tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463968605009414181.post7820716416214519749..comments2023-05-26T07:27:39.296-04:00Comments on Dusty Old LP: 2012: You and I were born to roamoldworldtravelerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00688577389955805205noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463968605009414181.post-80294386413304784102013-01-24T20:46:57.637-05:002013-01-24T20:46:57.637-05:00I live for the moment that I can feel the rainbow ...I live for the moment that I can feel the rainbow in my hands. The vibrant and living colors, to hold the air for a moment. But air is free and never would be restricted to my hands. So, I must find my freedom through the expression of that freedom. <br /><br />Thank you!oldworldtravelerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00688577389955805205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8463968605009414181.post-79206042493059686742013-01-11T04:56:04.886-05:002013-01-11T04:56:04.886-05:00What do I say? Let's begin at the beginning. T...What do I say? Let's begin at the beginning. The feeling of emptiness, and, fulfilment,are two angles to view the stream of life. The double view intrigues me; as I'm sure it intrigues other people as well. The sound of a joker's sigh, wounds of love and wounds of hate, words half-drown in the clamouring of silent waves; amid all these I often hope to see a little girl, with a rainbow in her hand, walking towards the wine-dark sea,to spread the magic. I live for this moment to happen.<br /><br />Happy New Year, Emily. Keep writing as ever. :-) Minkohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00754160049866274241noreply@blogger.com