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Faint Ink: If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
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Monday, April 29, 2013. If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda. I want you to know. You know how this is:. At the crystal moon, at the red branch. Of the slow autumn at my window,. Or the wrinkled body of the log,. Everything carries me to you,. As if everything that exists,. Aromas, light, metals,. Toward those isles of yours. That wait for me. Well, now,. If little by little you stop loving me. I shall stop loving you little by little. Do not look for me,. For I shall already have forgotten you. At that hour,.
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Subtle Confessions of Noni Kanyora: February 2013
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Subtle Confessions of Noni Kanyora. Subtle Confessions of Noni Kanyora. Tuesday, February 26, 2013. To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die and other quotes. To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die. You turn me , into somebody loved. Baby, baby. I'll look after you. Woman open the door , don't let it sting. I wanna feel that fire again. 5 THE HONORARY TITLE. If you're using me , do it slowly. Let the love tear us apart , I found the cure for a broken heart. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Faint Ink: I Cannot Live With You , by Emily Dickinson
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Tuesday, March 19, 2013. I Cannot Live With You , by Emily Dickinson. I cannot live with you. It would be life. And life is ove r there. The se xton keeps the key to. Putting up our lives. His porcelain like a cup. Discarded of the house wife. Qu aint - or broke. A newe r sevres pleases. I could not die with you. For one must wait. To shut the other's gaze down. YOU - could not. Could I stand by. And see you freeze? Without my right of frost. Nor could I ri se with you. Because y our face. Painting by Ra...
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October 2013
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Kenya's own poetry hub; the center of creativity. Home of the greatest Kenyan poets and those from all over the world writing Imaginative poetry that creates awareness of real experiences, expressed through meaning, sound, and rhythmic language. We celebrate art and create it from the heart. Friday, October 25, 2013. PinkAboutIt: Our Women are dying! Akoth Otieno, Phy Mwihaki Ng'etich. And a whole host of the sweetest audience there is on earth. Pink about it! Links to this post. Friday, October 25, 2013.
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A Kenyan Blogger : The Journey.: August 2013
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A Kenyan Blogger : The Journey. I am going to dedicate this blog to the Muthurwa Clean-up project in Nairobi. This will chronicle our journey of Environmental Conservation and Appreciation. Monday, August 26, 2013. Now , which one's the toilet? I haven't seen it. Who cares about predators? I'm much safer sitting down. Dad: (aside)I'd much rather hang around a marula tree . I've become comfortably numb. Mom mom . mom. MOM! Hi , leave a comment below. Links to this post. No lifeguard at any time! Is she or...
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Subtle Confessions of Noni Kanyora: September 2010
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Subtle Confessions of Noni Kanyora. Subtle Confessions of Noni Kanyora. Friday, September 17, 2010. Prince Hamlet's Soliloquy. By William Shakespeare. To be, or not to be- that is the question:. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer. The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. Or to take arms against a sea of troubles. And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep-. No more- and by a sleep to say we end. The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks. That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation. With th...
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Subtle Confessions of Noni Kanyora: December 2010
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Subtle Confessions of Noni Kanyora. Subtle Confessions of Noni Kanyora. Monday, December 6, 2010. Just to look you in the eyes again,. You are not dead. You did not move away. You're somewhere - anywhere. I have no idea where. Just to hold your face in my hands again. I am not dead. I did not move away. I'm here - everywhere. Just to hug you again. Seems like a joke. And I am a feared. That we are doomed. No, I am doomed. Maybe one day ill look you in the. Maybe one day ill hold your face. In my hands,.
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Subtle Confessions of Noni Kanyora: March 2013
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Subtle Confessions of Noni Kanyora. Subtle Confessions of Noni Kanyora. Sunday, March 24, 2013. If I love you , you can have it all? Have you ever loved someone so much that you lost your identity , so to speak. Elizabeth Gilbert mentioned that she would automatically "morph". Into the person she loved. The provebial permeable membrane. Eat Pray Love Chapter 22. I do not relay these facts about myself with pride , but this is how it's always been. So where are we going wrong? When can we get it? Depressi...
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Subtle Confessions of Noni Kanyora: December 2012
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Subtle Confessions of Noni Kanyora. Subtle Confessions of Noni Kanyora. Sunday, December 9, 2012. The Holly Golightly Syndrome. You don't know what you are afraid of. Is where we belong? If only we could find a real place like Tiffany's. Nothing bad can happen to you there. All the neurotic disorders. Are silenced by the sudden realisation. Of a bright and impending future. I don't want anyone to put me in a cage. I don't want anyone to put me in a cage. But , Baby I'm already in one. I built it myself.
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Faint Ink: In the words of Alexander Pushkin
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Wednesday, November 28, 2012. In the words of Alexander Pushkin. Notoriously touchy about his honour, Pushkin fought a total of twenty-nine duels. And was fatally wounded in such an encounter with Georges-Charles de Heeckeren d'Anthès. D'Anthès, a French officer serving with the Chevalier Guard Regiment. Had been attempting to seduce the poet's wife, Natalya Pushkina. Pushkin's early death at the age of 37 is still regarded as a catastrophe for Russian literature. Alexander should have stuck to poetry.