Dear Mr. Fuller,
I hope my letter finds you well. I've read some of the letters written to you by very grateful people appreciating what you have done for them.
I have two kids, Mr. Fuller. When they were little, my daughter wanted to play football and my son wanted to skate on ice. None of them knew anything about the sport they wanted to participate in thanks to me. Although my parents made sure I was athletic, I did not want to subject my children to what they might not want. I preferred they wanted it so badly and I would support their wishes.
Between the two kids, my daughter was relentless in her pursuit of whatever sports she could participate in. She did gymnastics, tae kwon...
Relax your mind.
Revive your senses.
Rejuvenate your soul.
Smoke some pot and let your inner self open up.
Spend some quality time with your family.
Display your affection and your happiness in such a manner that you make others jealous.
Do what you love and everyday your love for your ambition will grow stronger until the day comes when you have to be buried and you'll realise that you really lived life up to its maximum.
Fall in love, so you can understand how it feels to be rejected and sail smoothly in this wonderful trip that we humans call 'Life'.
Don't judge a person by the genre of music he listens to.
Rather look at the energy in their face. That is magical.
I just wanted to touch base with you and let you know how much I'm still enjoying this beautiful intuitive indelible platform!!
All of the artwork in stamps and paper is a collection I cherish as an artist and a writer. I'm so thankful for all you do every day to bring love and joy to this social world.
Have a great week!
"Ballad of a slim solo man" -rTS
This is Roma...
She has hoops on her head and 20 frets on her neck, and I wish her cheap wood looked more furnished then used and more red then brown hues...
But this is Roma.. She looks like she's been drinking to much tequila and sounds like she's stuffed with the glass of Coronas
I got a necklace on her neck it's yellow and and her strings are rusty gold, they're pretty new but they're dusty aged old,
Stands about 3 feet tall and has 4 tattoos ta tooed to her body and and shoulders...
just how I like my Roma
Smells great and wears leather strap for one shoulda, easier to put her over
And ring out her strings and play soun...
My ink touches the pages, emotions they bleed black and blue.
Ink upon ink, Christmas will be lonely this year without you.
To feel, to touch.
Forgotten that feeling of being in love with the man of my dreams.
I can only feel the way you ripped my heart at its seams.
The memories, oh the memories they play like and old broken film.
Always stuck on one scene, wanting you back that wish is so slim.
We cannot, not now not ever.
There was love and passion, a sly snake you were too clever.
Never will I ever forget.
Not us, this love will I ever regret.
Wasted hours, wasted taste.
Washing my body from you in such a haste.
"You love me" you cry like a baby without a mother.
I'm sitting here blushing in your kind words, I appreciate the formal warm welcome, I am now convinced even without the bright lights I am not alone in this world ( soft laughs).
Sometimes words run like water, as if feelings must be felt the same by all people, written with purity undiluted from all judgment. Perhaps, it's just my emotions I choose to write about, a pouring out of the same feelings that bring me to my knees, where here I can fall apart and either love more or reminisce on the love that made me leave yesterday behind, either way I don't mind writing, it has always been a way to let go, even when I didn't know what I was letting go and now in return I get to rea...
"Dedicado a Gloria Fuertes en su centenario".
Como decía en mi carta del reto aquí os dejo un poema de Gloria Fuertes. Por supuesto, todo el mérito es de ella, yo tan sólo lo comparto para que tengáis el placer de poder leerla.
Se titula 'La gallinita'
en el gallinero,
dice a su amiga
-Cuánto te quiero.
-Aquí te espero...
"Aquí te espero,
poniendo un huevo",
me dio la tos
y puse dos.
Pensé en mi ama,
¡qué pobre es!
Me dio penita...
¡y puse tres!
esperé un rato
¡y puse cuatro!
Mi ama me vende
a doña Luz.
¡Yo con arroz!
'La gallinita' es uno de sus poemas para niños, expresado de f...
It makes me cry
It makes me laugh
Sometimes it even makes me jump and dance nonstop
Its words come deep in my heart
Its melody pierces my soul
It accompanies me every day ...
It is the music. And without it, nothing would be the same.
# question for the day
I was been asked today "abhi do you belive in love at first site"
I blushed for a while, she was standing in front of my eyes and then I answered it "yes"
"YES I believe in love at first site, and if its true it proves you on each and every time your spend with it, the moment and the decision to make it true makes you proud, It even cultivates you from your inner Soul, I again repeated it that yes I belive in love at first site, It may be in different forms for everyone else"
As pratik has love with what he writes and speaks.
As nick has love for what he transfroms his thoughts in to words.
As Pablo picasso has love with what he colors.
As ronaldo has love for...
It all started when a man named Drew contacted me about a painting he wanted to purchase for his wife, then his daughter...
Well, several paintings and years later a friendship developed like no other.
I was introduced to a new concept in social media by Drew. It took me a bit to understand just how all of this would come together creating a massive platform that would break records!
I've been excited ever since to be a part of this thing called lettrs.
It means the world to me! Not only has it gotten me back into writing, it has given my art a life and purpose beyond my imagination.
It has given me some most cherished friends I would never had known if not for this.
It has given me m...
Empezando la rutina, dando por hecho el amanecer creando la típica escena de la mañana, continuando a crear un día "Perfecto" en el que solamente tu te crees, sorpresas, palabras, ignorando el mundo que se ha creado, continuando el día con unas solas palabras para romper ò perder el tiempo que falta a causa de estrés, desarrollando cada vez más esa igualdad del día a día, mientras una montaña se derrumba en un mundo en el cual te creían ati como base sólida; aún sin poder creer en lo que sucede mirando a tu alrededor, se sigue creyendo que todo esta como crees y que todo esta bien; el aire sopla fuerte, poco a poco rosa las montañas e imperios construidos a tu alrededor y los va destruyendo p...
If you want to know more about the person that you like,
Listen to the music that he loves.
And you'll be surprised.
So I got a comment on my letter about music, and politely, no. I deleted it, but it read something with the message that music is useless. If you believe that, cheery. I personally don't. God created our minds to love music and want to create it, even if we're bad! When you hear your favorite song, don't you wanna sing to it? Certain songs get you hyped, certain ones get you sad, music will morph your mood! Music is a wonderful gift from God. Not all music is appropriate, just like not all people are godly. If you can choose the right music to listen to, it will make a difference.
I remember a time some years back when we used to say "Jab tak Dhoni hai umeed hai. " And then Dhoni had decided to replace an injured Sachin Tendulkar with a new comer. The whole country was unsure. I was hopeful. Those days only the important matches of the U19 world cup were aired and I remember watching your inning. The young lad made the teenager stare in awe at his shots. I was a fan already. Today, the chase master is a star. Rather, the star. We say "Jab tak Kohli hai we can chase down anything." You live in a billion prayers and hopes. You inspire every youth's dream. You are believe itself. And has anyone ever seen two captains give us bro goals? Mahirat is a dream. You...