What is beauty?
one might ask...
well for me it depends on what we appreciates...
I would say...
We have more to appreciate when we appreciates more...
the ones who said dancing in the rain is nothing never dance in one...
have you ever did something that you always dream of doing?
so,
whats stopping you...
what?
scared...
that people around you will laugh at you?
feel silly?
feel stupid?
aren't we all...
if we did not do what we want to do...
thats why...
JUST DO IT!
is a Damn strong of a slogan!
I love Advertising for your info...
ever walk barefoot in the stream after the rain?
ever put your face up to watch the rain falls straight on your face?
ever wonder how far the journey it took for that small minute rain fall to collect the cold thru its fine body then have the opportunity of land on your face?
Isnt that Magic?
ever put your face half in the sea and another half facing the sky?
One ear listening to the waves below while the other are collecting the whispering wind...
Well, i did...
It feels so GREAT to be ALIVE!
So Blessed...
SO Free...
Have you ever...?
be one with nature....
I missed all that while
I am running in this concrete jungle...
running, panting....
for what?
Till when?
Leonardo Da Vinnci once said...
"You can run but do stop sometimes to smell the flowers..."
but I am still running ...
towards the light that I believe is there...
with the ones I love so...
A dear sis said to me...
Its not who you are with,
its who you will ended up with...
I love her then...
I love her still...
This is a long marathon for me.
It started on the 11th October 1971.
where it ends...
Nobody knows.
Till then...
Keep running my friends...
but do stop to smell the flowers.
Thats beauty for me....
It never ends....
It never will.
Love you all.
:) Ryo
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
"The Windmills Of Your Mind"
"The Windmills Of Your Mind"
from "The Thomas Crown Affair")
Music by Michel Legrand
Lyrics by Alan Bergman and Marilyn Bergman
Round,
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending on beginning,
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain,
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind!
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind!
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
or the fragment of a song,
half-remembered names and faces
but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair?
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
from "The Thomas Crown Affair")
Music by Michel Legrand
Lyrics by Alan Bergman and Marilyn Bergman
Round,
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending on beginning,
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain,
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind!
Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind!
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that I said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
or the fragment of a song,
half-remembered names and faces
but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair?
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
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