Posted by: Jean-Paul Malfatti
Take time out to love. Love will love that!
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Take time out to love. Love will love that!
If you want the truth: you can't achieve it through sanity.
Our thoughts are not new. What we think, what we write, have been with us from the beginning of time.
Creativity allows many of us to express the same things, in different ways.
Creativity is our attempt to connect, just for an instant, to the original divine source.
Who you are today is the result of your Experience.
Want to be more? Experience More.
A kiss is a gamble.
I believe life is a pyramid: the more you go up, the safer you'll be.
In France, on the first day of May, you bring a bunch of lilies of the valley to your beloved; and you must be the first to do so or it's not true love.
I miss, I miss you... Everytime I think of you, I cry in my mind and invisible tears fall down on my face. My heart is broken, I live in pain and I have no idea when it will the end. Blood. Blood on my head, along my body. Where is the end of suffering? I don't know and honestly is not much important, but... Please talk to me. Talk to me for only another time please. I need you. Listen to me. You know, I am alone in the dark without you. I am alone and incomplete because I've lost a part of me when yoù re gone. Can you see me? Can you hear me? Can you speak to me? Can you come back to me? Can you? I don't believe, I don't think. I don't know where is God, where is hope or happiness. Always I think of you, in reality or dreams. I remember your voice, smile and especially light of your soul. I remember everything and everything remember to me that I continue to be still alone. Alone without you my reason of life, my life. I miss, I miss you. (One day I'll come to you and I'll be happy)
Invite your worst nightmares to have dinner with you. Try to make them smile. If you succeed, they will turn into dreams again.
On meurt toujours trop tôt - ou trop tard. Et cependant la vie est là, terminée: le trait est tirè, il faut faire la somme. Tu n'es rien d'autre que ta vie.
One always dies too soon, or too late. And yet, life is there, finished: the line is drawn, and it must all be added up. You are nothing other than your life.