Vstopnine ni.


A PoemWhat a moment! As if I was silenced so I could hear the voice of nature singing on a cold winter day as if I was made nonexistent so I could feel existence in that field which is no dream no faceless thing... below the snow, below the bent grass, below the rocks and the sleeping flower, below the roots of an old tree, below the dark, a burning fire, a burning fire which is my heart.A Poem


PesemVse kar si elim je biti Tvoj. V najglobljih prostorih vesolja se skriva prav isto kot tukaj, kajti globina je v tvojih očeh, ki zrejo v moje.Pesem
...vse kar si elim je biti Tvoj.
Ko se zazrem v tvoje oči oslepim - toda potem vidim več kot prej, saj vidim Tvoj resnični obraz, obraz, ki nima konca - v svoji lepoti je neskončen.
In tvoj obraz vidim v vsakem travnem listu, v vsakem sončnem arku, v kačjem pastirju,
ki ponoči sanja o potoku čiste vode, v obrazu starke, ki sedi na
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my art blog: [link]
BTW, my twin sister is in China studying until june!
I'm ok.Been pretty crazily busy with working and which is boring auditing.
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my art blog: [link]
She's studying in Jinzhou.
Work as in you are employed and are earning a living or working on your projects? What's auditing?
Since you're busy and stressed I'm sending you some good vibrations and a telepathic hug!
Also I find that Bernart de Ventadorn ( 12. century trobadour )is perfect when I need to focus myself in crazy times, here is the link and poem
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When I see the lark beating
Its wings in joy against the rays of the sun
That it forgets itself and lets itself fall
Because of the sweetness that comes to its heart,
Alas! Such great envy then overwhelms me
Of all those whom I see rejoicing,
I wonder that my heart, at that moment,
Does not melt from desire.
Alas! How much I thought I knew
About love, and how little I know,
Because I cannot keep myself from loving
The one from whom I will gain nothing.
She has all my heart, and my soul,
And herself and the whole world;
And when she left, nothing remained
But desire and a longing heart.
I have never had power over myself
Nor been by own man from the very hour
When she let me see into her eyes,
Into a mirror that pleases me so much.
Mirror, since I saw myself in you,
I have been slain by deep sighs,
That I have lost myself just as the handsome
Narcissus did in the fountain.
What is your sis studying there?It's near to where I am,in the same province.
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my art blog: [link]
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So keep your love locked down,Your love locked down,Keepin your love locked down Now keep your love locked down Your love locked down
Now keep your love locked down,You lose
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"Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it ... for having been allowed to walk where I've walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, in it, and above." (Gia)
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