I love myself the way I am
There´s nothing I need to change
I love myself the way I am
There is nothing to re-arrange
I´m beautiful and capable
Of being the best I can
And I love myself just the way I am

"Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish, I wish he'd go away...

1. Ariadne’s gift
2. the big day
3. his world
4. Summer, 1954
5. the statue
6. the King and I
7. friends
8. the whether man
9. summer long ago

Is It You?
Valentine`s Day will soon be here,
So I need to rush out and find,
A sweetheart to share that day with me,
It`s driving me out of my mind.

Life is a gift. . . accept it
Life is an adventure. . . dare it
Life is a mystery. . . unfold it
Life is a game. . . play it

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

 

 

 

Raindrops in my face as I watch you
fade away

I know I won't get you back, but I pray

The pain has a mirror and is pointing
at me

Probably beause I've been blind and is
trying to make me see...

Thora Stefans

 

 

A Little boy

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If you only knew

What you are giving me,

Darling little beautiful lovely boy.

You are the best I have

In this world of ours

You are giving me the delight

Of loving someone again ...

  THE FLOWER

            My mind dwells in the darkness deep and hollow
            so filled with sorrow longing for your face
            a little boy with a smile as bright as sunshine
            which now has faded in the autumn haze.
            You grew up like a flower ...

Look Into My Eyes by: Carolyn

When you look into my eyes, What do you see? Do you see the violence that has threatened me so many times? Or is it the death that has haunted me? Maybe it's the fire,

The Crocodile
By Tom Barker

Fred was a bit of a wanderer, and it's often been said, he's rather go a fishing, than lay at home in his bed. He'd get his tackle ready, and chucked it all in the ute, then with a nod and a whistle, off to the creek he'd shoot. The water was quite cloudy, and the day was really hot, and Fred was not the only one, who fished upon this spot.