Walking the streets, when I catch
Myself smiling to myself
And think how crazy they’ll suppose I am
I smile even more.
translated by George Messo
Walking the streets, when I catch
Myself smiling to myself
And think how crazy they’ll suppose I am
I smile even more.
translated by George Messo
Through the view point of camera...
L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
In Kate's World
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
Fine Arts Blog
Life, love and destiny.
4TheRecord is dedicated primarily to Ausmusic from all eras and most genres, we will explore the dynamics of the creative process, and reveal the great drama, lyricism, musicality, and emotion behind each classic song.
Fii schimbarea pe care vrei sa o vezi in lume!
Moments de vie, fragments de textes et quelques notes...
Unleashing the beauty of creativity
there's nothing like stories
quiet moments in nature
Art and Literature Beyond Borders
A bird's eye view of St. George, Utah
Keep on Reading
Chronicling an ever-changing city through faded and forgotten artifacts
I read, rant and write ;)
Smile more! Well-written. Love your blog. Hope to see more from you. Keep up the good work. 😊😊😊
Thank you.
You are welcome. 😊😊😊
I enjoy this one every time I read it. Like the smile is the poem. And I imagine we all walk around smiling at ourselves smiling sometimes and we dont care if people think we are crazy. But usually, they end up smiling too. Contagious thing, a smile. Thank you for sharing this Turkish poet with us.
I’m glad you like him.
Ah… it happens to us all at some time… and probably in most cases nobody notices… hopefully! 😉
And even if they do, just smile some more.
Great..
Glad you like it.