Life according to me, lesson 34

The difference between falling and flying is just a matter of perspective and attitude.

...it's been a while since my last post... it's been a while since my last comment on your blogs... it's been a while since I felt so drowned by the endless duties of working life ...for that I do apologize.

People are strange...

Paris, France, January 30, 2011 - Père Lachaise Cemetery

 People are strange when you’re a stranger

Faces look ugly when you’re alone

Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted

Streets are uneven when you’re down

When you’re strange

Faces come out of the rain

When you’re strange

No one remembers your name


When you’re strange…
When you’re strange…
When you’re strange


 





Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

Jim Morrison

 

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