It takes very little to make me happy…
The sound of rain, the fragrance of a book, soft music playing somewhere, watching clouds soar by, the sunset, voices of the night, the smell of earth after the rains, the rustle of leaves in the wind, a cup of hot strong coffee, a pillow to hug and sleep, getting wet in the rain, walking along a beach hand in hand with that special person, chocolate melting in my mouth, going to sleep at 3 am and waking up at 12 noon, singing aloud, writing in a new book…
It takes very little to put me off…
Absence of anything to read, having nothing to do, people squabbling, pessimism, a day without speaking to my loved ones, bad smells, animal slaughter, getting stuck while trying to write…
It takes very little to confuse me…
Is it better to do something and then wishing you had not done it? Or nor doing it at all? is it worth making your point if all you earn is a scowl on other’s faces? Why does money hold so much to people when they are aware it can never buy love? Why does Donald duck refuse to wear pants? How can people kill animals and eat them? And yet maintain that they are kind and gentle?...
It takes very little to hate me…
Am hot tempered, hot headed, frank to the point of being ruthlessly blunt, extremely moody, arrogant sometimes, stubborn most times, happen to be in the thick of too many things at once, without even wanting to, I scream, I slam doors, make books, glasses and spoons fly, get offended easily, get irritated easily…
The sound of rain, the fragrance of a book, soft music playing somewhere, watching clouds soar by, the sunset, voices of the night, the smell of earth after the rains, the rustle of leaves in the wind, a cup of hot strong coffee, a pillow to hug and sleep, getting wet in the rain, walking along a beach hand in hand with that special person, chocolate melting in my mouth, going to sleep at 3 am and waking up at 12 noon, singing aloud, writing in a new book…
It takes very little to put me off…
Absence of anything to read, having nothing to do, people squabbling, pessimism, a day without speaking to my loved ones, bad smells, animal slaughter, getting stuck while trying to write…
It takes very little to confuse me…
Is it better to do something and then wishing you had not done it? Or nor doing it at all? is it worth making your point if all you earn is a scowl on other’s faces? Why does money hold so much to people when they are aware it can never buy love? Why does Donald duck refuse to wear pants? How can people kill animals and eat them? And yet maintain that they are kind and gentle?...
It takes very little to hate me…
Am hot tempered, hot headed, frank to the point of being ruthlessly blunt, extremely moody, arrogant sometimes, stubborn most times, happen to be in the thick of too many things at once, without even wanting to, I scream, I slam doors, make books, glasses and spoons fly, get offended easily, get irritated easily…
