Wednesday, February 15, 2006
About Me
- Name: schottkey
- Location: Cloud 1001011
Thinking of the other's dreams, of corridors winding in upon themselves, muted tints of ancient carpet . . . An old man, a head made of jewels, a taut pale face with eyes that were mirrors . . . And a beach in the wind and dark.
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- χαμογέλα ρε, τι σου ζητάνε;
- Ενός λεπτού φυγή
- Και τώρα, που έλιωσαν τα χιόνια;
- Caché
- waltz
- Bring back my happiness
10 Comments:
ωραία συμβουλή ..ειδικά εκείνο το "...
κάτσε..μισό λεπτό...
δεν θυμάμαι τί έγραψες...
;-)
Το μεν πνεύμα πρόστυχο, η δε σαρξ ask the niece.
you win some, you lose some...
it balances itself out in the end.
γεπ, ξέχασα. σωστό ενκόουντινγκ τώρα και οκ σας βλέπω.
:]
talk about instant karma...
ok...i admit...you were right...
What we know from life might be a useless junk info for wasting that unbeatable thing called time.
And i think the only weapon against time is love. A warm gun..
these words aren't mine...they're rumi's - but i thought of them after reading what you wrote above:
'come out of the circle of time and into the circle of love'
...words to LIVE by, i think and sadly - too often - forget.
Να λοιπόν και οι sufi..
"Love came,
and became like blood in my body.
It rushed through my veins and
encircled my heart.."
i wish some people i know could use love that way..
some people?
not all?
not all, some people are blessed with love's blinding light..
"Love is an Avenue of Stars, and if it is light years away
One day I'll get there nursing tired feet
Happy beyond words to be on that street"
-Paddy McAloon
:)
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