Sunday, July 02, 2006
I was taught that I ought not expose my inner senses.
Had no plan for man;
I was full of self-defences.
Now I feel that I really should face the consequences.
My philosophic search has left me in the lurch.
I must find why my mind is behaving like a dancer.
What's the clue to pursue?
For I have to have the answer.
I could cry salty tears.
Where have I been all these years?
Is it fun?
Or should I run?
How long has this been going on?
There were chills up my spine,
And some thrills I can't define.
Does it show?
And who would know?
How long has this been going on?
Oh, I feel like I could melt.
Into heaven I'm hurled.
I know how Columbus felt finding another world.
Can I trust how I feel?
Is this my Achilles heel?
Look at me:
I'm all at sea.
How long has this been going on?
-- Funny Face
sometimes when you're bored, just remember something called arts central. :)
caught this old musical on it, the scenery, the set, the flamboyant colours, the songs ( a tad americanised :P)... the whole vintage feel. add audrey hepburn and fred astaire...
nothing makes me happier than a good ole song & dance!
un moment à se rappeler
. a moment to remember.
