パリで恋がしたい
パリで恋をした と言いたい
パリで恋がしたい と言いたい
パリで恋をしている自分を夢みて
ああ素敵な夢だった と思いたい
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足りないものが多すぎる
未熟すぎる
そして周りは進んでいる
下ばかりを見て、鼻で笑った様な人生を送ってきた私は
誰よりも愚か者であり、塵の様な存在感しかないことを痛感する
気づけただけでも良いかなと思いたいけど
そんな言い訳を言っている自分がまた嫌い
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2009年3月25日水曜日
being real
“What is REAL?”
asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room.
“Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse.
“It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful.
“When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse.
“You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.
Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby.
But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
-Margery Williams
2009年3月24日火曜日
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2009年3月21日土曜日
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