Archive | August, 2006
31 Aug

“Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.”
~Anonymous~

Good Night And Sweet Dreams!!!
Remember, I leave now but my inbox stays 🙂

Nacmacfeagles reviews – StumbleUpon

31 Aug

http://nacmacfeagle.stumbleupon.com/


This woman is certainly a “theOOH”. Intelligent, sarcastic, smart, funny, ect, etc, etc… Great page!


From the page: “Masturbating is a waste of time, masturbating is a waste of time, masturbating is a waste of time…
No matter how many times I say that, it just doesn’t seem to sink in.”

frtds favorite websites – StumbleUpon

31 Aug

http://frtd.stumbleupon.com/

Welcome to Stumbleland! Have fun. 🙂

charliss favorite websites – StumbleUpon

31 Aug

http://charlis.stumbleupon.com/

My thumbs up today were all found in this wonderful SU. Sadly I shouldn’t stay connected any longer, otherwise I would squeeze the whole page. Awwww! Nice! I will back for more!!! *grin*
PS: Thanks to my sweet palindrome for having pointed me here once again!

Forms in paper. – a set on Flickr

31 Aug

http://www.flickr.com/photos/richardsweeney/sets/72057594105588057/


31 Aug

http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/39372

Love

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?.

Because of you, I love the white statues
Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
Have neither voice nor sight.

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreperable harm.

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
Vines on melancholy walls.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.

Because of you, the heady perfumes of
Summer pain me; because of you, I again
Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects.

~Pablo Neruda~

Leah Piepgras | gallery | Lovers

31 Aug

http://www.leahpiepgras.com/gallery15.html

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