I love the line "you're mainly a mystery with violins filling in space". Magic fills in the gaps. Romance existed, indeed it thrived without a life CV and perhaps it thrived because of the absence of personal information. Yet, I can't help feeling sad that it wasn't love everlasting but maybe romantic love isn't meant to last.
An insight into the workings of my mind. You have been warned ;-) Here you will find my musings on various matters. From the profound to the ridiculous: seemingly disparate elements yet often found to be two sides of the same coin. Notable recent thoughts are mostly about personal growth and Astrology.
07 June 2014
Love song to a stranger - Joan Baez
Reading the beautiful poem by Nandini Sahu has reminded me of an equally beautiful piece of poetry by Joan Baez. I love Joan's contemporary folk songs. I'm quite partial to her traditional songs and protest pieces too. Anyway, here is a You Tube vid of 'Love song to a stranger' by Joan Baez.
I love the line "you're mainly a mystery with violins filling in space". Magic fills in the gaps. Romance existed, indeed it thrived without a life CV and perhaps it thrived because of the absence of personal information. Yet, I can't help feeling sad that it wasn't love everlasting but maybe romantic love isn't meant to last.
I love the line "you're mainly a mystery with violins filling in space". Magic fills in the gaps. Romance existed, indeed it thrived without a life CV and perhaps it thrived because of the absence of personal information. Yet, I can't help feeling sad that it wasn't love everlasting but maybe romantic love isn't meant to last.
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