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  • About me:The Epic of Sadness
    Your love taught me to grieve
    and I have been in need, for centuries
    a woman to make me grieve
    for a woman, to cry upon her arms
    like a sparrow
    for a woman to gather my pieces
    like shards of broken crystal
    Your love has taught me, my lady, the worst habits
    it has taught me to read my coffee cups
    thousands of times a night
    to experiment with alchemy,
    to visit fortune tellers
    It has taught me to leave my house
    to comb the sidewalks
    and search your face in raindrops
    and in car lights
    and to peruse your clothes
    in the clothes of unknowns
    and to search for your image
    even.....even.....
    even in the posters of advertisements
    your love has taught me
    to wander around, for hours
    searching for a gypsies hair
    that all gypsies women will envy
    searching for a face, for a voice
    which is all the faces and all the voices...
    Your love entered me...my lady
    into the cities of sadness
    and I before you, never entered
    the cities of sadness
    I did not know...
    that tears are the person
    that a person without sadness
    is only a shadow of a person...
    Your love taught me
    to behave like a boy
    to draw your face with chalk
    upon the wall
    upon the sails of fishermen's boats
    on the Church bells, on the crucifixes,
    your love taught me, how love,
    changes the map of time...
    Your love taught me, that when I love
    the earth stops revolving,
    Your love taught me things
    that were never accounted for
    So I read children's fairytales
    I entered the castles of genies
    and I dreamt that she would marry me
    the Sultan's daughter
    those eyes..
    clearer than the water of a lagoon
    those lips...
    more desirable than the flower of pomegranates
    and I dreamt that I would kidnap her like a knight
    and I dreamt that I would give
    her necklaces of pearl and coral
    Your love taught me, my lady,
    what is insanity
    it taught me...how life may pass
    without the Sultan's daughter arriving
    Your love taught me
    How to love you in all things
    in a bare winter tree,
    in dry yellow leaves
    in the rain, in a tempest,
    in the smallest cafe, we drank in,
    in the evenings...our black coffee
    Your love taught me...to seek refuge
    to seek refuge in hotels without names
    in churches without names...
    in cafes without names...
    Your love taught me...how the night
    swells the sadness of strangers
    It taught me...how to see Beirut
    as a woman...a tyrant of temptation
    as a woman, wearing every evening
    the most beautiful clothing she possesses
    and sprinkling upon her breasts perfume
    for the fisherman, and the princes
    Your love taught me how to cry without crying
    It taught me how sadness sleeps
    Like a boy with his feet cut off
    in the streets of the Rouche and the Hamra
    Your love taught me to grieve
    and I have been needing, for centuries
    a woman to make me grieve
    for a woman, to cry upon her arms
    like a sparrow
    for a woman to gather my pieces
    like shards of broken crystal
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★ ღ ♫ Royal Zorpian Verified Zorpian 100, Vatican City State
In kindergarten your idea of a good friend
was the person who let you have the red crayon
when all that was left was the ugly black one.

In first grade your idea of a good friend
was the person who went to the bathroom with you
and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.

In second grade your idea of a good friend
was the person who helped you stand up
to the class bully.

In third grade your idea of a good friend
was the person who shared their lunch
with you when you forgot yours on the bus.

In fourth grade your idea of a good friend
was the person who was willing to switch square dancing
partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be
stuck do-si-do-ing with the dork of the class.

In fifth grade your idea of a friend
was the person who saved a seat
on the back of the bus for you.

In sixth grade your idea of a friend
was the person who went up to your new crush,
and asked them to dance with you,
so that if they said no
you wouldn't have to be embarrassed.

In seventh grade your idea of a friend was
the person who let you copy the social studies homework
from the night before that you had forgotten about.

In eighth grade your idea of a good friend
was the person who helped you pack up your
stuffed animals and old baseball cards
so that your room would be a "high schooler's" room,
but didn't laugh at you when you
finished and broke out into tears.

In ninth grade your idea of a good friend
was the person who went with you
to that "cool" party thrown by a senior
so you wouldn't wind up
being the only freshman there.

In tenth grade your idea of a good friend
was the person who changed their schedule so
you would have someone to sit with at lunch.

In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend
was the person who gave you rides in their new car,
convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded,
consoled you when you broke up with your significant other
and found you a date to the prom.

In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend
was the person who helped you pick out a college,
assured you that you would get into that college,
helped you deal with your parents who were having
a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go.

At graduation your idea of a good friend
was the person who was crying on the inside but
managed the biggest smile one could give
as they congratulated you.

The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend
was the person who helped you clean up from that party.
Helped you sneak out of the house when you just
couldn't deal with your parents.
Assured you that now that your
significant other were back together,
you could make it through anything.

Helped you pack up for college
and just silently hugged you as you looked
through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories
you were leaving behind.

And finally on those last days of childhood,
went out of their way to come over
and send you off with a hug, alot of memories
and reassurance that you would make it in college
as well as you had these past 18 years.
But most importantly sent you off to college
knowing you were loved.

Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person
who gives you the better of the two choices.
Holds your hand when you're scared.
Helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you.
Thinks of you at times when you are not there.
Reminds you of what you have forgotten.

Helps you put the past behind you but understands
when you need to hold on to it a little longer.
Stays with you so that you have confidence.
Goes out of their way to make time for you.

Helps you clear up your mistakes.
Helps you deal with pressure from others.
Smiles for you when they are sad.
Helps you become a better person.
However most importantly loves you!

3/15/2009 3:31 PMhello

thailadypatty
thailadypatt 43, almere, Netherlands

3/8/2009 5:17 PMbuna

solitudine
dana 34, Targu-Mures, Romania
super poze
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