we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - share our stories around the campfire - come along -

this site is simply a streamofconsciousness rambling of words and images in which i find meaning and beauty - there is no organized order of thought or format -
poetry painting and writing on love and life and things thereof from the heart and through the eyes of a louisiana gypsy spirit travelin' roads less traveled...enjoy -


My photo
A...WOMAN IN MOTION WITH HAIR AS DARK AS NIGHT HER EYES WERE LIKE THAT OF A CAT IN THE DARK... SHE WAS A GYPSYWOMAN... she danced round and round... from the fire her face was all aglow... she was dancing... dancing... waiting for the RISING SUN... loving caring relationships are like THE RISING SUN...we are nourished by their warmth...we are energized by their strength...we grow in their light...we find shelter and solace there...they are our sanctuary... born in the sign of the sun, i am a true LEO-love the sun and its hot orange red fire-passionate in and about everything i do-i believe in instant chemistry charisma love/lust at first sight-in the magic of the eyes and the beauty of the soul-in the instant recognition familiarity in meeting someone from a past life and in the knowledge that we might meet in a future life-i believe that we are each ageless and flawless-i believe in the beauty of the moment-the whisper of yesterday-the hope of tomorrow-the power of forgiveness for even ourselves-the absolute and total beauty of love---[credit to brian hyland and curtis mayfield]

to dance with life

to dance with life
come dance with me...

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

favorite memorable movie quotes

tatyana larina: [writing letter] Dearest Evgeny, I write to you, it is all I can do. And now I know it is in your power to punish my presuming heart. Yet if you have one drop of pity, you'll not abandon me to my unhappy fate. I am in love with you and I must tell you this or my heart, my heart which belongs to you, will surely break. I would never have revealed my shame to you, if just once a week I might see you. Exchange a word or two and then think day and night of one thing alone til our next meeting. But you're unsociable, they say, that the country bores you. Is it true? Does the country bore you? Sometimes I wonder that you ever visited us. Why, I'd never have known you or known this agony and fever. I know that all my life's been leading me to this union with you. I recognised you at first sight and knew with certainty. I said to myself, It's him, he has come. Help me, resolve my doubts. Perhaps all this is nonsence, emptiness, a delusion and quite another fate awaits me. Imagine it, I'm here alone half out of my mind. I dread to read this over, my secret longing. I know that I can trust your honour, though I feel faint from shame and fear, Tatyana

evgeny onegin: [writing to Tatyana] I can forsee the bitter scorn blazing at me from your proud eyes when you have read my secret sorrow. When we first met, through chance, I saw tenderness like a shooting star but did not dare to put my faith in it. Then Lensky fell, which parted us til further. Then I tore my heart away from everything I loved, rootless, estranged from all, I thought that liberty and peace would serve instead of happiness. My God, how wrong I was. How I have been punished. No, day by day to be with you, follow you everywhere, alive to every smile, each movement of your eyes, to dwell upon you soul's perfection, listen to your voice and grow faint with yearning. That is bliss and I'm cut off from it. My time is short, each day and hour is precious yet I just drag myself around in boredom. Everyday a desert unless when I wake up I know the day will bring a glimpse of you. If you but knew the flames that burn in me, which I attempt to beat down with my reason, but let it be. I cannot struggle against my feelings anymore, I am entirely in your will.

evgeny: If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.

the french lieutenant's woman:

sarah: soon he no longer bothered to hide the nature of his intentions towards me - nor could i pretend surprise - my innocence was false from the moment i chose to stay - i could tell you that he overpowered me, he drugged me - but it was not so... i gave myself to him -

sarah: he took me to a private sitting room, ordered food - but... he had changed - he was full of smiles and caresses, but... i knew at once that he was insincere - i saw that i had been... an amusement for him - nothing more - i saw all this within... five minutes of our meeting - yet I stayed -

dr grogan: it was as if her torture had become her delight -

charles to emestina: i can assure you, the true charm of this world resides in this garden -

the age of innocence:

newland: i want... somehow, i want to get away with you... and... and find a world where words like that don't exist!

ellen to newland: you couldn't be happy if it meant being cruel - if we act any other way i'll be making you act against what i love in you most - and i can't go back to that way of thinking - don't you see - i can't love you unless i give you up -

newland: you gave me my first glimpse of a real life - then you asked me to go on with the false one - no one can endure that -

ellen: i'm enduring it -

an affair to remember:

terry mckay - winter must be cold for those with no warm memories... and we've already missed the spring!

out of africa:

denys: you've ruined it for me, you know.
karen blixen: ruined what?
denys: being alone.

karen blixen - I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills.
The Equator runs across these highlands, a hundred miles to the north, and the farm lay at an altitude of over six thousand feet.
In the day-time you felt that you had got high up; near to the sun, but the early mornings and evenings were limpid and restful, and the nights were cold.

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