mylifehasbeenextraordinary. these words i write shoot me high in the night sky, where i float among stars, dreams and some fears. and some times, these words, they bring me down to the ground, to keep me safe and clear. i mustbemad. my life still is a:day-after-day-full-of-surprises, music:beautiful people:beer and memories of times long-not-gone, entwined as a never-ending soundtrack playing against my ears: through a headphone: of hope. and god's magical tricks:ofdestiny. and freud's explanations in scientifically-approved signs. some times i wake up to lovely days in the city of vienna. which summarizes my whole insisting on this whole staying. i am glad you came today.

Thursday, 17 November 2011

“The sweet wind from Europe was still whispering in the refreshed leaves, and the Atlantic was thundering in glorious liberty; my heart, dried up and scorched for a long time, swelled to the tone, and filled with living blood—my being longed for renewal—my soul thirsted for a pure draught.  I saw hope revive—and felt regeneration possible.  From a flowery arch at the bottom of my garden I gazed over the sea—bluer than the sky: the old world was beyond; clear prospects opened thus:—
“‘Go,’ said Hope, (...)

< jane eyre >
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