On 'The Last Samurai'.
The shame of defeat… no mind, one mind… no understanding…
Something new and old together makes up the beautiful…
Finding the blossom as perfect…
Together, we will let him listen to us…
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Elizabeth Browning said, ‘how do I love thee, let me count the way...’ but I say, ‘why do I love thee, can I ever count the ways?’
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When fate tells the inevitable. When the verdict says everything you never dreamt of ever hearing. Just when the impossible and nonexistent suddenly becomes real right at your face. Just when the time for confronting your greatest fear has finally arrived.
Onesimus said it very clearly. What could be harsher than freedom being taken from you? What can be harder than being stripped of your capacity to love and be loved? What can be more inhumane than being separated from your love, your very life? What lies ahead?
meet the family...
yonan-shajarah (aug 2K6, iriga city)
About Me
- shajarah
- music and my violin keep my sanity intact... mind and hands work best when solitude abounds. desires to regain the value of reflection, and romance with words and music... to dream again, to weave beautiful stories, to create and play beautiful music. to be able to live again... amidst the crippling tyrannies of the urgent.
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