Friday, July 23, 2010

Idling


Life is a summer afternoon on a field full of poppies with deep blue skies always serene. I stop to watch the playful sunbeams for hours, listening to the birds singing joyously I forget myself while back floating on a lake at sunset. I am the one that paints the smiles and the one that extends the laughing. I shall always do as I please, and you will never meet someone who could do less work in more time. No care, no frowns, no certainty, life is a hammock in a garden, where I shall lay under the trees and the infinite sky...



"There is no fun in doing nothing when you have nothing to do. Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen."

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