2nd time
or maybe there shdn't be any more :)
i am falling in love with Edvard Greig's works, especially From Holberg's Time Op.40.
the passionate music resonates every chord in my heart, and moves every veins in my body
Someone who long for a rejuvenation of childhood innocent in this world of hypocrisy and irony... Someone who long for a touch of love in this cold and heartless strange land... Like a fallen angel, heaven seems to be so near, yet so far from me... Begin with the end in mind. Think death as the destination, As we edge closer to it everyday I love you
Her beauty could stun the blind,
Her warmth could melt the frozen heart,
Her intelligence could humble the wise,
Her love could taunt just any man,
Her unassuming grace. Her unpretentious elegance. Her cool equanimity.
God must be feeling particular generous the day she was created,
For her life is an impeccable art.
His look could thrill every plastic surgeon,
His warmth could keep the ice solid,
His intelligence could thwart the best educator,
His love could terrify just any woman
His stubborn persistence. His unbelivable imbecility. His foolish pugnacity.
God must be feeling particular prankish the day he was made,
For his life is an unmistakable joke.