The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odour of jasmine.
"In return for the odour of my jasmine,
I'd like all the odour of your roses."
"I have no roses; all the flowers
in my garden are dead."
"Well then, I'll take the withered petals
and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain."
The wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:
"What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?"
(Antonio Machado)
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Even alone, I have company. My old friend has returned, Filling the void with nothing. I saw him approaching, And welcomed him with arms outstretched. It had been a while.
Il pleut. Une pluie de débris de vers tombe doucement sur le cuir craquant des univers.
Sekian lama aku mencari. Bintang yang bersinar di hati. Yang tak pernah redup. Terang cahayanya membuat. Aku berdecak kagum. Apakah yang ku cari ada. Jika ada dimanjakan dia.
Dear Yesterday, When I fell asleep last night, I realized I have moved on. I find this to be the best. So now I have left you behind; a part of my past.
Once you have a life time mat no other guy can take his place no matter how cute husky or tall you'll put his love above them all but if he don't do the same for you should you be a player in this...
TROIS CHOSES Parfois, dans les rues de la vie, un accordéon déchire ses velours nostalgiques, et une fée sort sa baguette magique, pour rigoler face à nos statues.
COMBIEN VAUT TON SOURIRE . Par hasard, ton sourire habite rue Voltaire, no. 32. Il est amer et doux et, parfois, se décompose en trois parties distinctes.
F unny R eally I ncredible E xaggerating N iceness D readfully S. illy.
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