“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Friday, February 22, 2008

ever wondered ...

whether Gabriel García Márquez would have been as reknowned an author had he chosen to call his best seller 'Love in the time of profuse watery diarrhoea'?
Somehow does not have the same ring to it, I think
Makes me want to slap people who spout philosophical nonsense like 'what's in a name?'

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