Foi Ontem, que na vida ou nos negócios toda a gente queria palácios e castelos; sonhar nas rochas, imaginar a rota nos mares, inspirar marinheiros navegar nas solidões.
Hoje; nada é mais desejado do que a vida plena, autêntica e transparente. Hoje nada é obrigado nem proibido.
Ah, esqueci, fica proibido: amar sem amor, deixar de sonhar, de imaginar; de inspirar de enriquecer vidas de fazer mais e mais.
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at the foot of the ladder, a monkey fell~ six stories of rungs and she rings his bell~ he sat picking daisies off his fallen spell~ hands cupping petals of air being his quell~ poor little monkey's a shaken as hell~ his eyes run circles around the pink pastel~ as shocked onlookers stand visual at his well~ in his cage, his cousin's saddened at their shell~at the foot of the ladder, a zoo's a cell~
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Even if they hate how, what, or who you write about just keep writing. One day they will see what they judged as tasteless was profound.
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LIFE WITHOUT POETRY IS TASTELESS
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