A Song of Myself

"The city sleeps and the country sleeps, The living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time, The old husband sleeps by his wife and the young husband sleeps by his wife; And these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them, And such as it is to be of these more or less I am, And of these one and all I weave the song of myself." -Walt Whitman

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Location: Morocco

Peace cannot be achieved through violence, it can only be attained through understanding. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sunday, April 16, 2006

School will be back the 2nd of May! Hooot, the students won!

The road trip to Italy was superb. CInque Terre, Pisa, Florence, Venice and a lot of food and laughing.

I am in Arles with dad and Oma and we are going to see a bull fight this morning. Happy Easter to that.

Will write more soon.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Ems. said...

Question: At Easter bullfights does the beast rise from the dead at the end? That would really mess with me if I was a matador. Just sayin...

Happy Easter! Wave something red at a bull for me. I'll eat some chocolate eggs for you.

Miss you,
Ems.

April 16, 2006 1:15 PM  

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