Sunday, September 7, 2014

The unbearable lightness of being...


We better be careful that our imagination does not take the reality over by feeding our need for intensity.
(Goradana)

“Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.”
(Sara Teasdale)

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