Taurus

Where do they get their voices from? I wish I had a nice voice to sing and take you away on a trip. I want to spread my arms and watch them grow into wings, I want to reach out to you and find you there, I want to speak out and surprise myself, I want to wiggle my fingers and produce piano sounds...a million sounds in your mind, a million voices in my head.

Try out:
Katie Melua

healthy pyramids

When I teach the present simple tense to grade 6 students, I ask them to give me examples of their every day life. They give me the classical examples: I wake up at 7 am, I have breakfast at home, I go to the movies in the weekend....stuff like that. When it's my turn to give them examples of my own daily life, I disappoint myself. My examples are even more mundane. Then, I force myself to think of the more special moments in my days, and this is what I finally realized. I realized that in every bus ride, or taxi ride, every time I'm having breakfast, every time I am enjoying my cup of caffe latte, every time I have the time to write down my to-do-list, every time I enter a classroom and every time I am not talking, an event takes place. On my way to school I look at everything that my eyes go past, I look at old buildings and wonder if they belong to my country more than I do, at kids waiting for their school buses, I try to observe how morning drivers drive, I stick my head outside the window to smell the aroma of croissants being cooked, I try to keep track of the faces of people that I see every day and I also enjoy the only moments of peace that I have before my long and noisy day begins.

Early morning hours are the richest and most fulfilling hours of the day.

My 'pen' has gone dry. I try to write what is going on in my head, I try to find the right words for the right emotions, but I fail. There is so much going on inside my head, inside my heart and just behind my eyes. Most of the times though I feel numb. I don't feel emotionless, but I feel blank. I remember things, but they invoke no feelings in me. I remember faces, but they somehow don't stand out, but the only thing that is always vivid is my memory of scents. Clean, personal scents come with a feeling of warmth.

(Is it wrong to get attached to food?)