Sunday, February 8, 2009
Time travel
Sometimes when I glance up at the clock, I see the second hand moving backwards. But it quickly resumes its regular motion, like an office worker just noticing the presence of his boss.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
All is possible
a poet that writes poems without words.
a composer who create symphonies out of the elements; rain, wind, fire, waves
a mathematician who constructs shadows of infinite dimensions
an architect who melds water and sky into his floating palaces
a director that blends dreams into movies and reality into dreams
a writer who tells an endless story, because the story is a journey of infinite possibilities
the philosopher who understands that the best paintings are undrawn, the best music is unsung, and the best path is the one not taken
a composer who create symphonies out of the elements; rain, wind, fire, waves
a mathematician who constructs shadows of infinite dimensions
an architect who melds water and sky into his floating palaces
a director that blends dreams into movies and reality into dreams
a writer who tells an endless story, because the story is a journey of infinite possibilities
the philosopher who understands that the best paintings are undrawn, the best music is unsung, and the best path is the one not taken
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