They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves, And the bed sweet with flowers on which I lay; While my soul, love-bound, loitered on its way. I did not hear the birds about the eaves, Nor hear the reapers talk among the sheaves: Only my soul kept watch from day to day, My thirsty soul kept watch for one away:-- Perhaps he loves, I thought, remembers, grieves. At length there came the step upon the stair, Upon the lock the old familiar hand: Then first my spirit seemed to scent the air Of Paradise; then first the tardy sand Of time ran golden; and I felt my hair Put on a glory,and my soul expand.
Dear ones how could you be so late!Welcome you both beautiful souls!Paulo,your kindness is a luxury!Sunday morning,you managed to scatter my shreded soul even more leaving this here...but by the impregnating of those unlimited lines strangely those misty pieces of me that are now a life threat abruptly realized they would necessarily,as I always knew, reunite in supreme love one day and only on that precise moment it was right to meet the closest time to death.You lightened my destiny.
Just pull yourself together and RE-START! Giving up is a weaness sign! Just don't let you be undermined by attitudes or whatever realities you feel weakened for! They are surely not worthy the value you give them. Being strong means ignoring and carry on! Looking forward to reading you here!! I'll get back to check your winner attitude! **
I see you happier, brighter and warm...within few moments...just because...you're much prettier when you smile and laugh on life and things...:) And I just hope we can all bring you some light, some sunshine and heat to your most beautiful soul. I'm in!***
Eu não quis menosprezar o teu asterisco. Só disse que era melhor que nada, porque assim deste-me a conhecer o teu blog. Se nada me tivesses dito, nunca teria conhecimento da tua existência. Mas as tuas palavras, fizeram com que eu tivesse medo que consigas mesmo te sentires a ti propria de uma forma tão negativa que todos os dias que chegam são cada vez mais pesados. Eu sei que há quem não mereça isso. Eu de algum modo o mereci. A solidão e a angústia que cresce e me rasga por dentro. Só espero que vás dando noticias. Ou então darei por ti.
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They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves,
And the bed sweet with flowers on which I lay;
While my soul, love-bound, loitered on its way.
I did not hear the birds about the eaves,
Nor hear the reapers talk among the sheaves:
Only my soul kept watch from day to day,
My thirsty soul kept watch for one away:--
Perhaps he loves, I thought, remembers, grieves.
At length there came the step upon the stair,
Upon the lock the old familiar hand:
Then first my spirit seemed to scent the air
Of Paradise; then first the tardy sand
Of time ran golden; and I felt my hair
Put on a glory,and my soul expand.
Christina Rossetti
Dear ones how could you be so late!Welcome you both beautiful souls!Paulo,your kindness is a luxury!Sunday morning,you managed to scatter my shreded soul even more leaving this here...but by the impregnating of those unlimited lines strangely those misty pieces of me that are now a life threat abruptly realized they would necessarily,as I always knew, reunite in supreme love one day and only on that precise moment it was right to meet the closest time to death.You lightened my destiny.
I hope so...
Just pull yourself together and RE-START!
Giving up is a weaness sign!
Just don't let you be undermined by attitudes or whatever realities you feel weakened for!
They are surely not worthy the value you give them.
Being strong means ignoring and carry on!
Looking forward to reading you here!!
I'll get back to check your winner attitude! **
I see you happier, brighter and warm...within few moments...just because...you're much prettier when you smile and laugh on life and things...:)
And I just hope we can all bring you some light, some sunshine and heat to your most beautiful soul.
I'm in!***
In that child you find beauty untouched by age.
Slowly she grows to womanhood gaining strength along with age.
Years turn into many allowing her to shine,
History in the making beauty of the truest kind.
Through many trials and tribulations she has journeyed there & beyond.
Gaining knowledge with her journey and sharing it along the lines.
Never does she question her purpose upon this world.
For the Timeless Age of Life, has gifted her with treasure untold.
Strength to carry her worries,
Age to make her way,
Beauty in the form of freedom.
And the experience of a journey well made.
especially for you dear Rosedew...
hurry back cuz we miss you..sending some TLC your way...huuggsss
Um asterisco é melhor que nada.
E gostei muito do que foi escrito no post anterior.
Eu não quis menosprezar o teu asterisco. Só disse que era melhor que nada, porque assim deste-me a conhecer o teu blog. Se nada me tivesses dito, nunca teria conhecimento da tua existência.
Mas as tuas palavras, fizeram com que eu tivesse medo que consigas mesmo te sentires a ti propria de uma forma tão negativa que todos os dias que chegam são cada vez mais pesados. Eu sei que há quem não mereça isso. Eu de algum modo o mereci. A solidão e a angústia que cresce e me rasga por dentro.
Só espero que vás dando noticias. Ou então darei por ti.
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