I don’t want to get up. Why would I even think about it, at four AM on a Saturday? I don’t know. Something just calls. Scorpio, it whispers, Come to me. Come to me, and te will be free.
Who are you? Where do I go? I call out sleepily. The shout is only in my head, but I feel it goes out into the darkness all the same.
You will know, Scorpio. te will know what to do. Go to the river, it beckons. So I teeter down the stairs, fully clothed, in a dreamlike state.
What kind of crazy person am I? I ask myself. Not an unreasonable question, considering I’m going to a river because a voice in my head told me to. This is the kind of thinking that sends te to an insane asylum. But still, I plod forward, opening the door quietly, and stepping over our threshold. Barefoot.
Wandering down the street, I see the moon shining over me, above me, in the sky. I am following the moon, closer to the universe than ever before. Soon, I am standing on the superiore, in alto of The Bridge Over Skywater.
The Skywater River was named in Native American times, my father told me when I was young. Back then, it was called, “Buegoneguig”, which is Chippewa for “hole in the sky”. I guess they held ceremonies here o something. I would. Anyone would, had they seen the way the stars sparkled on its surface that night. It was like the sky was calling to me. The water called with it. Together, they beckoned me out onto the water.
I stood on the edge of the bridge, my toes curled around the edge. I let the power of the night lap over me, like the water at the river’s banks. And I dove.
I didn’t think, I just jumped. The cold water engulfed me. The light of the moon shone upon me as I resurfaced, feeling stronger than I ever had. The river’s pull didn’t seem to try and take me anywhere, just freezing this moment, perfect, of a girl in a river under a silver sky.
Who are you? Where do I go? I call out sleepily. The shout is only in my head, but I feel it goes out into the darkness all the same.
You will know, Scorpio. te will know what to do. Go to the river, it beckons. So I teeter down the stairs, fully clothed, in a dreamlike state.
What kind of crazy person am I? I ask myself. Not an unreasonable question, considering I’m going to a river because a voice in my head told me to. This is the kind of thinking that sends te to an insane asylum. But still, I plod forward, opening the door quietly, and stepping over our threshold. Barefoot.
Wandering down the street, I see the moon shining over me, above me, in the sky. I am following the moon, closer to the universe than ever before. Soon, I am standing on the superiore, in alto of The Bridge Over Skywater.
The Skywater River was named in Native American times, my father told me when I was young. Back then, it was called, “Buegoneguig”, which is Chippewa for “hole in the sky”. I guess they held ceremonies here o something. I would. Anyone would, had they seen the way the stars sparkled on its surface that night. It was like the sky was calling to me. The water called with it. Together, they beckoned me out onto the water.
I stood on the edge of the bridge, my toes curled around the edge. I let the power of the night lap over me, like the water at the river’s banks. And I dove.
I didn’t think, I just jumped. The cold water engulfed me. The light of the moon shone upon me as I resurfaced, feeling stronger than I ever had. The river’s pull didn’t seem to try and take me anywhere, just freezing this moment, perfect, of a girl in a river under a silver sky.
Her eyes sparkled like a precious stone
Her cuore was much golden than her hair
her charming hair flew in the air
.......But I knew she had an aimless life
Every part of her body was filled with an innocent tear
But I made her comfy and told her dear,
nobody is useless.
As she heard this,
every part of her body went fearless.
In a hand I saw a pearl...
& that hand was of the blonde girl.
The cuore has long been considered to be where feelings of Amore dwell.In Amore songs throughout the ages,love almost always goes together with the heart.The cuore has continuously been viewed as the place where Amore begins and develops.Even the Bible gives quote to Amore and the heart.
The role of the cuore in Amore must come from what happens to it when a person feels strongly attracted to someone.The strong feelings for the other person,especially in the early stages of a relationship,have the results that the cuore starts beating faster and breathing starts speeding up.
According to psychologists,a Amore relationship is a situation that involves a lot of stress and the body reacts to this da getting ready to face the unknown.This has veen called the 'fight o flight' reaction,meeting danger da fighting it o running away.So with love,the cuore accelerates and breathing becomes quick.
The role of the cuore in Amore must come from what happens to it when a person feels strongly attracted to someone.The strong feelings for the other person,especially in the early stages of a relationship,have the results that the cuore starts beating faster and breathing starts speeding up.
According to psychologists,a Amore relationship is a situation that involves a lot of stress and the body reacts to this da getting ready to face the unknown.This has veen called the 'fight o flight' reaction,meeting danger da fighting it o running away.So with love,the cuore accelerates and breathing becomes quick.
now standing on last giorno of anno
i look back and see smiles and tears
somedays it was new too
somedays our mailboxes were filled with greetings
greetings of arrival of 01/01/2011
giorno da giorno we got used to
night da night we got close
so many starts so many ends
so many left so many got friends
learnt so much taught so much
learnt to smile learnt to give
learnt to die learnt to live
with loads of hugs and kisses
bye bye 2011
successivo time we'll say
"damn our cuore still misses
THE 2011"
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i look back and see smiles and tears
somedays it was new too
somedays our mailboxes were filled with greetings
greetings of arrival of 01/01/2011
giorno da giorno we got used to
night da night we got close
so many starts so many ends
so many left so many got friends
learnt so much taught so much
learnt to smile learnt to give
learnt to die learnt to live
with loads of hugs and kisses
bye bye 2011
successivo time we'll say
"damn our cuore still misses
THE 2011"
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.they wanted a longer articolo :P
What do te want in life?,
That's a good domanda I've been asking since God knows when,
I'm a teenager,proudly
Being a teenager isn't that bad, believe me
It isn't like Natale in for many years again...7 years,
7 good years,
Imagine...,
It takes the grace of God not to do anything rash that te would regret for the rest if your life.
Thinking,
Asking yourself the same question,#"How could I've been so stupid?"
Stupid? that doesn't qualify it,
Its più like a gigantic fool,
Sorry the bible told me not to use that word on humans,
I guess stupid would do then,
But I'm happy not to be stupid then'
Like I detto it takes the grace of God,
What do I want in life?,
To be able to "dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord and to en-quire in His temple"- Psalm 27:4
That's a good domanda I've been asking since God knows when,
I'm a teenager,proudly
Being a teenager isn't that bad, believe me
It isn't like Natale in for many years again...7 years,
7 good years,
Imagine...,
It takes the grace of God not to do anything rash that te would regret for the rest if your life.
Thinking,
Asking yourself the same question,#"How could I've been so stupid?"
Stupid? that doesn't qualify it,
Its più like a gigantic fool,
Sorry the bible told me not to use that word on humans,
I guess stupid would do then,
But I'm happy not to be stupid then'
Like I detto it takes the grace of God,
What do I want in life?,
To be able to "dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord and to en-quire in His temple"- Psalm 27:4