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Little Star - Madonna
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The Exclamation Comma. “Just because you’re excited about something doesn’t mean you have to end the sentence.”
That’s true.
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Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.
Love, by Pablo Neruda
I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life/I hope there’s a kite in your hand/that’s flying all the way up to orion/and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out/I hope you’re smiling
Sometimes you have to be going nowhere in particular to get to where you are going. Every choice we make shapes who we are. Where ever I go there I am, and it is the experiences I’ve been through that enables me to react to my surroundings in the way that I do. So for now, I’m jumping on the bus that’s going ‘Nowhere In Particular’, I’m just going, going, going to find my way to a destination I haven’t even fathomed of, yet. I’m releasing the shackles that make me another slave to progress, but only for a little while.