Friday, January 18, 2008

coz yu are Red...............


R is for RED
Red is for BLOOD
Blood is for HEART
Heart is for LOVE
And the LOVE is for
Yu coz yu are RED............

because yu are nice...................





NEVER CRY FOR ANY RELATION IN LIFE

BECAUSE FOR THE ONE WHOM YOU CRY

DOES NOT DESERVE YOUR TEARS

AND THE ONE WHO DESERVES

WILL NEVER LET YOU CRY.................

TREAT EVERYONE WITH POLITENESS

EVEN THOSE WHO ARE RUDE TO YOU,

NOT BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT NICE

BUT BECAUSE YOU ARE NICE.......................

because yu are nice...................

Saturday, January 5, 2008

what is love......



"Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come."

"It is better to die with memories than to live with only dreams."

"Sometimes love is for a moment, sometimes love is for a lifetime.
Sometimes a moment is a lifetime."

so live every moment................

oh..... if you could .............

The professors in the academy say, "Do not make the model
more beautiful than she is," and my soul whispers, "O if you
could only paint the model as beautiful as she really is


Extract from one of Gibran's letters

Love......................

Love
What's wrong with you, with us,
what's happening to us?
Ah our love is a harsh cord
that binds us wounding us
and if we want
to leave our wound,
to separate,
it makes a new knot for us and condemns us
to drain our blood and burn together.

What's wrong with you? I look at you
and I find nothing in you but two eyes
like all eyes, a mouth
lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, more beautiful,
a body just like those that have slipped
beneath my body without leaving any memory.

And how empty you went through the world
like a wheat-colored jar
without air, without sound, without substance!
I vainly sought in you
depth for my arms
that dig, without cease, beneath the earth:
beneath your skin, beneath your eyes,
nothing,
beneath your double breast scarcely
raised
a current of crystalline order
that does not know why it flows singing.
Why, why, why,
my love, why?

Pablo Neruda