Random ramblings from an amateur rock-n-roll historian and critic,self-professed bourbon aficionado, blackberry growin', jam makin', sometime tie-die shirt makin', ex hippie wannabe, turned punk rock lovein', blues festival going, middle aged pudgy bald white guy who loves to wear Hawaiian shirts in the summertime and happens to be more Stax than Motown, more Alman Brothers than Skynard, more Stones than Beatles, more NASCAR than Baseball, more freeware than license keys...
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
RUMI
I
said to the night, “If you are in love with the moon, it is because you
never stay for long.” The night turned to me and said, “It is not my
fault. I never see the Sun, how can I know that love is endless?”
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