unfulfilled love - unrequited love - love relinquished - life unlived...
we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories of love around the campfire - come along -
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Hey Jenean, shh... it's so noisy. Sometimes one must look deep inside...
I wonder.
Shivering
always will.... for sure lovely lady.
Love that dance!
Well. Gypsy would definitely dance the dance again! Beautifully done.
We are gypsies bearfoot and in love
are names are sung by the white dove
Oh, we’ll dance, we’ll dance
for a quarter,Sir, for another chance
To live again, to live, to grab the life in the beat
And have the world throwing roses at our feet, at our feet :)
Beautiful question for the passionate, it deserves poetic justice
i do know of what you speak, roger, i do - but sometimes, sir, deep pondering is not necessary - sometimes, just sometimes, one may just.....dance -
i'll save the next one for you, dear roger!!! ;)
your visits are always a pleasure - and a dance, actually, in and of themselves - are they not - if only a word dance - and i thank you for them!
and you're shivering! i'll not have that! here, sit - sit beside the wonderful blazing fire - and warm your self through and through! -
yes, always will, for SO VERY sure, dear dulce!! for very sure!
absolutely, to dance the dance - again - and then again - and again - you know the gypsyspirit so well, trish!
and what beautiful word roses you cast here, lolita! yes, another chance to dance the dance! and then another still! over the sun and under the moon - to dance!
wonderful to have you come by and add such a bountiful bouquet! thank you!
quite the question, 'would we do it again'...
yes - i know i would - even the pain of separation is far better than the pain of "if only" or "what if" -
have a great day, shadow!
I caught you unawares for once, and the ball did not really come back...
One can use words in a non-figurative way, a bit like an abstract written painting. The longer you look, the less you understand.
And of course, it's not because it's not understandable that it is... art.
Roger :-)
ah, touche', mon cher monsieur, touche'!
Hey gypsy woman, it is spelled "touché". And don't tell me that your computer doesn't know how to do diacritics, I would be horrified... Knowing that you can't would be a "cause célèbre" per se!
WOAHA HA HA HA HA...
Let's share a private smile on this demented Earth!
:-)
oh, dear dear, roger! and here i was feelin' all snuggly and warm just because i managed to GET internet service at all to SEND YOU a little something, notwithstanding that my daughter cannot find her code card for me to be able to access the net with my computer and, thus, i am with no option but to use this piece of antiquated metal which barely contains a complete keyboard!!! and may it please the gods, the card will be found soon! in the meantime, i stand, of course, properly chastised but unabashedly indifferent to it all, remaining only glad i am able to communicate at all, dear roger! ;)
and here's to that private smile, sir, the private smile of diacritics! ;)
Ah, to dance the dance again...and again and yet again...if only! Would we? Will we? In my next lifetime I shall dance forever with him and never let the music cease. Never ever. Minds touching minds, eyes touching eyes, hands touching hands, hearts touching hearts, souls touching souls, this dance we shared. He remembers. The music remembers.
YES.
into forever, that dance will be danced, cj! into forever!
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