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April 2012 | Song of Years
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A bird does not sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song". Learn to Stop Feeling Jealous. The Bias of Fathers. Words I Never Said. The One Minute Manager. What Motherhood means to me now. 160; . 160; 13 . Now that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem. . They were talking with each other about everything that had happened. But they were kept from recognizing him. 160; 17 . 160;he asked. . Then some...
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September 2012 | Song of Years
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A bird does not sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song". Learn to Stop Feeling Jealous. The Bias of Fathers. Words I Never Said. The One Minute Manager. What Motherhood means to me now. For years now, I have been so curious of the meaning of this song by Simon and Garfunkel that finally I did a research on the internet. It turned out, this was an old English Ballad that could date back to the 1600 and is similar to the Elfin Knight. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Grains of Thoughts: October 2011
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As we wander around, thoughts come into mind unhindered, only on the stillness, the loneliness, the pains and the quiet moments are they able to come to life again, they are grains of our thoughts. As I listen and ponder, a self discovery unveils. The intricacies of every grain have been thought about. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this:" Pablo Neruda. My Song of Years.
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Grains of Thoughts: February 2011
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As we wander around, thoughts come into mind unhindered, only on the stillness, the loneliness, the pains and the quiet moments are they able to come to life again, they are grains of our thoughts. As I listen and ponder, a self discovery unveils. The intricacies of every grain have been thought about. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this:" Pablo Neruda. My Song of Years.
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Grains of Thoughts: May 2011
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As we wander around, thoughts come into mind unhindered, only on the stillness, the loneliness, the pains and the quiet moments are they able to come to life again, they are grains of our thoughts. As I listen and ponder, a self discovery unveils. The intricacies of every grain have been thought about. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this:" Pablo Neruda. My Song of Years.
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Grains of Thoughts: June 2011
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As we wander around, thoughts come into mind unhindered, only on the stillness, the loneliness, the pains and the quiet moments are they able to come to life again, they are grains of our thoughts. As I listen and ponder, a self discovery unveils. The intricacies of every grain have been thought about. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this:" Pablo Neruda. My Song of Years.
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Grains of Thoughts: January 2012
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As we wander around, thoughts come into mind unhindered, only on the stillness, the loneliness, the pains and the quiet moments are they able to come to life again, they are grains of our thoughts. As I listen and ponder, a self discovery unveils. The intricacies of every grain have been thought about. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this:" Pablo Neruda. My Song of Years.
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Grains of Thoughts: August 2012
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As we wander around, thoughts come into mind unhindered, only on the stillness, the loneliness, the pains and the quiet moments are they able to come to life again, they are grains of our thoughts. As I listen and ponder, a self discovery unveils. The intricacies of every grain have been thought about. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this:" Pablo Neruda. My Song of Years.
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Grains of Thoughts: February 2012
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As we wander around, thoughts come into mind unhindered, only on the stillness, the loneliness, the pains and the quiet moments are they able to come to life again, they are grains of our thoughts. As I listen and ponder, a self discovery unveils. The intricacies of every grain have been thought about. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this:" Pablo Neruda. My Song of Years.
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Grains of Thoughts: December 2010
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As we wander around, thoughts come into mind unhindered, only on the stillness, the loneliness, the pains and the quiet moments are they able to come to life again, they are grains of our thoughts. As I listen and ponder, a self discovery unveils. The intricacies of every grain have been thought about. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this:" Pablo Neruda. My Song of Years.
