Without leaving the door is known the world without looking out the window is the way to heaven .
unexpectedly went a day without any apparent direction without warning. I just take my blog of notes and my camera. He hoped to find answers to many feelings were about that for a time my heart. Mow every traveler yearns to find that place "magic" where you can find that little piece missing. During the trip appeared answers pieces, but eventually I understood that phrase with which I started the post that read
"Without leaving the door is known the world without looking out the window is the way from heaven "
"Without leaving the door is known the world without looking out the window is the way from heaven "
As you know anyone who shares his feelings, motivations, experiences, culture, fiin, who has a blog, this has to be imbued with love energy. And being faithful to each post I've written so far, today I would like to share with you some poems of a great writer Rabindranath Tagore.
today Forgive my impatience, my love.
is the first rain of the summer and
River Grove is jubilant, and Kadam trees in bloom, the winds
tempt passengers with glasses of wine aroma.
Look, in every corner of the sky lightning Darden
their eyes, and wind through your hair stand. Forgive
today if I surrender to you, my love. The walks each day
hidden in the vagueness of the rain, all
works have been stopped in the village, the meadows are
abandoned. And the coming of rain has been found in your dark eyes
music, and July, to your door expected, with jasmine
for your hair in a blue skirt.
I think, my love, before daybreak
life you were standing under a waterfall of sweet dreams, filled with liquid
your blood turbulence.
Or perhaps your path going through the garden of the gods, and the cheering crowd
of jasmine, lilies and oleanders
fell into your arms in droves and, entering into your heart,
riot was made there.
Your laughter is a song whose words are drowned in the scream
melodies, a rapture of the smell of flowers
not seen it is like the moonlight
to break through the window of your lips, when the moon is hiding in your heart
. I do not want more reasons, I forget why.
just know that your laughter is the tumult of life in rebellion
Zolsaihan: Online conscience, today and probably publish this post "something" will invite you to enter. ^ ^ "To all those who greet you entered, which is not well. I wish you happiness always be with you every time respiréis.
is the first rain of the summer and
River Grove is jubilant, and Kadam trees in bloom, the winds
tempt passengers with glasses of wine aroma.
Look, in every corner of the sky lightning Darden
their eyes, and wind through your hair stand. Forgive
today if I surrender to you, my love. The walks each day
hidden in the vagueness of the rain, all
works have been stopped in the village, the meadows are
abandoned. And the coming of rain has been found in your dark eyes
music, and July, to your door expected, with jasmine
for your hair in a blue skirt.
I think, my love, before daybreak
life you were standing under a waterfall of sweet dreams, filled with liquid
your blood turbulence.
Or perhaps your path going through the garden of the gods, and the cheering crowd
of jasmine, lilies and oleanders
fell into your arms in droves and, entering into your heart,
riot was made there.
Your laughter is a song whose words are drowned in the scream
melodies, a rapture of the smell of flowers
not seen it is like the moonlight
to break through the window of your lips, when the moon is hiding in your heart
. I do not want more reasons, I forget why.
just know that your laughter is the tumult of life in rebellion
Zolsaihan: Online conscience, today and probably publish this post "something" will invite you to enter. ^ ^ "To all those who greet you entered, which is not well. I wish you happiness always be with you every time respiréis.
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