You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....

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Sunday, 12 January 2014

Who's gonna stop the rain?



There is no rose without a thorn
No rain without the storm
There is no laughter without tears
No wisdom without years
How many rivers must we cross before we learn
That the flood is rising high and the bridges all have burned
Each time another dream is washed into the sea
It's another piece of you, it's another piece of me,
If every soul should lose its way, if every face should lose its name
If no one tries to end this game or find a way to ease the pain
Who's gonna stop the rain?



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