Monday, May 29, 2006
THE sea is never still.
It pounds on the shore
as well as the hearts
Restless as a young heart,
Hunting.
The sea speaks
And only the stormy hearts
Know what it says:
It is the face
of a rough girl speaking.
The sea is young.
One storm cleans all the hoar
And loosens the age of it.
I hear it laughing,
reckless.
They love the sea,
Men who ride on it
And know they will loose it
Under the salt of it
Let only the young come,
Says the sea.
Let them kiss my face
And hear me.
I am the last word
And I tell
Where storms and stars come from.
that is from the hearts of
us....
training dam blardy long again la..got srpinting and all..then some more..got things to trouble me even more..2 racket brokes while playing..ohh wel...my knuckles are broken as well..haha...ohh well..maybe thats the way to venge my anger...yup..any way..i dunno how ot put it..dunno if 2days a day to celebrate or to get sad..ohh well..maybe i have mood swings...haha..
love everyone..bye..
tried to bend down. 3:38 AM
