i’d never apologize to anybody in this world for being a loving sacrificing catholic.!
To Live and Die in israel.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zf5UfOuvQHQ&feature=player_embedded
Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower
and you its only seed.
It’s the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance,
It’s the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance.
It’s the one who won’t be taken,
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong.
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun’s love
in the spring
becomes the rose
Shoutbox
How would u respond to someone or some particular group of people if; and when they hurt u., they do it without realizing that their quirked conventional sensitivities on what it means to be christian., wont let them grab the garb of Jesus too when He is grabbing the hand of this humble servant into the Outer Heavens...! Praise God.!
AnonymousBy Paying all our selfless sacrificed and atoned burned for an sweetsmell aroma;
arosed in life.!
To Live And Die In Israel.
http://yaigarcia.wordpress.com/2011/07/16/i-love-you-2/
To My God’s Virgin Of Carmel in Maria.!
Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower
and you its only seed.
It’s the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance,
It’s the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance.
It’s the one who won’t be taken,
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong.
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun’s love
in the spring
becomes the rose
To Live and Die in israel.
Some say love, it is a river…
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that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower
and you its only seed.
It’s the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance,
It’s the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance.
It’s the one who won’t be taken,
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong.
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun’s love
in the spring
becomes the rose
To Live and Die in israel…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zf5UfOuvQHQ&feature=player_embedded
Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower
and you its only seed.
It’s the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance,
It’s the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance.
It’s the one who won’t be taken,
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong.
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun’s love
in the spring
becomes the rose
Edward I. Koch served nine years in Congress, but he returned to New York every chance he got. Being away from his beloved city too long, he said, gave him “the bends.” His love affair with the city — often not unrequited — would last a lifetime.
On a day like this…
God had to bringme back and need to remember this …of a Composer heart like mine…December..18…2012
Music washes away from the soul
the dust of everyday life.
- Berthold Auerbach
where’s gigantor when u need him..? tumblrbot:
garabating::-)
SOMETIMES I WISH I WAS BIG LIKE THIS GUY BUT THEN I WOULDN’T FIT IN THE ELEVATOR TO GET TO THE TUMBLR OFFICE
Sassy Robot by Roger von Biersborn
I APPROVE OF THIS SASSY LPocho’s ROBOT
