poem

"The stories of the street are mine, the Spanish voices laugh.
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas,
and I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose,
yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose."
- L. Cohen

happiness

I realized that,
 my happiness is,
 dependent on,
on one,
 just me.


Annette

Feburary 11, 2012

"We always attract into our lives whatever we think about most, believe in most strongly, expect on the deepest level, and imagine most vividly." Shakti Gawain