Right now my whole being feels like a pastiche of a million poetries. thoughts have melted into curving, dripping, flowing ideas. i close my eyes and it feels like i am dancing.. moving with the breeze... waltzing with dry leaves. levitated. light.
i am listening to Il postino's soundtrack which has neruda's poetry.
and its making me yearn to read some kundera all over again. maybe, i will read laughable loves once more. its worth it at any rate.
sleep, i have found a substitute for you. good night.
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what were you on? can you get me some?
hey i had brought some irish music for ya.....
i was on some real good music and a wish to submit to it. :P
and give the music na be! kevha deshil.. rip and send mp3s :P who's it btw? chieftains?
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