"It's still a beautiful night," he said. He lay down on the ground. "Climb on," he said. "Let's go for a ride." The moon lit up the whole yard and William, white beneath me. I folded my robe and tucked it under his head. Tiny leaves shook loose, bronze snow floating down upon us, sticking gently in my hair and his, until we were almost covered. (Amy Bloom --Where the god of love hangs out)
Eller om jag kunde dansa som en prima ballerina
förändra världen och hur människor ser den
eller skriva en sång som är poesi. Som lyckas fånga essensen av livet och som är så vacker att jag får gåshud.
"There's four new colors in the rainbow
An old man's taking polaroids
But all he captures is endless rain, endless rain
He say's listen, takes my head and puts my ear to his
And I swear I can hear the sea
Sometimes, when I look in your eyes I can see your soul" James – Sometimes
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