My first

my last, my everything?

Friday, February 01, 2008

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Of course......means of course.......



not perhaps....

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Eskimo kiss

Sometimes there is no need.......

sometimes things are better with an Eskimo kiss

Who can argue?

Amigos para siempre
Means you'll always be my friend
Amics per sempre
Means a love that cannot end
Friends for life
Not just a summer or a spring
Amigos para siempre

Friday, January 18, 2008

Deadline coming up.....

and yet again I find myself wanting to update my blog, I feel like I cannot write anything more before I have written these few words here... As having a lot of work to do makes me try to do other things instead, I came across this verse. I know, I am not a very religious person, but the message is more than that. I really like this verse..

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.


It is from 1. Kor 13:4-8, and I seem to remember that if you read it (and understand) from the original language there are so many more words being used for the word LOVE, words that they do not have in English. Does anyone know anything about this? Am I making it up, or is this true?

Well, enough of my silly talk.... My dissertation prevails....

Monday, December 03, 2007

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Can it be.... that we can meet people that we were suppose to meet a bit later? That it was a mistake to meet up that early? That if it was a bit later everything would have been fixed?

I'm just wondering

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

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And sometimes I despair that I will never see




Another man like him

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

all honour to Pavarotti

Tramuta in lazzi lo spasmo ed il pianto
in una smorfia il singhiozzo e 'l dolor, Ah!

Ridi, Pagliaccio,
sul tuo amore infranto!
Ridi del duol, che t'avvelena il cor!