Üle keha külmavärinad.
Silmad vaid säravad.
Need on väravad.
Öösiti pole palju sõpru.
Paremal on too sealt kaugelt ja vasakul mõnikord sina.
Teinekord avastan end illusioonidest.
Satun sinna, kus mind ei taheta.
Ega seda kohta ma vaheta.
Pärast seda, kui nägin su kandu.
Kõik mis jääb, on kirja pandud.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
“Touch”
Today we’ll send over 300 billion e-mails and 19 billion
text messages.
Yet we’ll still feel alone…
The average person will say 2,250 words to 7.4 other individuals.
Will these words be used to hurt or to heal?
There’s an ancient Chinese myth about the Red Thread of Fate.
It says the god have tied a red thread around every one of our
ankles and attached it to all the people
whose lives we’re destined to touch.
This thread may stretch or tangle, but it’ll never break.
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