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Monthly Archives: August 2010
On this day, you read something that moved you and made you realise there were no more fears to fear. No tears to cry. No head to hang in shame. That every time you thought you’d offended someone, it was all just in your head and really, they love you with all their heart and nothing will ever change that. That everyone and everything lives on inside you. That that doesn’t make any of it any less real.
That soft touches will change you and stay with you longer than hard ones.
That being alone means you’re free. That old lovers miss you and new lovers want you and the one you’re with is the one you’re meant to be with. That the tingles running down your arms are angel feathers and they whisper in your ear, constantly, if you choose to hear them. That everything you want to happen, will happen, if you decide you want it enough. That every time you think a sad thought, you can think a happy one instead.
That you control that completely.
That the people who make you laugh are more beautiful than beautiful people. That you laugh more than you cry. That crying is good for you. That the people you hate wish you would stop and you do too.
That your friends are reflections of the best parts of you. That you are more than the sum total of the things you know and how you react to them. That dancing is sometimes more important than listening to the music.
That the most embarrassing, awkward moments of your life are only remembered by you and no one else. That no one judges you when you walk into a room and all they really want to know, is if you’re judging them. That what you make and what you do with your time is more important than you’ll ever fathom and should be treated as such. That the difference between a job and art is passion. That neither defines who you are. That talking to strangers is how you make friends.
That bad days end but a smile can go around the world. That life contradicts itself, constantly. That that’s why it’s worth living.
That the difference between pain and love is time. That love is only as real as you want it to be. That if you feel good, you look good but it doesn’t always work the other way around.
That the sun will rise each day and it’s up to you each day if you match it. That nothing matters up until this point. That what you decide now, in this moment, will change the future. Forever. That rain is beautiful.
And so are you.
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Stelle Buone by Cristina Dona
Mio amore, ripiegate le labbra
e tornati al colore di prima
guardo fuori ed è l’alba
come fuggono le ore da qui
e ci dobbiamo salutare
c’è un’altra giornata d’amore da preparare
Ho visto solo stelle buone sulla tua pelle
se tornerai domani saprò darti quelle perse
e lascerò che tutto sia sospeso
fino a quando non ci rivedremo
Il tuo cuore è un mare calmo
e non basta una sola notte
sono pronta per riaverti ancorato al mio respiro
mentre il sole svanisce
e l’ombra disegna il tuo profilo
Ho visto solo stelle buone
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I want to dance with Matt, in all 42 beautiful countries surrounded by thousands of beautiful people! This video always makes me smile! Thanks Duy for sending it my way once more.
Did you know that, if you visualise, you can actually hug on the phone?
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January has issues with her mother, February is always talking about things he wants to do while March does them, April eats sweets and May pays for them, June is the oldest but not the wisest and July always has an opinion on everything. August never stops trying do the right thing, even if he doesn’t always know what that is. September once saw something so sad, she never stopped crying. October holds the lift for anyone, vice-presidents and street-sweepers alike (for his memory, not for theirs) and November makes fun of him for this. December is tired but always hopeful. He has never once stopped believing.
Monday’s obviously a bastard, quite literally as dad can’t remember what or who he was doing. Tuesday’s temperamental but ok as long as you stay on her good side. Wednesday doesn’t say much and Thursday sometimes hums just to break the silence. They’re in love. Friday’s always wasted and she and Saturday hold each other tightly until their delirium fades.
But Sunday, Sunday knows she’s the end. But she closes her eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart that really, she’s the dawn.
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And if the summer will allow me, I will stay.
I will take her in, wrapped up in her glory.
Suffocated by sunshine, surronded by warmth.
I will stay, I would stay, forever.
There is a far away land that I hear people speak about
It sounds magical, beautiful, simple and kind
I imagine it as a place of stillness, a place where the calm gathers to stay
And although it is something I desire, a place my heart mildly longs for
I fear it will be overwhelmingly restrictive, an alluring concept unattainable for my roaming mind
I pass through places, pass through people, pass through life, looking
One day I will know it will come, one day it will be mine
And until then I drift and dream, I wander and gaze
I question if I will ever find HOME, or if instead home will find me
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