31.5.07
28.5.07
27.5.07
writereadwriteread
And now,
I'm writing about reading.
I NEED TO READ.
Because i've written about it, i will do it.
Bye bye!
I'm writing about reading.
I NEED TO READ.
Because i've written about it, i will do it.
Bye bye!
26.5.07
The little things
I have decided that I'm going to try to follow the recommendation that this book i recently picked up as given. They say that those little moments in life, that stand out, are actually your real life, and people trying to tell you things... so I am going to write them down and periodically post them.Here is a first:
rodrigo: (btw, you spend a lot of time in your room in all your pics...
showoff the pond girl!!... or... any other place )
rodrigo: (btw, you spend a lot of time in your room in all your pics...
showoff the pond girl!!... or... any other place )
25.5.07
So here we are again. No babies yet! Was talking to my dearest friend Lilach, and we were both realising how old we were and how babyless we were. Seriously though, we're both about 21 years old, its time to get kicking. Sadly for this particular acquisition you need a male, and neither of us have it at present. We have been trying, but both of us have our own problems. Partly to do with the internationalism, partly religious, partly just bad luck.And on my part, I have found mr perfect. Truely I have. But he's so perfect, he's not in love with me.
Such is life.
24.5.07
15.5.07
No one can take that away from me.
Round, carousel of just two.
Hand in hand they spun each other around and around.
Their faces wooshed and moulded themselves into one big swirl of skin.
Everything around them remained immobile conservative bystanders.
Yet in their little circle it was alive! everything was crazy alive!
She shrieked with pleasure and shouted WOOOO.
He smiled a small smile, his heart smiling wider than what a face could fit.
Their eyes met and light did its own little dance within them.
They were 5 years old, they were 20 somethings, they were wise sages a top a mountain.
No matter what anything said, it was clear that they were going to get married the next day.
They were going to dream inside of each other, one burrowed in the other.
He was going to heal her.
She was going to become strong again.
He was going to conquer the world for her.
She was going to tend to his battle wounds.
They were going to be happy.
Hand in hand they spun each other around and around.
Their faces wooshed and moulded themselves into one big swirl of skin.
Everything around them remained immobile conservative bystanders.
Yet in their little circle it was alive! everything was crazy alive!
She shrieked with pleasure and shouted WOOOO.
He smiled a small smile, his heart smiling wider than what a face could fit.
Their eyes met and light did its own little dance within them.
They were 5 years old, they were 20 somethings, they were wise sages a top a mountain.
No matter what anything said, it was clear that they were going to get married the next day.
They were going to dream inside of each other, one burrowed in the other.
He was going to heal her.
She was going to become strong again.
He was going to conquer the world for her.
She was going to tend to his battle wounds.
They were going to be happy.
14.5.07
12.5.07
Poppies because you called them lovely
She liked to look around.
Surrounding her were vast stretches of fields.
Bespeckled cows growing up from the ground.
There was so much of the same that it was like an old movie playing on loop.
Click. click click. click.cl -
Monotony broke.
Her gaze fixed on a splutter of color.
Poppies.
Red dashes of delicacy.
Swept up long grass coveted these scarlet paperthin delights.
She leaned forward and carressed her new found friends.
Shyly they yielded to her touch.
Naive and mischievious, at their core they had many dark dark secrets to tell.
The lopsided queens, innocently flamboyant, spoke to her of all they hid.
She listened to the childlike whispers and cupped one of the poppies in her hands.
Her ear pressed against theirs, she responded with motherly concern.
Loved, she sang them the lullaby of the world.
Softly.
Nodding in the wind.
corrected for all you nitpicky spellers :P
Surrounding her were vast stretches of fields.
Bespeckled cows growing up from the ground.
There was so much of the same that it was like an old movie playing on loop.
Click. click click. click.cl -
Monotony broke.
Her gaze fixed on a splutter of color.
Poppies.
Red dashes of delicacy.
Swept up long grass coveted these scarlet paperthin delights.
She leaned forward and carressed her new found friends.
Shyly they yielded to her touch.
Naive and mischievious, at their core they had many dark dark secrets to tell.
The lopsided queens, innocently flamboyant, spoke to her of all they hid.
She listened to the childlike whispers and cupped one of the poppies in her hands.
Her ear pressed against theirs, she responded with motherly concern.
Loved, she sang them the lullaby of the world.
Softly.
Nodding in the wind.
corrected for all you nitpicky spellers :P
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