Showing posts with label Letter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Letter. Show all posts
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Friday letter

Posted by Claudia Moser on 6:30 PM in , , ,
My dear blog, dear readers, I am truly sorry that I have not been a constant presence lately, but no worries, I am fine, happy, with a big smile on my face. Last week I attended a seminar, work related, but while away for 4 days, in a small inn in the middle of a lovely forest I had a chance to talk to myself. So I rediscovered what is important to me: going out for a walk, meet friends, stay under the sun on a terasse and enjoy a nice cup of coffee. Plus one thing was clear - work is an important part of my life so I should not try to be less stressed after a long day. So here I am, spending more time out, chilling, being with me, reading lots of books again and smiling. Yes, I smile more and that does me so good. So please do not be upset with me, I still consider blogging a very dear activity, but now I need me time just a bit more. And since it is Friday, the 8th of June 2012, here I am enjoying a great opening match for the European Football Championship. And don't forget: life IS great!

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Letter mix

Posted by Claudia Moser on 9:00 PM in , , ,


Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane,
Ain't got time to take a fast train.
Lonely days are gone, I'm a-goin' home,
'Cause my baby just a-wrote me a letter.



Did you get my card?
Did you read my love letter?
Did it touch your heart?
When you read my love letter



Well I want you back so bad
I'm gonna change the way I'm acting
I'm gonna change and I'm so glad



Come back to me
Come back to me
O baby please come back to me



P.S. This song mix based on the word letter is inspired by the BFF entry

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Motto

"A story is not like a road to follow … it's more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside is altered by being viewed from these windows. And you, the visitor, the reader, are altered as well by being in this enclosed space, whether it is ample and easy or full of crooked turns, or sparsely or opulently furnished. You can go back again and again, and the house, the story, always contains more than you saw the last time. It also has a sturdy sense of itself of being built out of its own necessity, not just to shelter or beguile you."
by Alice Munro

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