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martedì, 28 ottobre 2008
Delirio delle 00:36 The most difficult thing - but an essential one - is to love Life, to love it even while one suffers. Because Life is all. Life is God. And to love Life means to love God. [Leo Tolstoy] sabato, 25 ottobre 2008
Delirio delle 18:34 Every night I put out the cat, made myself a rum toddy and before I went to bed, said a little prayer thanking God that I was independent. That no one else’s life was mixed up with mine. But lately, I’ve begun to realize that for a long time I have not shed one tear. Nor have I been for one moment outrageously happy . . . There comes a time when you have to decide whether you want to be a fool among fools or a fool alone . . . I’ve decided to join the human race again. [Dolly Levi] giovedì, 09 ottobre 2008
Delirio delle 20:14 Oh God, our heavenly Father.
Oh, God... and my father Who is also in heaven. May the light of this Flickering candle Illuminate the night the way Your spirit illuminates my soul. Papa, can you hear me? Papa, can you see me? Papa can you find me in the night? Papa are you near me? Papa, can you hear me? Papa, can you help me not be frightened? Looking at the skies I seem to see A million eyes which ones are yours? Where are you now that yesterday Has waved goodbye And closed its doors? The night is so much darker; The wind is so much colder; The world I see is so much bigger Now that I'm alone. Papa, please forgive me. Try to understand me; Papa, don’t you know I had no choice? Can you hear me praying, Anything I'm saying Even though the night is filled with voices? I remember everything you taught me Every book I've ever read... Can all the words in all the books Help me to face what lies ahead? The trees are so much taller And I feel so much smaller; The moon is twice as lonely And the stars are half as bright... Papa, how I love you... Papa, how I need you. Papa, how I miss you Kissing me good night... *** Tell me where Where is it written What is it I meant to be? That I can't dare... It all began the day I found.. That from my window I could only see A piece of sky. I stepped outside and looked around. I never dreamed it was so wide Or even half as high. The time had come (Papa, can you hear me?) To try my wings (Papa, are you near me?) And even thought it seemed at any moment I could fall, I felt the most, (Papa, can you see me?) Amazing things, (Can you understand me?) The things you can't imagine if you've never flown at all. Though it's safer to stay on the ground, Sometimes where danger lies There the sweetest of pleasures are found. No matter where I go, There'll be memories that tug at my sleeve, But there will also be More to question, yet more to believe.. Oh tell me where? Where is the someone who will turn and look at me? And want to share My ev'ry sweet-imagined possibility? The more I live - the more I learn. The more I learn - the more I realize The less I know. Each step I take - (Papa, I've a voice now!) Each page I turn - (Papa, I've a choice now!) Each mile I travel only means The more I have to go. What's wrong with wanting more? If you can fly - then soar! With all there is - why settle for just a piece of sky? Papa, I can hear you... Papa, I can see you... Papa, I can feel you... Papa, watch me fly! |
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