*It's all going to be ok baby, I just want you do know how much I care for you** I had a wonderful wonderful time this morning, Thank you so much baby*
Goodbye Horses - LazzarusHe said, "All things pass into the night"And I said, "Oh, no sirhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_DVS_303kQ Humpty Dumpty - Aimee MannAll the king's horses and all the king's menCouldn't put baby together againhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjDr8lfLZZEWild Horses - TRSWild horses couldn't drag me awayWild, wild horses, we'll ride them some dayhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QhwwCWkmYocIndochine - La chevauchée des champs de bléLes chevaux au galopon les retient vers les champs de bléprends mon chemin enfinen chevauchée des étriershttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vilhOmIuhjc
This song is beautiful just like the lady that posted it *Hands you a rose and kisses you*
BeautyIt is painfulwhen a beautiful womanwalks alone through a crowd.She must tread on eggshellswhich burst into violet birdsat the touch of her feet,her figure forever lit from without,even while folding inwards,like some dream-burning bitof origami paper.She must moveagainst a fragile paper wall,forced to step prudently,as if on the ledgeof a wishing well –one foot placed in front of the other,the presentation as carefulas Japanese kaiseki deliveredon dragon-shaped china –and all thisnot for the sakeof being a lady,but to avoidjarring awakethe night sleeping on the scalesbalanced against her torso.Enough to think about,this pilgrimage of one womanand the world,but also she will be followedby everyone’s watching,waiting for a signof pain, a winceof loneliness,an invitation ora slippage from grace –to catch a glimpseof this sometime-dancerin the wings,probing her spinefor evidence of inner protest.For everyone around herwill assume that she has just emergedfrom a battle of willsheld in some strange, forbidden place,from a museum, say, in whichshe spent the night,a stowaway claimingher birthright, sleeplessand staring down the portraitswhich were painted to multiply beauty,to certify, sanction, and give it witnesses,to escort its wildness,its radical otherness,through the galleries of time.Cynthia Gralla