Re: Pjese nga Ditari qe nuk mbaj...
<font color="brown">Hello dearest, closest, hello my self shaped in letters, signs, spaces; hello my thought breeze my chill of feelings. Your last page for this year and it's got to be long, so long as to contain the pieces of a year.
White Christmas today, they call it so,
I took myself and set down low
My fingers closed so tight in chest
Just took a breath, a second rest
And my soul took out from inside
And all around I left aside.
A myriad of pieces come and mingle
With eyes closed I find the riddle
I have to say a few now words
The head I bow and let the cords
Sing heil-a-lo with muttered words
And so in sounding silence start
Thus hold my senses drift apart
I have to thank so many 'ones'
To tell them how my feeling run ...
But, now the rhyme has left away and I just different shall go on. At least a page understands what I say, with no response, with no smart comment to tell me how lunatic I might sound. I got a long line to start.
<font color="black"> To my parents: </font>
I thank my GOD you exist. I thank HIM for having made you what you are, for the support, the joys, the sorrows you share with me, the readiness to be always there, even if I might not say it; thank you for the times I cry, I shout, I behave or not, for the times I push, for the comfort you give, for the sacrifice, for the heart, for the love, so big it is that never exhausted seems. Thank you for all the pride you take in me, though undeserved sometimes, for all the times you believe in me, even when I, myself, no confidence have. Thank you for being my good fortune, my everything best. To tell how much you mean, means less than what I want to say /pf/images/graemlins/wub.gif.
<font color="black"> To somebody (once upon a time a real friend, now lost in painless oblivion) : </font>
Thanks for poetry you gave, for disappointments you inflicted, for disdain returned with the same coin, for you forgetgulness that meakes me strongly believe to be worthy, for the aggressiveness making me understand my sweet part, for the gentleness that puts me on alert, for the intelligence telling me how high I stand. Thanks for all the paradoxes that fill me with the belief to be somebody very special. You have no merit in this, that's why I thank you.
<font color="black">To friends (my closest one). </font>
So much I have to thank you about, so much my soul wants to pour out the rainbow of feelings that never end. Thank you for all that makes me good and gives me joy. So grateful I am to have you always near, always there, to listen to my every word more than it deserves, more than it counts. Thanks for the blessing you give, for being my benchmarks, my pillars, the axis around which I build my being. LOVE has got your names embroidered in its silken vest. /pf/images/graemlins/wub.gif
<font color="black"> To my enemies: </font>
Thank you for making me stop to idealize, thank you for making me appreciate how valuable are the things I already have. Thank you for the strength you induce in me to face the traps you place my way, for the obstacles I have to overcome. Thank you for my alertness, readiness, ego, alter ego, aggressiveness, stubborness, calm, coolness, reason and non-reason. May life never let me without you, may time make me stronger to build myself high upon frustrations you try to inflict. May God give me a heart to forgive, but not forget.
<font color="black"> To a little treasure /pf/images/graemlins/wub.gif : </font>
You're special dearest, you're sun, you're air, the air I breathe full-nostril at every blink awake and asleep. Thank you for being the gift you are, thank you for making me the person I am. With my whole heart a king's crown would I picture for you, as your kingdom so vast in the being is. /pf/images/graemlins/wub.gif
<font color="black"> To myself: </font>
Thanks for enduring, for living, for crying, complaining, kneeling and fighting; thanks for resources, for the sense of good and wrong (an equation I never happen to find out), thanks for the doubts, addictions, fall-downs and get-overs, thanks for the hope, the pessimism, the happiness I always forget to see when it's there. Thanks for the complicated labyrinths I fail to cover, for the irrational mirror you happen to reflect on. Thanks for the beauty and the ugly, for the versus of an existence, hopefully.
<font color="black"> TO GOD: </font>
What else, but THANK YOU for all said above, for giving me health and strong belief, for all the prayers I flow you with, for the attention you have on me, for the consolation you always give that the next day shall always be better. Never shall be able to thank YOU enough. /pf/images/graemlins/wub.gif
That's it my diary, pages now over. Should go out and shop for a new "YOU". Poor him, not knowing whose soul shall host. /pf/images/graemlins/wub.gif
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