I remember Paris in the winter. I would get up and walk the streets by the hotel early in the morning. It would be cold with snow on the ground, small flakes drifting down with no wind. I was not able to sleep-in this one particular morning. I arose and dressed lightly for a morning walk. The streets were quite and serene. The morning hush was more peaceful than any before it. I looked around and enjoyed the centuries old buildings blanketed with white soft snow. I glanced at the thermometer and saw that it was 4 ° C and comfortable. I stood there on the sidewalk, closed my eyes and breathed. I could taste the scent of fresh bread being baked, the roasting coffee beans, cinnamon, nutmeg, and a hint of mint mixed in. The moment lasted forever ..... |
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Mental Feng Shui ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight. EIGHT. NINE. TEN. ELEVEN. TWELVE. THIRTEEN. FOURTEEN. FIFTEEN. SIXTEEN. SEVENTEEN. EIGHTEEN. NINETEEN. TWENTY. TWENTY-ONE. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your |
Save The Last Dance For Me Emmylou Harris You can dance You can smile Oh I know You can dance And don't forget who's takin' you home |
Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars We'll do it all, If I lay here, I don't quite know If I lay here, Let's waste time, If I lay here, All that I am, I don't know where, If I lay here, |
Elizabeth I I grieve and dare not show my discontent, I love and yet am forced to seem to hate, I do, yet dare not say I ever meant, I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate. I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned, Since from myself another self I turned. My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done. His too familiar care doth make me rue it. No means I find to rid him from my breast, Till by the end of things it be supprest. Some gentler passion slide into my mind, For I am soft and made of melting snow; Or be more cruel, love, and so be kind. Let me or float or sink, be high or low. Or let me live with some more sweet content, Or die and so forget what love ere meant. |
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