My life has entered a quiet phase. After many years of turbulences, reaching the bottoms and climbing heavens, I am now settled on a level of harmony. Everything I ever wanted is mine, and, observing from the distance, one could say I’m happy. Or, at least, undisturbed. I didn’t have it all when I was a child, or, maybe I should say – I’ve learned the life a hard way. Unlike most of my friends, the sweet fruits of youth were forbidden when I needed them most. And not much is what I wanted ...
My own musical tastes are all over the place, and I will admit that some of what I love can be thought of as quite esoteric... especially to those just beginning to explore "classical music". With that in mind, I offer up the following: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3pVW4Z8qOUE If there is one piece of classical music composed by an American that I certain will last, it is surely Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings. This piece of music must surely be one of ...
my older brother told me that when you break up after a long relationship you go through a few stages. He has lived with two girls before, now he is happy in a committed relationship and they live together and have a cat. anyway he told me that at first you just feel free and happy, then you get lonely and eventually you accept and enjoy being alone and then maybe you are ready for another relationship. I am definetly at the happy and free stage, but I know it might get lonely always being alone ...
The end of the day always makes me sad somehow. At twilight, when everything is quiet, peaceful, soft, I feel trapped by my thoughts who grow bigger and bigger, buzzing like the bees building the hive inside my head, and finally deteriorate into nothingness. Sometimes the setting sun, which slides down my bedroom window, makes me easy; its warmth cuddles my face and I think there is nothing in this world to make me more tranquil than this soft, warm blanket from the sky. The past haunts me, and ...
A Story of Love Tell me a story beneath the sun that burns through a midnight sky a story which I can read within your eyes, and feel traced at the end of your fingers against my flesh. Tell me a story about you and I that goes back to the beginning of time, a story that has no words, needs no words but is understood the moment our souls touch. Tell me a story that will never end, and burns like an eternal candle flame ...
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