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| A quarter way up Ben Nevis in August 2009. |
After 1500 posts, if it's possible (it isn't) to distil the essence of this self and this blog, this is it . . .
What ends happily is never the end / the secret is / there's another secret always. DANNIE ABSE
All the way to Heaven is Heaven. ST CATHERINE OF SIENA
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| Love locks on the Pont des Arts, Paris. |
Lyrical Paris
We may never get to Paris
And find the café of our dreams
So I’m leaving for Paris
Don’t try to find out where I am
April in Paris
Chestnuts in blossom
Holiday tables under the trees
Sous le ciel de Paris
Marchent des amoureux
Sous le ciel de Paris
Coule un fleuve joyeux
Paris c’est une blonde
Qui plaît à tout le monde
I’ve got nothing to lose
But the hole in my shoes
And small change
The pavement cafés
On the Champs-Élysées
Are deserted
And the trees are so bare
On the Boulevard de la Madeleine
I walk the boulevards
And I ask the moon and the stars to find you
But we don’t exist
We are nothing but shadow and mist
Nothing but shadow and mist
I’m throwing my arms around Paris
Because only stone and steel
Accept my love
Because nobody
Wants my love
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| Walking along the Via Francigena in France. |
Resemblance reproduces the formal aspects of objects but neglects their spirit. CHING HAO
We are acting parts in a play that we have never read and never seen, whose plot we don't know, whose existence we can glimpse, but whose beginning and end are beyond our present imagination and conception. RD LAING
There is no easy walk to freedom anywhere, and many of us will have to pass through the valley of the shadow of death again and again before we reach the mountaintop of our desires. NELSON MANDELA
