Always

I am not jealous of what came before me.

Come with a man on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men
between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!

Bring them all to where I am waiting for you; we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I alone on earth, to start our life!

-Pablo Neruda

I'm so blown away...

Some questions

Will you cry when I cry?
..be there when I need a shoulder?
..be by my side when I lose a loved one?
..care if I feel insecure and jealous?
..share a wish upon a star?
..kiss me goodnight?
..hold my hand when I meet your folks?
..hold my hand when you meet mine?
..find me when I am hiding?
..say "You're beautiful" during my bad hair days?
..feel when I am hurt?
..carry me when I am weak?
..listen if I whisper?
..stay if I tell you to go?
..dream of me?
Are you forever?

Why is the Blue Mountains blue?

Here is my version:

On the day that God created the earth, He also created the vast ocean and the mountains. He created them so that every living creature would be perfect in its place. He created the fishes and painted them with all the different colors of the rainbow. He created the birds so that every ray of light that reflects them would stare in awe of their beauty. He took so much time to define every detail of every creature. Everything was so delicate and seems so perfect. But then, God became so tired, He fell asleep for some minutes. He got tired and took a quick nap.

Because of his tiredness, he forgot to color the vast ocean and the mountains. Every fish and every bird had been colored beautifully, but their home, the ocean and mountains had no color. The ocean and the mountains were all black. When God woke up from His slumber, He accidentally bumped the pail of color blue. So everything in its way that were pitch black became blue. Henceforth, the ocean and the mountains were blue. And so the blue mountains!

love, love, love

Doubt though that the stars are fire;

Doubt thou that the sun doth move;

Doubt truth to be a liar;

But never doubt that I love.

-William Shakespeare,
Hamlet