Falling from the sky like the rain, And I fly and sing like the little birds..., Movements that are not in vain, Everything has a life made of words.

How I'm glad to go back home!Once I truly have no more worry. Many of those who are in a hurry Endure setbacks in the outcome.

Rats! It's rainy outside, And to be a good fellaInvite a smile so wideNobody needs umbrella!

Had a cold hummus with pita bread, Under a delicious food, yellow or red. Might just have the appetite to cook Urgent dinner by hook or crook.So that's just a humus humor spread.

Blessed be, it's finally Spring. In joy and delight the birds sing, Ravished upon the entire earth, The new rebirth, Helas, the joy it brings!

Silent our body is a sacred temple, A place to connect with other people. Can't we just stay any younger? Really, we might keep it stronger, Elated, rather than so tilted or feeble!!

Love frees us of all pain, or of any restraint. Once a circle that ever widens without end. Various colors it shines in our lives to paintExcelsis, glorious manifestation to befriend.

Just when you see a kid selling a mascot, If you don't buy it because he winks, Not only that will be considered a "boycott", Xenophobically, it will also be a jinx!

So the earth is shaking Here the word's faking As there's no time for lies. Kiss and dance all nights! In no need of balanceNothing makes sense Get it loose with no excuse. Shake and dance!

Rules for navigating the net, Or people will roll their eye Lest you can't roll the R rect: Literally, don´t dink and dive!

Latin is a dead tongue And Romans made songs! Then no one disagree: It delighted them in theory Now it's "the Latin" in me.

Sometimes the fluffy bunny of incredulity zooms round the bend so rapidly that the greyhound of language is left, agog, in the starting cage.

It's not how I take tragic news but how I make tragic views that unscrews me.

She is mine.' Edward’s low voice was suddenly dark, not as composed as before. 'I didn’t say I would fight fair.

Thought is the property of those only who can entertain it. -

I never really did any disco dancing.

I'm not very well organized unless I'm plugged into a structure like the opera or a movie. When I'm doing that, I have to be organized.

There is magic in misery. Just ask any runner.

I am succeeding quite well in my work and the future looks well. What special mission is God preparing me for? Cutting off all earthly ties and isolating me as it were.

My mind is full of secrets I'm too afraid to tell. My body's full of longing for you to know me well.

Misfortune is never invited. And it comes and sits at the table without permission and it eats, leaving nothing but bones.