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Monday, September 11, 2006
Every movement resound;
your presence engulfs my soul.
Everyone else drowns out,
as my thoughts fixate on you,
running through my veins.
You are with me,
every breath, each second,
settled in my whole being.
Even in my silence,
I remain yours.
Posted at 03:00 am by bohemian spirit
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lapsus calumni
sub rosa
Trust me
It's Paradise
This is where the hungry come to feed
For mine is a generation that circles the globe
in search of something we haven't tried before
so never refuse an invitation
never resist the unfamiliar
never fail to be polite
and never outstay your welcome
just keep your mind open and
suck in the experience
and if it hurts
you know what... it's probably worth it
you hope, and you dream
but you never believe that
something is going to happen for you
not like it does in the movies
and when it actually does
you expect it to feel different
more visirale
more real
i was waiting for it to hit me
i still believe in paradise
but now at least i know it's not some place you can look for
cause it's not where you go
it's how you feel for a moment in your life
and if you find that moment it lasts forever
odi et amo, quare id facere
forasse requiris...
nescio, sed fieri sentio
et excrucior
Tiny Dancer
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows the tune she hums
But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly slowly
Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today
Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand
There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it.
George Bernard Shaw
Love's secret verily no one man knows,
Though each in lore of loving deem his wise;
Love's like a meadow all aflower with spring,
But in the shadow autumn waiting lies,
And the wise bird is half afraid to sing
A vanished song unto a vanished rose.
HAFIZ, a power strange to touch the heart
Of late hath stolen subtly in thy song,
Though thy firm reed unwonted pathos blows;
Her praise it is, and no new touch of art,
That gives this grace of tears unto thy song.
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