Well I guess the plan was to write poetry and publish books and make a living from writing poetry. That was a pretty ambitious plan I guess.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. (:
Monday, 31 August 2009
Friday, 28 August 2009
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
Live well, love much, laugh often!
Monday, 24 August 2009
Sunday, 23 August 2009
Saturday, 8 August 2009
Cleopatra had her way, Matahari too!
Friday, 7 August 2009
Nothing can bring you peace but yourself!
Wednesday, 5 August 2009
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
Monday, 3 August 2009
Missing like crazy!
Sunday, 2 August 2009
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with robbies and litle luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin your selfishness. But in the casket-safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.
Saturday, 1 August 2009
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