Monday, August 24, 2009


To sing, to laugh, to dream,

To walk in my own way and be alone,

Free, with an eye to see things as they are,

At a word, a Yes, a No,

To fight- or write. To travel any road

Under the sun, under the stars, nor doubt

If fame or fortune lie beyond the bourne-

never to make a line I have not heard

In my own heart; yet, with all modesty

To say: "My soul, be satisfied with flower

- Cyrano de Bergerac

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