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"The Count firmly believes that a man must master his circumstances or otherwise be mastered by them, so he does just that."   A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles

My experience from my 50th High School Reunion is a metaphor of life:  I want to do it all over again.  Do it differently.  Live life more intensely.  Let caution to the wind. Live life fully. No regrets. Alas, there is the rub. . . there will always  be regrets, because you can only "take one path at a time."

"Sincerely good people in life will show themselves over and over again with their love.  Everything beautiful that they are to you grows every time you're in each other's space.  Conversely, those who are not so good, also show over and over again that they are narcissistic, superficial, living through the façade of what they hope you'll believe.  Wish them well and SEND THEM on their way.  Life can be tragically short.  Do NOT waste it on those who do not leave you feeling uplifted and joyous." by Susan Watts

The Road Not Taken    by Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear, Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. (This is profound, I love it)

It's far better to live your dream than to just dream it. Four things you can't recover: The Stone. . . after it's thrown The Word. . . after it's said The Occasion. . . after it's missed The Time. . . after it's gone.  

MI CANCION DE AMOR por Karen Meyer     Me muero por besarte Me muero por acariciarte Me muero por hacerte amor. Diga que me coresponde Diga que me ama Diga que me hace suyo. Sin ti, no puedo salir adelante Sin ti, no hay sintido de vivir Sin ti, no hay nada. Salvame de ese dolor Salvame de mis lagrimas Salvame con sus besos y sus olores No quiero quedarme sintigo porque seria un moribundo.