Forgetting the Fiori Azori
How I dream of you
Shades of autumn
And your silken ties
Floating so lovely
Upon the Indian
Their ornamented patterns
Match the glimmering fireflies
Flying relentlesly out and through
Your winking eyelashes when you Think
Dance with me
Untill magia has the force
... then you drink like day dreams are wasted
Inumerable times when they chrash into the bulletproof
Be grateful! Our land has savoured all known wanderers lost into the blackness of thick sublime nights; has rescued their blackouts, sleeping on those peculiar green painted wooden branches, and more often on city park's white benches
Where do we go?
Squirrel friends chatting above in the fir tree canopies, quarreling over hazelnuts and what to throw upon lonely souls, blissfully snoring, dreaming of another one to...
explore blue ancestral flood
Written on this heartwarming music
Sometimes things have to break
To make something wonderful
Although they are full of cracks
Mosaics are beautiful
(we could be a mosaic, love)
hope kills me
If you cannnnnott
Them "~, ~"Who are They! ? "
! Anything -- há i!! amanhã Soy assim
Today, the sky was sunny and bright.
Like ice cream, cold but light.
Then, the sky turned gray
as the wind and snow welcomed the night.
I look up, down and around
and wish I didn't feel so helpless here on the ground.
I can't control the weather. This is true.
But there are things I can control and so can you.
We can control what we learn.
We control what we write.
We control whether we run or stand up and fight.
We control all these things and so much more.
But you never know what life has in store.
One more thing to think about.
If we could control everything,
life would be so much duller.
Maybe that's why my favorite thing I control
is how much of the world I see in color.