maraki16

well, i just received a mail from a good friend of mine, with some jokes, entitled: ways to reject men you don't like. i have translated them for you, i think they are really nice!

1.man: hey doll, where have you been all of my life?
woman: i was hiding...from you!

2.man: i am aphotographer. i am looking for a face just like yours!
woman: i am a plastic surgeon. i am also looking for a face just like yours.

3.man: would you like to go ...

from time to time, more or less we have all heard a lot about soul-mates. about the famous alter-ego. the mirroring of ourselves in the face of someone else. many have tried to find theirs. i do not know whereas you believe in it or consider it to be a myth, a big lie created by the romantics to remind to the broken-hearted that there will always be a potential to find the ultimate lover. personally, i have dreamed of the white-knight, yes, of the fair prince riding a nice horse, a great deal. though ...

i'm sitting by the waves
and listen to the sea
i feel the breeze on my face
that sweeps away my tears.
i feel surrendered to my fate
my destiny calls my name
i can hear it coming through the bottoms of the wild sea.
i get up, i walk towards the voice
the water is cold, the sea starts to roar
i feel i am absorbed, i feel the ground no more.
another voice tells me to stop
but there is time for that no more.
i feel ...

i have been thinking about this for the past months, and it was partly a reason for my long absence from litnet. not due to my toughts, but due to an impending death. a really close person is dying from cancer. my grandma.as long as i can remember myself, this person lived in the next-door appartment.for the past 19 years i had been seeing her every day. how am i going to accept her absence when she is going to die?
i know that it is natural for people to die;it is part of the natural circle ...

you suddenly appeared before me
like a ghost from the past
that jumped up from the darkest sides of my mind
to lead me to a secret chamber
with thousands of drivels hidden under the sheets
to get lost into the whirl of passion,
into the whirlwind of the silence of your blazing eyes
while the tuning of the violins was heard
like mystic melodies,
presages of the awakening of our hidden selves
and the light of the white candles was ...