Intimidation and fear for the future crumble in the face of wisdom or does it
The truth was I could not manage my soul, and I was becoming aware of old age because of my weakness in the face of love.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Memomories Of My Melancholy Whores
Labels: "Infatuation", a real rambling, care, hope, missing you beside my bed, missing you in our conversations
posted by the lowly gardener at
1:21 PM
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In complete solitude I always wonder
What if love is something that matters not.. Will earth be of heaven or hell?
If so, the world would be of a dismal emptiness. Never mind should it be heaven or hell.
There would only be form but without substance, no color nor life
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