domingo, 17 de enero de 2010

Writing 3 (by Andrés Pozo)

" The meaning of life, is for your life to have meaning."


This is my favorite sentence because it’s beautiful and it’s very real. If you don’t enjoy your life
by being with the people you love or doing the things you like to do, if you are not happy with it,
where is the sense in living? As I see it, everyone has their own way of seeing the meaning of
their own life and this is what this sentence is trying to explain. Each person has an idea of what
kind of life they want to live, only when they accomplish this will they understand the meaning of
life, of their life.


"My first, my last, my everything" by Barry White is one of my favorite songs because it reminds of Kate, my girlfriend. Two and a half years ago when we started dating, we were having dinner at a restaurant and they played this song. Since that day every time I hear it, it reminds me of her.





lyrics:


The first, the last, my everything
And the answer to all my dreams
You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star
My kind of wonderful, that's what you are
I know there's only, only one like you
There's no way they could have made two
You're all I'm living for
Your love I'll keep for evermore
You're the first, your the last, my everything

And with you I've found so many things
A love so new only you could bring
Can't you see it's you
You make me feel this way
You're like a fresh morning dew on a brand new day
I see so many ways that I
Can love you till the day I die
You're my reality, yet I'm lost in a-a-a a dream
You're the first, the last, my everything

I know there's only, only one like you
There's no way they could have made two
Girl you're my reality
But I'm lost in a-a-a a dream
You're the first, you're the last, my everything









I love the place that you can see in the photo.
It´s a lake in Poland that is right in front of my girlfriend’s house. I would like to visit it one day with her. This place transmits me a lot of calm and peace, it 's lovely and in winter it freezes and you can ice-skate on it.







I can feel her voice

I can't hear no other noise

I can see her beatiful hair

I can taste her lips

I can smell the air


1 comentario:

  1. Thank you Andrés... your quote is a bit confusing for me...
    I liked the song, the image and the poem: it has rhyme : voice/ noise
    hair/air

    Did you do it on purpose?
    Linis

    ResponderEliminar