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The Thief of Secrets
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2013
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Blooming Dreams
Springs are flying by as I see her bloom
I watch her grow and don’t want to let go
After spring comes summer
Full of joy, light and blooming kisses
I am high as she holds my hand
I am low as she let it go
Long summer days diving in the blue room
Dreaming of places where she wants to go
I watch her grow and I don’t want to let her go
With fall comes the longing for wishing stars
And the shorter days by the Read more of this blog post »
I watch her grow and don’t want to let go
After spring comes summer
Full of joy, light and blooming kisses
I am high as she holds my hand
I am low as she let it go
Long summer days diving in the blue room
Dreaming of places where she wants to go
I watch her grow and I don’t want to let her go
With fall comes the longing for wishing stars
And the shorter days by the Read more of this blog post »
“On the wind his sail unfurled and away from our shores his ship drifted.”
― The Thief of Secrets
― The Thief of Secrets
“It was as if I was right there with Magellan, following every curve of his pen as he wrote down his words to his beloved ones confiding his secret. I had become the ink, and the tip was tattooing my path. I was going to follow his dream, but still, I wished I knew why” – Celma Ribeiro”
― The Thief of Secrets
― The Thief of Secrets
“I had finally become aware of how much I was capable of, how little I had to lose, and how deep into Douglas's soft sand I had sunk. Magellan's letters, which Douglas had recited, had become part of my being. It was as if I was right there with Magellan, following every curve of his pen as he wrote down his words to his beloved ones confiding his secret. I had become the ink, and the tip was tattooing my path. I was going to follow his dream, but still, I wished I knew why.”
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