<![CDATA[Livia's BLOG- 4 GOOD PEOPLE]]>http://blog.bitcomet.com/5285616/en-usbitcomet.comTue, 04 Mar 2008 14:04:17 GMTTue, 04 Mar 2008 14:04:17 GMTbitcomet.comhttp://cyber.law.harvard.edu/rss/rss.html30<![CDATA[Untitled]]>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/18645/ When heartache appears in our lives and we are forced to face bittersweet truths, we must be reminded that within each challenge there is always a higher offering. Although hidden from our view, we must raise our thinking, open our hearts, and recognize that we a being called to a new stage in life, a new room. Unfamiliarity can be frightening, and new paths are always a risk. But what is life, if not a journey into the wondrous unknown. Look around… grace and beauty can be found even within pain. The only lock, keeping us trapped or blind or stuck, is fear. The only cage, our own minds…

                                                                  &n......]]>L_ange_l (Livia)Tue, 04 Mar 2008 14:04:17 GMT<![CDATA[Prayer]]>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/17210/  0_4ee0_fe0d0fc4_L
 Prayer
If you love her, then love her cool
Don’t burn your heart and give her light
I do not want you to be cruel
But kissing her, don’t hold her tight
Love but do not smile to her
Don’t be the way you used to be
You mustn’t smile anymore
Because your smile belongs to me
Don’t dream of her. Don’t watch her eyes
Because it’s pitiless and wrong
Don’t give her all those sweet goodbyes
I miss and want them harsh and strong.
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]]>L_ange_l (Livia)Sun, 17 Feb 2008 14:45:06 GMT<![CDATA[Bitter Autumn]]>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/17143/ Bitter Autumn

 

What has the autumn done tu us?
That endless wind, that heavy rain...
Your fingers strunggling the glass
My eyes with tears and bitter pain.
It's over now, thought hurts a lot
Forgive it please, the autumn's game.
We could be happy, but we're not
Forsake its song, forget its name
Why had the song been cruel and dead?
How could it do it all to us?
It's stolen happiness we've had
And buried flowers into grass
Forgive it all; the empty sky
The trees are grey, the sun so red
The inner feeling meant to die,
The bitter autumn we have had.
]]>L_ange_l (Livia)Sat, 16 Feb 2008 14:24:22 GMT<![CDATA[Happy Valentine's Day]]>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/16974/

]]>L_ange_l (Livia)Thu, 14 Feb 2008 13:48:36 GMT<![CDATA[Ideas]]>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/16703/ A man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.

The over man… Who has organized the chaos of his passions, given style to his character and become creative. Aware of life’s terrors he affirms life without resentment.

 

There’s always some madness in love but there’s always some reason in madness.

]]>L_ange_l (Livia)Mon, 11 Feb 2008 11:38:01 GMT<![CDATA[poem]]>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/16701/ Hold my kiss in the palm of your hand

While the wind tears this autumn apart

And today in the distantly land

Let it bring the July in your heart

Carry on, when the sky drops its frost

And the touch of my lips fades away

Keep this kiss when my image is lost

On your way to the following day...

Life will grand you with hope and pride

Then will silver the black of your strand,

But I know I will stay in your heart

As this kiss on the palm of your hand.

]]>L_ange_l (Livia)Mon, 11 Feb 2008 11:31:00 GMT<![CDATA[Poem2]]>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/16698/ Every Verse is a child of Love, 
 A destitute bastard slip, 
 A firstling—the winds above— 
 Left by road asleep 
 Heart has a gulf and a bridge, 
 Heart has a bless and a grief, 
 Who is his father? A liege? 
 Maybe a liege or a thief.
]]>L_ange_l (Livia)Mon, 11 Feb 2008 11:25:06 GMT<![CDATA[Successful persons]]>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/16694/ The most successful men in the end are those whose success is the result of steady accreation. It is the man who carefully advances step by step with his mind becomingwider and wider—and progressivly better able to grasp any theme or situation—persevering in what he knows to be practical and concentrating his thoughts upon it. Who is bound to succeed in the greatest degree.

 

A successfull person is the one who can lay a firm foundation with the briks that others through at him.
]]>L_ange_l (Livia)Mon, 11 Feb 2008 11:17:47 GMT<![CDATA[Again about success]]>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/16693/ It has always seemed strange to me... The things we admire in men, kindness, generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling are the concomitants of failure in our system… And those traits we detest sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest are the traits of success…]]>L_ange_l (Livia)Mon, 11 Feb 2008 11:09:19 GMT<![CDATA[Success]]>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/16692/ The common idea that success spoils people by making them  vain, egoistic and self-complacent is erroneous, on the contrary it makes them for the most part humble, tolerant and kind…Failure makes people bitter and cruel…
It’s not enough that I should succeed, others should fail…
 ]]>L_ange_l (Livia)Mon, 11 Feb 2008 11:05:15 GMT<![CDATA[The END]]>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/16577/ I’ve decided to post the end of the story…

The guy told her that she is an unique girl and that he is NOT sick at all and that he told her that just for testing her… the reaction of the girl was unexpected, she started crying and she was crying as if somebody had died… the guy didn’t even know what to say… (They were using a webcam during their chat)… he was absolutely confused, he was trying to make her stop crying but nothing helped… He said : "I LOVE YOU"…  her answer was simple: “I HATE YOU!”… His heart was broken the way and hers was…

THE END
]]>L_ange_l (Livia)Sun, 10 Feb 2008 09:35:22 GMT<![CDATA[does not even have any title]]>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/16390/ Let me tell you a story…

 One day, a girl and a guy started chatting on a site… every day they were staying in front of the computer talking about their own lives, about their secrets, about their ex- and new- girl/boy-friends… It seemed that they were best friends…

 if it happened that the girl could not enter the chat, the guy was writing her letters on the mobile phone just to let her know that he is missing her—like a friend… he even told her that he does not love her and is not going to love her… she was OK with that (neither she loved or was going to fall in love with him).Until… Once the guy had to work all the night and the girl told him she was going to keep him company… The topic of their discussion was-- "their possible meet"… the guy said that even if he wanted to meet the girl he could not, as he was badly sick--he had cancer-- and that he was not able to take any trip for a long......]]>L_ange_l (Livia)Fri, 08 Feb 2008 08:48:18 GMT