"present" @ 17:21
Thursday, 27 June 2013
夢ぢには
あしもやすめず
かよへども
うつつにひとめ
見しごとはあらず
Though I go to you
ceaselessly along dream paths,
the sum of those trysts
is less than a single glimpse
granted in the waking world.
小野小町 (Ono no komachi)
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"lullaby of birdland" @ 17:12
Morikawa Natsuki(모리카와 나츠키/森川七月) Lullaby Of Birdland
Lullaby of Birdland, that`s what I,
always hear, when you sigh,
Never in my wordland could
there be ways to reveal
In a phrase, how I feel
Heard you ever heard two turtle doves,
bill and coo,when they love.
That`s the kind of magic music
we make with our lips, when we kiss
And there`s a weepy old willow,
he really knows how to cry,
That`s how I`d cry on my pillow,
if you should tell me farewell and goodbye
lullaby of Birdland,whisper low,
kiss me sweet, and we`ll go
Flyin` high in Birdland, high in the sky up above.
all because we`re in love.
Have you ever heard two turtle doves,
bill and coo,when they love.
That`s the kind of magic music
we make we our lips, when we kiss
And there`s a weppy old willow,
he really knows how to cry,
That`s how I`d cry on my pillow,
if you should tell me farewell and goodbye
lullaby of Birdland,whisper low,
kiss me sweet, and we`ll go
Flyin` high in Birdland, high in the sky up above.
all because we`re in love.
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"your future husband.." @ 22:20
Wednesday, 26 June 2013
Came across this letter from a dear dad .. *sigh
Dear Cutie-Pie,
Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was
“How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to
“keep him interested.”
Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest.
(If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be kept
interested, because he knows
you are
interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his
wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is
strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he
votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
You.
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
Your eternally interested guy,
Daddy
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"Dejavu?" @ 02:57
Sunday, 23 June 2013
No .... Not again.. Really ?
I can't bear another crumbles... Another shatters .. Another shards...
Yet ... It is coming in a full force .. Refusing the conscious mind to respond and reason ...
I thought it was all enough but perhaps
I'm mistaken ..
The it-which-should-not-be-named..
Stop from overflowing me with the unstoppable urge
No.. Not again
Not anymore...
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