Wednesday, April 16, 2008
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
- What a Wonderful World, Louis Armstrong
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24 Feb
i picked up your sweater.
no one was looking and the light was pretty, so i decided there and then that, that was a sign.
i brought it to my face and breathed in deeply. the scent was gone.
strangely enough, there was no empty ache surfacing. only a wry smile on my lips-
and that's the secret between your sweater and me.
un moment à se rappeler
. a moment to remember.
