| at night my lost memory of you returned
and i was like the empty field where springtime,
without being noticed, is bringing flowers;
i was like the desert over which
the breeze moves gently, with great care;
i was like the dying patient
who, for no reason, smiles.
--faiz ahmed faiz |
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| i love the sunshine and french toast at night. |
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| My heart is yours,
It's you that I hold on to,
That's what I do,
Yeah I saw sparks,
And I saw sparks
....Coldplay |
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| "i know the path. it is straight and narrow. it is sharp as a razor. i rejoice to walk on it. when i slip, i weep. God's word is, he who strives never perishes. i have implicit faith in that promise. though, therefore, from my weakness, i fail a thousand times, i will not lose faith." --mk gandhi |
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| "Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up."
--Pablo Picasso
oh Picasso..so true my friend. 1 more quater (10 glorious weeks) of college and my Senior Art Show and i will be offically a artist..even though i have been one since the day i was born.. June 11th, 2006 i will be graduating from college & starting my life..sweet sweet bliss. |
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