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Let the Wind Blow
Let the Wind Blow
I let the icy-fresh mountain wind wash over my face… I let it blow away the stale air of small-time politics, I let it blow away the insults, the lies and the humiliations… I stand now on the mountainside, and I let the western wind blow at me, over me, through me, I let the cold and crystal clear air purge my lungs and lift up my mood. I start on the snow and walk towards the top, new paths await me and new experiences shape me; new battles forge my steel and new novels will write me, through my pen…
The past tears apart from me like so many shreds of an outgrown, old coat, useless now, forgotten, the wind blows it away, lets it renew me and reshape me – I fly with the new wind, I look down on the snow-white pureness of the land, I look up the dazzling blue sky, I look but watch inside, as I close my eyes and let the wind take me whenever it chooses…
One road is as good as any, the paths are all choked in snow, the mountain is huge, endless, desolate, and all mine to discover, to find myself amongst the foggy trees, the bare rocks, the wind and all… a whole new world is in me to discover. The wind will always help. It blows away the doubts and makes me go.
I have started out again - as many times I will, as needed.
Quicksilver
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I let the icy-fresh mountain wind wash over my face… I let it blow away the stale air of small-time politics, I let it blow away the insults, the lies and the humiliations… I stand now on the mountainside, and I let the western wind blow at me, over me, through me, I let the cold and crystal clear air purge my lungs and lift up my mood. I start on the snow and walk towards the top, new paths await me and new experiences shape me; new battles forge my steel and new novels will write me, through my pen…
The past tears apart from me like so many shreds of an outgrown, old coat, useless now, forgotten, the wind blows it away, lets it renew me and reshape me – I fly with the new wind, I look down on the snow-white pureness of the land, I look up the dazzling blue sky, I look but watch inside, as I close my eyes and let the wind take me whenever it chooses…
One road is as good as any, the paths are all choked in snow, the mountain is huge, endless, desolate, and all mine to discover, to find myself amongst the foggy trees, the bare rocks, the wind and all… a whole new world is in me to discover. The wind will always help. It blows away the doubts and makes me go.
I have started out again - as many times I will, as needed.
Quicksilver
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Theocratic Quicksilver. We shall meet again!
welcome
Good luck!
Magyarok: Elment... Aki mostantól anyázza, az csak kötekedni akar.
Kovacskoko: deja vu...
Végre...
Thanks!
farewell.
Good luck! ( its really not for offence )
Good luck for exploring this new world!
you will find theocracy is a great alternative
well, well, well, our Reverend Mother has finally tasted the Water of Life and started walking on the golden path of this world:) good luck Quick!
Good luck in Switzerland
Du.. svájci?
welcome
QuickSilver
Welcome bro!
You are welcome
Thank you
Have a good time!
We'll waiting for you!
Egy kis friss hegyi levegő, azt vágyom én is.
Anywhere the wind blows..
Good luck!
Quicksilver - thank you for joining us, I look forward to counting you as a comrade-in-arms!
nem ismerlek, sem a cikkieid, nem vagyok itt olyan régen, h mindent megértsek és átlássak. de ezt a teátrális kivonulást... csendben nem megy?
Megpróbálom az ellen propagandát : Quick kérlek írj még nekünk sok-sok okos cikket! .......................................(hátha!)
welcome!!