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Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Lo que no supe escribirte...
You are the door in the rock that finally swings free when moonlight shines on it. You are the door at the top of the stairs that only appears in dreams. You are the door that sets the prisoner free. You are the carved low door into the Chapel of the Grail. You are the door at the edge of the world. You are the door that opens onto a sea of stars. Open me. Wide. Narrow. Pass through me, and whatever lies on the other side, could not be reached except by this. This you. This now. This caught moment opening into a lifetime

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posted by Aoife at Wednesday, February 07, 2007 | Permalink |


4 Comments:


At 2/10/2007 12:33:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous

Ge mig ett telefonnummer.... jag måste ringa dig. Desde que volviste a Suecia no se nada.... Kommer du snart tillbaka till Spanien? Te pasarás por Madrid???

 

At 2/11/2007 05:49:00 PM, Blogger ColegadelaVega

Subanempujenestrujenbajen

... :)!!!!!!!!

 

At 2/19/2007 02:46:00 PM, Blogger Aoife

Mucha gente no saben nada de mi ahora...No tengo ni idea de lo que voy a hacer. (apenas sé lo que estoy haciendo) pero creo que no iré a España hasta Abril, como muy pronto, y sólo para un visita breve. Mi vida, en la medida que es, no es más que patas arriba.Perdoname.

Jag har samma nummer som förut. Jag ska forsoka ringa i veckan...

 

At 3/14/2009 11:37:00 PM, Blogger Flor --*-@

Vuelve! Aquí hay una insensata que echa de menos tus posts!

 

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