...
Sure of my life and my death, I observe the ambitious and would like to understand them
...
They speak of humanity
My humanity is in feeling we are all voices of the same poverty
They speak of homeland
My homeland is the rhythm of a guitar, a few potraits, an old sword, the willow grove's visible prayer as evening falls.
...
My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive.
- Jorge Luis Borges
hey fellow readers,
sorry for my absence here, I am very much alive :) & in Munich and connected to online world too. I just realized after a friend of mine mentioned in her email that my last post was almost a month ago.. 4 weeks.. damn.. i think its been the longest time frame since I posted last.
Its not that I had nothing to post, I was just keeping some distance from "something unknown", and trying to keep my mind of it. Several times in last few weeks, I wanted to post but just didn't had the desire & energy to do it. Mebbe its my laziness but its not, I am sure!!
So, whats happening with my life, I will update you all within coming weeks but until then you have to wait. I'll be back!!
Cheers
Mo.
1 comment:
Mo, just make small, trivial posts like I started doing this month. :) It's less time-consuming. Also, you should post more pictures of yourself, so we can keep track of your hairstyle status. :D
Post a Comment