As a very young child, I would try to run and chase the clouds, trying to win in vain against it. My motley of friends and I would run up towards a nearby empty field which had an abandoned flour mill, and conjure our stories about that mill, the ghosts that haunted.We would roll, laugh, push each other, till it would be evening and our mom's would come looking for us...so many many nights and days later, I still want to relish that spirit which I had as a child.We may grow old, but there are some memories which have the magical power of taking us back to the time of innocence...



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Saturday, January 29, 2011

Life on a sidewalk

Show me that mirror on the wall
Which says thou is the fairest of all
I know I am not perfect
Never pretended to be
Yet, you ask me to stand in front of the mirror

I ask myself, “why not run away and be free?”
For I am happy being lonely
For I am fine with nobody’s company
Like that old record song in my shelf
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