Monday, May 21, 2007
Wow.
The high sugar intake that I took for the last couple of months is insane, man.
I crave for more and more sugar.
Maybe that’s the reason why I cant fit in most of my jeans and workpants. Yesterday was the worse. i, literally, need to pull down the zip of my pants cause I cant breathe properly.I have to do more sit ups.
oh and dont start reminding me about the drama at Bardot yesterday.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Love After Love
The time will comewhen, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
~Derek Walcott~
(born January 23, 1930) is a West-Indian poet, playwright, writer and visual artist who writes mainly in English. Born in Castries, St. Lucia, he won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1992. "Love After Love" is one of his well-known poems.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
the curse of being in love
...
I then told him all the things that i thought i had better keep inside
all of which revealed, i was in love
contemplating everything while doing nothing
on the verge of tears just because you are somewhat in love
i dont wanna be afraid and worry in the shade about the end
when i should be out being in love
but i'll need some proof
won't you treat me to a dose?
although i know so well
i cant tell
it wont get better
embrace the curse so it doesnt get worse
You can tell me everything
I'm old enough to know where you have been
I couldn't ever fall out of our love
Fact and fiction look alike when such a lightning strikes
But I believe that I can face the curse of being in love
...
~sondre lerche~