Early Youth "Rêveries"

Early Youth "Rêveries" by @TheInkBee

 La la la la la la la la... la la la lalaaa, lalala. Laa!


I'd like to...
Fly away on a Rocket


Somewhere with music
And books,
Pens...lots of pens,
Mec pencils, few erasers,
Diaries, notebooks,
Sketchbooks too
Food and pots
Plates, forks and knives
A kitchen all set
A closet, a few drawers
Perhaps laundry room
Windows all over,
With curtains for shade
Light, lots of light
Candles, lamps, and bulbs
On my own little planet
I hope you'll come and see
The stars at night
The sun at dawn
The moon, the sky, the sea...
I live in space
Way past the clouds
I built a home
That's all my own
Come and visit me.






"Home is where your history begins" - Billie Letts

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• Location:mi casa
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• Music:Do You Remember - Jack Johnson

by xnightstar  Musings of an Amateur

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Atonement.

Atonement.


I am sorry I ever told a lie.
Which I must have at some point.

"Sorry" does not mend anything, however.

Foolish things one might have done in youth can have serious repercussions of which caliber one could only begin to imagine.

But there is no time for regrets, once you speak a word nothing can bring it back; your voice won't fly in reverse, the reverbrations of vocal chords cannot be undone and time is only fleeting. Think before speaking.

The power of words is just as powerful as that of the voice.  We all have a voice; use it wisely.

Ciertas cosas que uno ve, que sean ficticias o reales, cartas escritas o nostalgias actuadas, 
existe la posibilidad, siempre la posibilidad, de que lleguen al alma. 
Y que nos hagan pensar.

En que piensas, amor? Porque lloras? Porque ries?
Dime, hablame, cuentame... Que sucede.


Si el sol se apagara
Las estrellas se escondieran
La luna no brillara mas...

What would happen then?
Que ferais-tu?  Moi, je vais ecrire. Je vais ecrire et ecrire sans cesse.  by Xnightstar


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