sleepless at nights

February 18, 2012

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Cabaret Voltaire - I Want You

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February 18, 2012

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February 18, 2012

Those days in the sun

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December 30, 2011

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August 29, 2011

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (by Robert Frost)

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of the easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

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August 11, 2011

Prenostalgia

In a few months I will have to say goodbye. I will have to leave this place and the people here.

She always made me feel nervous right before our meetings and I always liked her for that. She made my heart pound after so many years. I felt alive by her side.

I never told her that. How could I?

I will greatly miss her deep voice and her gentle touch. The grace in her moves and her discreet smile.

Our night-walks in the woods, our late discussions there, her twisted sense of humor and all of the moments that we shared are some of the things that I will remember with great nostalgia.

She will never know.

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May 24, 2011