beautiful love,beautiful world


Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.

The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.

You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.

The mist, like love, plays upon the heart of the hills and bring out surprises of beauty.

The grass seeks her crowd in the earth.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

The artist is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her master.

How far are you from me, O Fruit?
I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.

This longing is for the one who is felt in the dark, but not seen in the day.

Love said to the world, "I am thine."
The world gave it the freedom of her house.

The mist is like the earth's desire.
It hides the sun for whom she cries.

The sadness of my soul is her bride's veil.
It waits to be lifted in the night.

The cloud stood humbly in a corner of the sky.
The morning crowned it with splendour.

Do not linger to gather flowers to keep them, but walk on, for flowers will keep themselves blooming all your way.

Roots are the branches down in the earth.
Branches are roots in the air.

The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest.

The touch of the nameless days clings to my heart like mosses round the old tree.

The sun has his simple rode of light. The clouds are decked with gorgeousness.

The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying to catch stars.

The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.

the grass-blade is worthy of the great world where it grows.

The night kisses the fading day whispering to his ear, I am death, your mother. I am to give you fresh birth.

The sunshine greets me with a smile.
The rain, his sad sister, talks to my heart.

My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.
In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.

I am the autumn cloud, empty of rain, see my fulness in the field of ripened rice.

Sit still, my heart, do not raise your dust.
Let the world find its way to you.

Last Weekend

The Weekend Before This One...

Life has become a series of weekends that just seem to blend into one another without fail, no weekdays or anything, just saturdays and sundays are all that exist to me anymore.I cant remember were the week went, i literally cant recall what i did on Monday...??? Is this a serious problem, waiting for Friday night to arrive so the weekend can go underway.

Not that its that big a deal i was just getting alittle worried about my frame of mind is all, i mean everybody craves the weekends its just that they dont completely zone out mon-fri just whilst in waiting.

There is a week and a half left till the SPECIAL DAY arrives!!! Valentine's Day!~~people are prepared but have idea of what other people are doing in that day. Please leave a comment about your "PLAN IN Valentine's Day" ideas so that everyhting can be worked out!!!

Anyway im going to watch the Super Mario Brothers Movie right now, as i love that movie and Bob Hoskins is funny...

Destiny

Has anyone ever really stopped to think about what their destiny might be? Alot of people believe that there isnt such a thing and that life is what you make it. I have always been a firm believer in that theory myself, however only last night did i sit down and think about my life up until now and i pondered this years events and how they affected me and the people i love or came to love. I have come to one conclusion...destiny must exist.

Imagine a life without meaning, without reason, without purpose...

How can it be that destiny is untrue? This question can be related to "what is the meaning of life?" Ask yourself, "why am i here? What am i suposed to be doing with my life?" and see if you can come up with an answer. Many of you may find that you cannot think of an answer, or at least not one that you think is satisfactory.

This is because you don't really WANT to know what that answer is...

Can it be that weve all buried ourselves alive in distractions, things that take our minds off this question, things that have nothing to do with who we are and who we are to become. Personally i don't like it, this feeling of potential being wasted, like being in some kind of forever sleep where my mind is continuously being polluted by nothingness.

Perhaps it's time to wake up...

Perhaps it's time for us all to wake up and realise not who we want to be but who we were meant to become.

Who is your Favourite character in the Friends?

Friends was a popular long-running American sitcom about a group of six friends living in the Manhattan borough of New York City. It had a hundred of funny stories. I watched all ten seasons twice. First time I watched it for studying English, but the show attracted me very quickly. I like their humorous’style because the show never seemed to be trying to make the audience laugh. It was more like the characters were laughing with us. I think that is very smart skills. Although it is a comedy, it also lets me know many truths.
There are six main characters in the Friends. They are Rachel Green, Monica Geller, Joey Tribbiani, Phoebe Buffay, Chandler Bing and Ross Geller. My favorite character is Joey Tribbiani is a good-hearted womanizer who has proven very successful with the ladies ("How you doin'?"). I like him not just because he has a good look. His thought is always simple just like a child. I think if people can like Joey that the world will become simple, too. Then everybody will easy to get happiness.

P.S: Here are all six characters, if you already watched Friends, and you know who are them, you can leave a comment that tells me who is your favorite start in the Friends. Thanks ^.^