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I'm a dreamer and a hopeless romantic.
I live in a world of my own.
Please don't wake me up.
I don't know much about past,present or future, world tragedies or the greatest discoveries of mankind, but why should I know? Tragedies make me sad, the greatest discoveries just give me hopes and dreams that will never come true. So I'll leave it as it is. They say ignorance is bliss and that is the truth. In that case I choose living in my perfect little ignorant bubble for the rest of my life. Don't try to convince me that what I'm doing is wrong. That would mean that my whole existence is wrong and that's something I could never live with.
One day I will wake up, not because I had to, but because I wanted to. But not today...
I am a classical ballet dancer. When I'm dancing the world disappears. I disappear. I'm no longer myself. It's a feeling that can't be described into words. It's like i'm turning into something ethereal. I can feel the music and I let let myself be guided by it. When I'm dancing nothing else matters. When I'm dancing I feel pure.
Dancing is like dreaming with your feet.
People lie. They speak just to hear themselves speaking but their body never lies.
The ballet embodies the notes of music. And sometimes you almost feel like you can see the notes dance up there on the stage.
When I was little my grandfather called me Jolene, after that Dolly Parton song and that became my name ever since. My real name doesn't even matter anymore. I am Jolene.
"If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime, he couldn't love you as much as I do in a single day."
Some people do not understand Heathcliff's love for Catherine, but I think I do.
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
Amor tussisque non celantur
Love was just the same thousands of years ago.
Do not expect much from my poetry. I'm a dancer stranded into the poetry land.
~Crush~
he knew how to sustain my gaze
(like a dissertation)
and every time he talked to me
my hands would caress each other
in hiding
(one of them pretending it was his)
I was quivering around each map,
year or name of a leader
you,
(pardon me),
you Sir
I loved more than chocolate
Je t'aime
Tu le sais
Mais ça ne fait rien.
Non, rien de rien,
Non, je ne regrette rien,
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait,
Ni le mal, tout ça m'est bien égal.
Non, rien de rien,
Non, je ne regrette rien,
C'est payé, balayé, oublié,
Je me fous du passé.
Avec mes souvenirs, j'ai allumé le feu,
Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs, je n'ai plus besoin d'eux,
Balayées les amours, avec leurs trémolos,
Balayées pour toujours, je repars à zéro
Non, rien de rien,
Non, je ne regrette rien,
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait,
Ni le mal, tout ça m'est bien égal.
Non, rien de rien,
Non, je ne regrette rien,
Car ma vie car mes joies,
Aujourd'hui, ça commence avec toi.
Edith Piaf - Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
I love Edith Piaf
J'ai tant rêvé, j'ai tant rêvé que je ne suis plus d'ici.
on Apr 22 2010 03:09 AM
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