Awash in Memories

I got home yesterday, as usual, around 3pm. Made myself a ham & cheese sandwiche, poured a cup of Fanta lemon, and sat in front of the telly.

The movie was Ivana Trump's For Love Alone.

Everybody involved in this project is damned to Purgatory for 50 years.

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"Fiction writing is great.
You can make up
almost anything."

- Ivana Trump

Maybe my Sister, Maybe my Brother too

Today, we spent a good time talking about astrology.

I`m a Libra, with a Scorpio ascendant and a moon in Taurus. That, apparently, makes me very sexual. And there's nothing better, for a man, to have a moon in Taurus. According to Zoe, one of the only cool people at my work. She knows all about astrology.

Want to know about yourself? Ask me.

Better yet: go to astro.com

found

I just discovered a poet today... Dunya Mikhail. She's from Iraq.

Here's one of her poems:

The Jewel

It no longer overlooks the river
No longer is in the city
No longer on the map
The bridge that was
The bridge that we used to cross every day
The bridge
The war tossed it into the river
Just as that lady aboard the Titanic
Tossed her blue diamond

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I`m in the mood for some poetry. Will you share with me some of your favourite poems/poets?