The most authentic thing about these women is their capacity to create, to overcome, to endure, to transform, to love and to be greater than their suffering...

“Only those who truly love and who are truly strong can sustain their lives as a dream. You dwell in your own enchantment. Life throws stones at you, but your love and your dream change those stones into the flowers of discovery. Even if you lose, or are defeated by things, your triumph will always be exemplary. And if no one knows it, then there are places that do. People like you enrich the dreams of the worlds, and it is dreams that create history. People like you are unknowing transformers of things, protected by your own fairy-tale, by love.”

I was never born to be satisifed?

spheres of fire are spinning into these streets, and the ice is cracking thin.

now my brash hope has dwindled into certainty and I no longer care to question why.

bleeding thoughts.

what I love about you most girls, is that you are never afraid to fall.

My moment. it is 2008.

This land is your land, this land is my land
This land was made for you and me

As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me

I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me

The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me

As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!

In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office - I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.

Woodie Gutherie

Berta, how does if feel to be on my mind this morning?

Now if i could disclose secrets heaven only knows
if i'd lose all my ground and see your smile decompose
so i rest on the fact that i love you
i suppose
and i hang like the colors on a blind man's clothes
how does it feel
how does it feel
how does it feel
to be on my mind
i'm the pale moon rising i'm the ghost in flight
that steals through the spaces of your inward night
i'm the moth that's resting on your windowsill
with a lust for light and an iron will

We'll remain after everything's been washed away by the rain
We will stand upright as we stood last night
Lovestain
You left a lovestain on my heart
And you left a bloodstain on the ground

“All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost...” J.R.R. Tolkein