"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry

Archive for November 23, 2012

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Ahaggar Mountains. Sunset

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Nightwish – While Your Lips Are Still Red

“Sweet little words made for silence, not talk
Young heart for love, not heartache
Dark hair for catching the wind
Not to veil the sight of a cold world

Kiss while your lips are still red
While he’s still silent, rest
While bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand’s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they’re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

First day of love never comes back
A passionate hour’s never a wasted one
The violin, the poet’s hand
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care

Kiss while your lips are still red
While he’s still silent, rest
While bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand’s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they’re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

Kiss while your lips are still red
While he’s still silent, rest
While bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand’s still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they’re still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn”


And now i know

 

“And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It’s the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment, the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fear and joy, all running sharply through me at once.”

Lauren Olivier, Delirium


because i love you)last night , E. E. Cummings

“because i love you)last night

clothed in sealace
appeared to me
your mind drifting
with chuckling rubbish
of pearl weed coral and stones;

lifted,and(before my
eyes sinking)inward,fled;softly
your face smile breasts gargled
by death:drowned only

again carefully through deepness to rise
these your wrists
thighs feet hands

poising
to again utterly disappear;
rushing gently swiftly creeping
through my dreams last
night,all of your
body with its spirit floated
(clothed only in

the tide’s acute weaving murmur”

 


It’s a beautiful day <3

 


Count the Tears


¬ God counts the tears of women
For He knows the measure of life and suffering.
Tears, drops of sacrifice, drops of life essence
Drops of smile, drops of deception
Drops of love, drops of dew
Fuel for the gift of life and forgiveness.
God counts the tears of women
He alone knows the number.
Women alone feel it.
And God smiles.¬
——————————-
memyselfandela, 2010

Picture Puzzle Piece, Shel Silverstein

“One picture puzzle piece
Lyin’ on the sidewalk,
One picture puzzle piece
Soakin’ in the rain.
It might be a button of blue
On the coat of the woman
Who lived in a shoe.
It might be a magical bean,
Or a fold in the red
Velvet robe of a queen.
It might be the one little bite
Of the apple her stepmother
Gave to Snow White.
It might be the veil of a bride
Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.
It might be a small tuft of hair
On the big bouncy belly
Of Bobo the Bear.
It might be a bit of the cloak
Of the Witch of the West
As she melted to smoke.
It might be a shadowy trace
Of a tear that runs down an angel’s face.
Nothing has more possibilities
Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.”


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