken reflection?
Isn't every dream, even the most confused,
a curious cleft in the mysterious curtain which veils our inner life?
In the wisest books you find countless dreams of trustworthy men.....
dreams are a relief from the monotony of life... .
Were it not for dreams, we would grow old sooner....
cheerful companions in lifes journey from the cradle to the grave.
Certainly my last nights dream was no chance occurrence in my life,
it was as if a great wheel raised my soul in its tremendous gyrations..........
Probably you guess correctly
that Blooming garden
is my dream dress.
This is my romantic site.
And this is the reason
why I love Lareine's ballads so much.
Kamijo was in love
with blue roses in these old times.
My favourite ballad is Metamorphose.
All story turns around blue roses
and an escape into dreams.
In fact Kamijo in this blue coat with long curly blond hair
looked like a blue rose himself.
So beautiful that it is almost impossible to believe.
Now Kamijo appears rather with red roses.
He even wears red coat.
It looks like his dreams have come true.
They turned into passion and satisfaction.