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Do you feel sometimes divided?
I do feel this way almost every single day. And that´s what I do: When the fear comes, I wonder what it is asking for. When the urge to change, to consider my truth, assaults me, I stop and learn. No matter the moment of the day or my activity. I pay attention, this is my strategy. I promote integration, that´s my tactic. read more on my blog: myhealingmoments.blogspot.com.es/2014/04/day-523.html
I'm so, so done with the rain and clouds lately. We need the rain in this drought, but I'm ready for some sun....
As part of our Design Month in the office, few selected staffs were given the privilege to write on one of the walls of our Black Meeting room, writings were mostly expression of the Heart, and are written in their native language.
Im sorry Ive been such a rubbish contact, I promise to catch up just as soon as I can ! In the meantime, those of us 'enjoying' the sub zero temperatures, wrap up well !! Those of you sunbathing...Im not jealous at all...Even a bit...really...: o )
Mất thật r`,mình đang bị bõ rơi...
Chìm vào qá khứ hết tất cả.C.ơn vì a đã qên dc e,c.ơn vì tg qa đã cho e nụ cười,Hp nhé a...Cầu mong những dì tốt đẹp sẽ đến w' a ♥
Tấm này là Chà cức des cho mình,lâu l' dồi .Hết hình mới,up đại hình này chĩ đễ viết des thôi.Thông cảm nhé.
XIn nhắc lại đây là Heo dth* bị Củ tỏi xấu xí hành hạ =))))
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allen Besuchern und Freunden meines Fotostreams ein herzliches Dankeschön für eure Kommentare und Kritiken, Einladungen und Favoriten.
all visitors and friends of my photostream, a heartfelt thank you for your comments and reviews, invitations and favorites
We keep drifting away from one another, putting empty words between us.
We keep saying goodbye.
But in reality everything had been lost a long time ago, and there's never been the illusion to retrieve it - to make up for lost time.
A little me time...
Piano Sonata No. 4, Adagio, K 282 (189g), W.A. Mozart.
Inventio 7, BWV 778, J.S. Bach.
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Ich fürchte mich vor Morgen, was wird sein?
Gestern, vorgestern und davor war es auch!
Mehrere Morgen schon!
Bin einfach nicht gesund.
Übergestern, wäre mir jetzt lieber, da war es noch gut. Oder sollte ich mich auf den Frühling freuen? Auf Ostern?
Wird der Strauch bald wieder bunt? Oder begleitet er mich länger?
Es wird enger, ich fürchte mich trotzdem.