Posted in Uncategorized, tagged 19th Century, God, Home, Literature, Mark Twain, Mississippi, poesie, rumi, spring on 03/12/2013| 2 Comments »
…I’ve been very fortunate that I’ve had very few regrets in my life , but I remember when I was a kid I would think with a certain amount of anxiety that it would have been nice to be able to sit by the Mississippi with Mark Twain .
I later thought , wow, what it would have been like to be *back in time * and to be able to appreciate that level of life with love and humbleness . Even *humble* attitudes can be masks of pride.
De ce sa, NU, cind as putea sa, DA?
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
Pentru ca în viitor nu vreau să se spună "Acele timpuri au fost întunecate pentru că până și el a tăcut"...
Alergand sa prind din urma prezentul
sau cum să te fereşti de invizibil
cu Ioana Miron
Blogul din tir
It is a tantalizing array of frou-frou and advance stages of decay.
"O zi în care nu ai râs este o zi pierdută"
O idee de Mircea Meșter
windwhisperer
blue cafe 