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"It Happens That When I Think Of You I Sway, I Prance, I Am Carried Away Like A Leaf In The Wind Until
"It happens that when I think of you I sway, I prance, I am carried away like a leaf in the wind until I lose the notion of who I am. And I realize that loving you wants more silence, more breath than speech and words. But then the wind stops. The leaf falls. I am still. I am firm. Statuesque. And I feel metaphorically heartbroken, then I realize that keeping you needs more speech, more words than silence and breath. But would the wind listen to the leaf, I wonder..."
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(Artwork by Anne Magill.)
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(From A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens.)


(Artwork by Lesley Oldaker.)
"But only in their dreams can men be truly free, T'was always thus and always thus will be."
(An extract from Dead Poets Society.)
A movie I shall treasure for ever. I always watch this movie here and there to catch up with myself and observe and see what's different, what's not, what's new, what lacks, what's irrational, what's inspirational in this life I'm leading. It's a life reflection on a cosmic level.
You, I and Us:
You mistake my mouth for a
Trap or a reeking graveyard,
And I take take yours for a
Phenomenon,
And a pleasant flowerbed.
You see in me what you escape in
Yourself,
And I see in you what I want in
Myself.
There's a you in I
And there's an I in you,
But what we need is to work on Us.
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"This is one moment, But know that another Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy."
-T.S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral-

(Melancolie by Albert György.)
You become so afraid
That you are willing
To surrender your desires
And crawl back into
A sheer safety amid your fears.
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(Artwork by Anne Magill.)