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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
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A little Patriots fan This entry was posted on 1/22/2007 5:44 PM and is filed under Something about Alex. Here is the something funny about yesterday's game. Of course it's about Alex again. He fell asleep in the couch 5 minutes before the game was over. At the time, it was still a tie game, 31 to 31. I took him to the bedroom and he slept through the night. When he woke up this moring the very first sentence he said was "Did the Colts win?" I had to give him the honest anwser even though I knew he would feel sad. "Yes, the Colts won." I said. "No!" the little 5 year old Patriots fan burst into tears right away and cried and cried. I had to comfort him:"It's fine! It's fine! Next year the Patriots will win! I am so sure about it." Actually I myself feel bad for the Patriots too. I wish I could cry out loud just like Alex. The Patriots is the best football team and they have won 3 Super Bowls. But this time they lost to the Colt in the last 30 seconds. After all, it's just a game. Nobody should take it too seriously about a game. CommentsDisplay comments as (Linear | Threaded)
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