It is like there has never been a problem
It's like there has never been a problem.
Sometimes the days just flow along. And then I ask myself what's the meaning of the word "time"? What's in a few years or the next second? I do not care for wrinkles, menopause and joint pain. No. Is time a supersonic vehicle, and you sit right in the middle? What if the train stops? What would have happened ...
Dead Moon

I can see the moon. Some time ago I wrote poems with passion. No good ones, of course! But it was fun to me and helped me to express my feelings. I also wrote one about the moon. About the lover of the moon, it was a girl? I wrote and wrote. I also have a diary. Previously only those poems were in it. Today it is simply a book in which I write in, if I do not know what to do with my thoughts. So my best friend died almost a year ago, I've always read through the poems I had written for her. Lines full of hope and prayer. Rhymes full of sorrow and pain. You can not escape from a weak heart. Especially not if you live in India. I have never seen her before. And I will also never be able to see her. In such moments I find my faith in God. Only the thought that He takes care of her gives me strength.

The most beautiful gift that the gods granted the people, is the friendship. Some may even praise the wealth, power, honor or the health, I prefer friendship and wisdom above all other goods. In happiness and in adversity the man most wanted on for friendship.

Cicero
25.7.10 22:36
 


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