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- huanmaya posted on 12/11/2009ĸһ ............. Making Friends With Heartbreak What helps more than anything, says Susan Piver, is to be gentle toward yourself. A few months after my longtime boyfriend and I had broken up, I was charged with conducting a business meeting at a restaurant over lunch. I was pretty sure I was on the road to recovery from the breakup and had been genuinely looking forward to this opportunity to discuss an exciting new project with the other attendees, colleagues I respected a
- mayacafe posted on 09/22/2016A Bunch of RosesShe was happy in her marriageEven though her husband was coldThe man had a bad temperAnd she complained he was never tenderFor already more than three yearsShe receives mysterious letters from a strangerfull of poetryWho could it be writing her verses,Please tell me who could it beWho could be sending her flowers in the spring
- Ode To Maya On Neruda's tomb, we lied, Soft the moon of august sounds a cicada, Blue the fester hue of silence, flags of Iran, Green for the broken soil, White for the broken toe, Red for the broken song, Rejoice, my fellows on the open road, Breathe! for there is no sound so There, the journey unfolds before your eyes, Surely, you have seen this film before, The winding roads with the swaying trees of gold, The constant winds rustling the tired leaves, The standard drone of the q
- mayacafemaya posted on 01/20/2003Alone From childhood's hour I have not been As others were--I have not seen As others saw--I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone. Then--in my childhood--in the dawn Of a most stormy life--was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, of the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain,
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