Fireworksmy sky is never empty. the stars keep me company at night, and whisper to me the presence of the moon, always near.Fireworks
my sky is never really empty. even the cold breeze in the morning chase away the clouds to let me meet the sun.
and the sun seems to renew itself everyday.
everyday,its rays enlighten a part of my world.
my sky is hardly ever empty.
although some days, like
today, the wind captures all my senses and reminds me that there are dances of which i can never
belong to.
Civil War-What's wrong?Civil War
-I'm trying to save myself.
-What?
-I'm trying to save myself from you.
-What's going on?
-It's simple.. She laughs nervously. You're just too beautiful.
-And how is that a problem to you?
-The problem? The problem is that your eyes shine all the time yet never speak. I can never read you. I can never know how you feel. I can never translate your reaction. You're always indifferent. And it's frustrating, intriguing and breathtaking all at the same time. The problem is that I can talk to you for hours wi
My love shivers, like the sun.- Tell me what you see. - I see you, and.. that's all I see. - Don't look at me. - You're beautiful. How can I not look at you?My love shivers, like the sun.
She blushes.
- Look right in front of you. Stop looking at me. - Okay.. He nods. - What do you see? - I see… I see the horizon. - …and? - And it's beautiful. - Find another word for it. - It's something far. - What's the horizon? - What is this? An interrogation? - Not really, I just like to tease you.
He smiles
- So? What's the horizon? - You're stubborn
I thought that happiness...If only you knew my face, the look I have when, I recognize your voice. Your way of telling. And your laugh. I love your laugh. I could be angry as a volcano, want to cry like a fountain; but if you laughed I laugh too.I thought that happiness...
And your voice, it's all that we have, you and I. The words, our voices, always talking, for hours, to always have something to say. Or hang up, too. And them mock ourselves, laugh.
Laugh and cry.
We mixed everything.
You told me several times that I will forget. Meet someone who would love me first, and that it would replace the need that I have of you. It happened, bu
this is not my cardiganGod, he is smiling at the waitress with big eyes as she brings him his dinner. i can see the gnarls of his hands from a dozen feet away, his chair pulled close to the wooden table. i watch him reveal his little teeth, presumably polydented dentures. he is wearing a yellow sweater, a cardigan with elbow patches.this is not my cardigan
the chair across from him is empty and in the same grain pattern as the table with his towering pile of supper. my brother asks if i know why he is alone and i tell him to keep silent. his wife died, he told me, with a smile. the old man turns his eyes to his meal and slowly begins to eat.
God, please forgiv
Don't think twice..
Enjoying The Show
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and we love, and we cry, and we live our lives;and we love and we love and we love and it comes back to us.
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We all want a part in the Big Conversation.
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* The Most Beautiful things in life cannot be seen.. But felt with the heart...
* Mon Amour: *Tarek ♥
* My other-half :*Jessie.♥
aaaaaaaaaaaaah
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"S'il vous plaît… dessine-moi un mouton…" {St Exupéry, Le Petit Prince}
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~ And it makes no difference who is right or wrong
I deserve much more than this
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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And the lights turn them off my friend
And the ghosts..Well just let them in
Cause in the dark, It's easier... to see
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