How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
Alexander pope
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
Friday, July 16, 2010
Autumn in new york
"In the real world, there're only two kinds of love stories. Boy loses girl and girl loses boy.That's all there is. Somebody always gets left behind."
Thursday, July 15, 2010
love ???
" love is finding a piece of yourself that you didn't even know it was missing ,it's like you were complete but now with love you are perfect "but I have to admit that the best answer I have ever heard was from Ashton kutcher when he was playing simon green in the movie guess who
Friday, July 2, 2010
There is no spoon

under the apple tree , I set there to see
the beauty of the world around me
blue butterflies dancing in the air
swimming in the sun rays , making golden waves
small ballerinas wearing silk dresses
landing on flowers smelling the essence
I close my eyes , I listen to the air
just ask , I shall take you anywhere
I say no , I wanna stay in reality for awhile
It's a fine place for living if you do have the desire
reality isn't too bad , it's full of beautiful things
why the glass is always half empty , that's our curse
there is no spoon , it's all a state of mind
half full , half empty, it's whatever you decide .
The english patient
"She died because of me , because I loved her , because I had the wrong name"count laszlo de almasy
we need flavours
we are the victims of our fears , our mind monsters , this is the irony that finally kills us. it makes our lives flavorless very diluted with water . by time we are conditioned to believe that flavor is dangerous and pure water is safe , it is safe but dead . in life you need to take risks , make mistakes , get hurt , learn and be happy . we need to feel all the available emotions in life because then is when we would be really alive .
Thursday, July 1, 2010
who am I ?
I'm my forced silence
I'm my complete lack of surprise
I'm my sense of fantasy
I'm my perception of reality
I'm my vivid dreams
I'm my perfectionism
I'm my feeling of disappointment
I'm my random thoughts
I'm my screams of pain
I'm my lonely quill
I'm my mysterious eyes
I'm my sad look
I'm my need for help
I'm my resistance to authority
I'm my cold blood
I'm my hidden emotions
I'm my captured hatred
I'm my wooden mask
I'm my weak hopes
I'm my lost wishes
I'm my long search
I'm my missing answers
I'm my wrong questions
I'm my only friend
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