of all that is written,
i love only what
a person has written
with his own blood...THE GYPSYWOMAN WORLD
- GYPSYWOMAN
- 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
come dance with me...
10 comments:
Esa persona es la que te escribe con letras de sangre y amor directo a tu corazón.
Un cordial saludo
interesting quote...Really good writers leave part of themselves in thier work..I believe that.
Yes, and when we read one of those novels or poems, it changes our lives forever. Fabulous quote. Blessings!
Blood, sweat and tears. I have always loved that expression and your post made me think of that...
Enjoyed reading your comment about the house you lived in without any neighbours, sounds like my dream house exactly...
;)
xo
Love this!
so true, marlene, about leaving a part of self when we write - i think it's true no matter the degree of technical skill or reason for writing -
you're right, marion - changes our life! and some, several times over!
you know, zuzana, i think "neighbors" may be defined any number of ways - for me, my neighbors were the ocean breeze, the sounds of the marshgrasses blowing in the wind, the chirp of the birds flying overhead, the waves lapping upon the shore - those were my dear dear friends and neighbors!
thanks macgregors! one of my favorites, too! and from nietzsche!
sneyder - que muy cierto, muy cierto! muchas gracias por venir y dejar una nota y por favor venga otra vez!
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