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Roxana is a woman from Bucharest, Romania

    good wood or bad wood..important is how it burns...*** lemn bun sau lemn rau...importanta e flacara
    He is my love

  • Created Nov 21

  • Created 10:30am














      You kissed me! My head drooped low on your breast
      With a feeling of shelter and infinite rest,
      While the holy emotions my tongue dared not speak,
      Flashed up as in flame, from my heart to my cheek;
      Your arms held me fast; oh! your arms were so bold --
      Heart beat against heart in their passionate fold.
      Your glances seemed drawing my soul through mine eyes,
      As the sun draws the mist form the sea to the skies.
      Your lips clung to mine till I prayed in my bliss
      They might never unclasp from the rapturous kiss.





      Josephine Slocum Hunt




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      I know why the caged bird sings

      A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
      and floats downstream till the current ends
      and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky.

      But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
      can seldom see through his bars of rage
      his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.







      The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
      of things unknown but longed for still
      and his tune is heard on the distant hill
      for the caged bird sings of freedom






      The free bird thinks of another breeze
      and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
      and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.
       

      But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
      his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
      his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.





       



      The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
      of things unknown but longed for still
      and his tune is heard on the distant hill
      for the caged bird sings of freedom.

      ~ Maya Angelou ~ 










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      What is humanity? What is consciousness? What makes you you and not someone else? Why do drugs, mental illnesses, and brain damage make you see things that aren't there? How do you know the things you see right now are real? What is reality, anyway?








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      I believe in you and me
      I believe that we will be
      In love eternally
      Well as far as I can see
      You will always be the one...
      For me
      Oh yes you will

      And I believe in dreams again
      I believe that love will never end
      And like the river finds the sea
      I Was lost, now I'm free
      Cuz I believe in you and me

      Maybe I'm a fool
      To feel the way I do
      But I will play the fool forever
      Just to be with you forever

      I believe in miracles
      And Our love's a miracle
      And yes, baby you're my dream come true
      I was lost, now I'm free
      Cuz I believe
      I beleive in you and me
      See I was lost, now I'm free
      I believe in you and me



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      STANDING ON THE OUTSIDE

      You knew there are consequences
      When I gave you the keys to my heart
      You knew that I had attention
      And you knew that right from the start
      Give me one more day, I'll give you reason to stay
      I want to make you feel, that you don't listen to me
      I'm trying to find the way..

      I feel you inside, while I'm standing on the outside,
      I feel you inside, while I'm standing on the outside,
      Standing on the outside,
      Looking in...

      I came with what you said you needed, then you call me and ask for more,
      I'm shaking dance off feet, but I just can't reach, tell me what I'm fighting for..
      I'm feeling upside down, headed full the ground
      It's just the morning sea, it's just you and me
      Flying at the sea at storm...

      I feel you inside, while I'm standing on the outside,
      I feel you inside, while I'm standing on the outside,
      Standing on the outside,
      Looking in.....

      By DOKKEN






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      "Everything's so blurry
      And everyone's so fake
      And everybody's empty
      And everything is so messed up"


      -Blurry, Puddle of Mud

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      You are a mystery
      Something out of a dream
      A hallucination
      Of my imagination
      Playing creatively

      You are a dream
      Something not of reality
      A whisper
      Of my wishes
      Hoping on shooting stars

      You are a reality
      Something spectacular
      An emotion
      Of my heart
      Jumping up and down