I thought of a dear friend tonight. She once send me poem. I
thought I’d share it with you tonight, with all my good friends out there, you
know who you are, and if you aren’t sure, consider it yours too.
Yesterday I read a comment on a friend’s Facebook post. It
described (I quote) “the gap between the 'ordinary life' and Facebook, which is
also a a 'reality' in itself, but not when the simple life knocks...”.
I don’t think there is a gap. There is only one world and there are many worlds within this one world. Sometimes they touch each other. Sometimes they overlap. Sometimes they are worlds apart.
Here is where I meet friends. Here is Facebook, here is on
the street, in cafes, in living rooms. Here is real life, simple life,
complicated life, virtual life.
There is only a gap if you consider it a gap. I consider it space. And in this space anything can happen.
There is only a gap if you consider it a gap. I consider it space. And in this space anything can happen.
MOON RONDEAU
"Love is a door we shall open together."
So they told each other under the moon
One evening when the smell of leaf mould
And the beginnings of roses and potatoes
Came on a wind.
So they told each other under the moon
One evening when the smell of leaf mould
And the beginnings of roses and potatoes
Came on a wind.
Late in the hours of the evening
They looked long at the moon and called it
A silver button, a copper coin, a bronze wafer,
A plaque of gold, a vanished diadem,
A brass hat dripping from deep waters.
They looked long at the moon and called it
A silver button, a copper coin, a bronze wafer,
A plaque of gold, a vanished diadem,
A brass hat dripping from deep waters.
"People like us,
us two,
We own the moon."
us two,
We own the moon."
-Carl Sandburg
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