Letter to the Lost
By Brigid Kemmerer
Juliet's way of coping was leaving letters to her mother at her grave. During his court-ordered community service at the local cemetery, Declan found one of the haunting letters and could not resist writing back. Soon enough this opening to a stranger connected them...
Tell us what writing a letter means to you? Use the tag 'goodreads' and 'wiw'.
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Memos from the Chairman, by Alan Greenberg
The Mythical Man-Month, by Frederick P. Brooks Jr.
Built to Last: Successful Habits of Visionary Companies, by Jim Collins
Good to Great: Why Some Companies Make the Leap … and Others Don’t, by Jim Collins
Creation: Life and How to make it, By Steve Grand
The Innovator’s Dilemma, by Clayton Christensen
The Goal: A Process of Ongoing Improvements, by Eliyahu Goldratt
Lean Thinking: Banish Waste and Create Wealth in Your Corporation, by James Womanck
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I eat your words
Like grapes from the vine
Ripe with juice
Skin split with sweet dew
One by one I taste them
Until I give in and
Grab them in a bunch
Engulfing your words
Like some great beast
Who cannot be filled
When my mouth is purple
My fingers numb
I am finally filled
Sleepy and dreaming
Satiated for the moment
But still eyeing that
If you ask me
This world could use
A good dose
Of children's books
Somewhere along the line
So many have forgotten
The important lessons
That Mama, Papa, Ferdinand
Taught us. JD
Digo, de verdad.
No eres tu estatura o tu peso. No eres tu edad, mucho menos tu género o el lugar donde naciste.
Eres tu libro favorito. Eres la canción atrapada en tu cabeza y lo que desayunas los domingos.
Eres mil cosas, pero el mundo siempre escogerá ver el millón de cosas que no eres.
No eres de dónde vienes.
Eres a dónde vas.
"I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for."
— Haruki Murakami
So I was thinking about sharing a snipet from my upcoming book.
Your dirty little secret (Black Guys and Gals #4) Available for pre order on Amazon.
Hope you will enjoy it.
"First of all I want to thank everyone for showing up at such short notice..." I started and they nodded. I grabbed the paper from my pocket and handed it over to Thomas. He smirked and started to read it. I could see his eyes widen as he read each sentences.
"Hayden this isn’t good." He said and I nodded.
"You think so?" I asked him sarcastically. He shook his head and looked at Ted. I couldn't believe this was happening.
"What's going on?" Delvin asked and I rubbed my eyes. This was it. This was the time that I ne...
While reading a book on life , I came across a paragraph on the importance of being silent...I would like to share the same with all my friends here -
" Learn to be silent. Let your quiet mind listen and absorb. You need not leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. You need not even listen,simply wait. You need not even wait, just learn to become quiet and still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked. It has no choice; it will roll in ecstasy at your feet " ....
When I was a kid, there was no Internet or smartphones, not even cable tv at home (even though I'm not that old, haha)
All we had was music and books.
My parents wanted me to read a variety of books from a very early age, so despite not earning much they bought me one or two books a month for me to read.
Some of them were all Greek to me, like the Illiad or don Quixote. I just looked in amazement at the drawings, trying to find hints about the twisted stories.
Some other books were fascinating girly stuff, like Little Women, Little Men or the Sissi saga. It was so alluring to learn about the characters' romantic feelings and emotions!
But my two loves at first sight were S...
A tale of love and darkness.
My heart was locked in a room,
With walls so high, no ladder or rope could reach.
I was suffocated under my own keep.
Many promised to set me free,
Instead left with dent marks only.
Solitude and bleak added a few more inches.
I wept for light, I wept for warmth.
Just then you came.
A storm in my life.
I stood there in stupefaction;
As you knelt and proposed my heart to me!
You once told me that the happiness of a child is so immensely genuine. Would I not want it?
Heck! Would you ever believe me that my only happiness now is to be with you and only with you?
Shoot me with all your uncertainties and fears. Arrow me hard with all your confusions.
My arms has been waiting so long.
I've never been so sure in these life.
With you, I know I can take it all.
No matter what life throws at me.
However you pushes me away,
I am here to stay till you give in.
Y'know what, I want that happiness
Please believe me, I had it when
I am always with you...
I know it's a scary thing to just dive
In all uncertainties and distance
Let me hold you and make it easier