When Flowers Die

Photo by N.S. Property of this blog

Soon enough the flowers die, each petal falls and dries,

Their magnificent fragance intensifies until it fades.

But, our desire is still here: the love, the joy, the care.

It doesn't really matter how long the flowers live,

They mean more than their own lives.

They were, are and will always be,
 The materialization of our fragile feelings.

If I Had A Boat

Here I post James Vincent McMorrow´s song "If I Had A Boat".

Chorus
If I had a boat, I would sail to you
hold u in my arms, ask you to be true
once I had a dream, it died long before
now I'm pointed north, hoping for the shore

And now, for laughs and fun id like to post Lyle Lovetts´s song "If I Had A Boat".

Enjoy!

Silent

How Far Love Can Take Us

http://scienceblogs.com/startswithabang/2010/05/how_big_and_how_far_is_the_moo.php

Love could make you take a path,

forbidden, forgotten but existent.

Love could take you to the heights,

of mountains, of towers, no limits. 

How far love could take us,

up to us, deep to our feelings, no doubts.

How far could love take us?

Silent