Listen to the rain
Falling falling
With all the raindrops
Singing singing
Light my love to you
Flying flying
Can’t you see my heart
Swooning swooning
July 13 2011 ♥ Littles stories
If so.
When the winds become stronger, will I face? Here lies my heart, between a call for absolute and a need of relativity. I’m on my way.
I’m on the road, on my road and I am not so scared anymore. It doesn’t matter if I don’t know where this road will take me. Somehow I’m on my way. Then someday, somewhere this road will end and I will be at home.
And if I don’t know where is my rose, then I will put a glass dome on every part of my heart, every planet. And if I don’t know where to put my luggage, then I will keep walking until I find the good door.
If I get lost, I need to be found. When I get lost, I need to be found. When I get lost, I will find my way back home.
November 15 2010 ♥ Life is a spiral
For a few weeks ago I have proceeded to some gradual changes on Collide. For most, they are slightly noticeable but I had to work on an optimization for the Opera browser.
So:
By the way, I wish you appreciate Collide. See ya’ dear readers! ☼
October 2 2010 ♥ Misc