jeudi, janvier 27, 2011
autonme
ecrire la mort
mercredi, janvier 26, 2011
douloureux besoin
merveille
moins moi
mardi, janvier 25, 2011
echo
J'affute
dimanche, janvier 23, 2011
Through me
vendredi, janvier 21, 2011
Quote
Khalil Gibran has an excellent text about parents and children:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
jeudi, janvier 20, 2011
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mardi, janvier 18, 2011
Jann Arden - Counterfeit Heart
Far away from me
With your counterfeit heart
I'm in misery
Irreversibly
Come and rescue me
From your counterfeit heart
This catastrophe won't be the last of me
If you asked me I wouldn't give it back
Who knew butterflies could ever compromise
I shouldn't be surprised at how I love you
I can't find content
I don't know where it went
Has it all been spent
On your counterfeit heart
Oh, oh, oh, oh
This catastrophe won't be the last of me
If you asked me I wouldn't give it back
Who knew butterflies could ever compromise
I shouldn't be surprised at how I love you
So take your chivalry
Fold it carefully
It wasn't meant for me
Love your counterfeit heart
Love your counterfeit heart
Love your counterfeit heart