East to West

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She is a musically inclined Juliet

She heralds symphonies as a masterpiece..

makes sense lyrically..
confines life and its rhymes among sheets and pages..

often doesn't rhyme but reasons.
She is a sonnet soon-to-be.

How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface … To make a map of my movement … NO MATTER HOW TEMPORARY

Craig Thompson

Blankets

Happy that you are over me, all over me.

So  let’s just stay this way.

In every slumber night or day.

Be all over me.

And please, don’t get over me. 

Westwind: Why do we shout in anger?

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Why do we shout in anger?

Because we lose our calm, we shout for that.

But, why to shout when the other person is just next to the person who shouts? Isn’t it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do we shout at a person when we are angry?

When two people are angry at each…

I want this with me, so that I’ll always remember, and always know how to hear his words in silence. 

ELEGANCE

A woman has the age she deserves.

There is no time for cut-and-dried monotony. There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time!

Elegance does not consist in putting on a new dress.
Elegance is not the prerogative of those who have just escaped from adolescence, but of those who have already taken possession of their future.
Elegance is refusal.

Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.
Fashion fades, only style remains the same.
Look for the woman in the dress. If there is no woman, there is no dress.

Some people think luxury is the opposite of poverty. It is not. It is the opposite of vulgarity. Luxury must be comfortable, otherwise it is not luxury.

Hard times arouse an instinctive desire for authenticity.

Since everything is in our heads, we had better not lose them

In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different.

There are people who have money and people who are rich.

by Gabrielle Bonheur “Coco” Chanel (19 August 1883 – 10 January 1971), a pioneering French fashion designer

There are no shortcuts to any place worth going.

Sheep and Sleep

We count one to countless sheep when we could not sleep.

I’ve got one little tip:

To set us apart from other insomniacs,

Don’t count sheep.

TALK TO THE SHEPHERD. :)

Good Night

The best way to see what tomorrow brings is to close your eyes, and sleep through the night..

Consistency

I am enjoying my doubts.

Because none of them were proven right.

But they just keep on popping up.

They’re one of life’s great teachers on consistency. :)

white lies leave black marks.

Man is timid and apologetic; he is no longer upright
He dares not say ‘I think,’ ‘I am,’ but quotes some saint or sage. He is ashamed before the blade of grass or the blowing rose.
These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to  better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God to-day. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown  flower there is no more; in the leafless root there is no less.
Its nature is satisfied, and it satisfies nature, in all moments alike.
But man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but  with reverted eye laments the past, or, heedless of the riches that  surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future. He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time.


(From Paulo Coelho’s blog ) :)

Man is timid and apologetic; he is no longer upright

He dares not say ‘I think,’ ‘I am,’ but quotes some saint or sage.
He is ashamed before the blade of grass or the blowing rose.

These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God to-day.
There is no time to them.
There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.
Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full-blown flower there is no more; in the leafless root there is no less.

Its nature is satisfied, and it satisfies nature, in all moments alike.

But man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or, heedless of the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future.
He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time.

(From Paulo Coelho’s blog ) :)

ALWAYS

yes, you said the words.

and always, you timed it as always.

but who knows how long would always be?