When soul lies down in that grass, the world’s fool to talk about. Ideas,language, even the phrase each other doesn’t make any sense sleep on…I’ve given up on my brain.I’ve torn the cloth to shredsand thrown it away. If you’re not completely naked,wrap your beautiful robe of wordsaround you, and sleep…
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Once again I’m pleasantly surprised. I’ve got a mail message from an old-times friend, reaching out to me to share his joy in fathering baby-daughter (Congrats, Hany!). Why I keep writing about these little treasures? Because it is something, that we don’t see much in our crazy speedy world any more…the Treasure of Remembering. Sometimes
That’s about mood. My EverSwinging Mood. Lol…This is how I am – when I feel good, I’d come out from under the leaf I’m normally hiding and then – SomeoneHelpToStopMe. And when I feel blue, I would hide behind some poetry or music or other artistic plagiarism that conviniently turns up for my needs. Or
