places

Paris was all so... Parisian. I was captivated by the wonderful wrongness of it all - the unfamiliar fonts, the brand names in the supermarket, the dimensions of the bricks and paving stones. Children, really quite small children, speaking fluent French!

...there__ no magic in places. Only people, and precious little of that; less and less the older you get.

But I remember the place with fondness ... not perfect but, all in all, not a bad memory.

There are places we fear, places we dream, places whose exiles we became and never learned it until, sometimes, too late.

Wherever you travel to, I would love to receive a beautiful postcard.

Who who whose smell in the air of her room, whose fingerprints all over her friends_ secret places.

There are places which exist in this world beyond the reach of imagination.

I have travel to the places I have been because, I had a vivid imagination of the places.

Your imagination will take you to places.

We travel to see beauty of souls in new landscapes.

There are so many wonderful places created in my mind simply from the books I have read, I have been transported to some unforgettable, magic places but there are so many more I wish to visit and so little time that I fear I never will.

There are places I cannot visit. Places of unbearable sadness, grief, mourning. They say places are made by people. I say places are defined by the memories they conjure__he lunge of a curse, a shared and shattered history, a loved one drowned and lost in the ocean of forgetting.

I haven__ been very impressed lately.By people,or places,or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.

All the places my mind took me were places I did not want to go.

Cutting my roots and leaving my home and family when I was 18 years old forced me to build my home in other things, like my music, stories and my journey. The last years I have more or less constantly been on my way, on the road, always leaving and never arriving, which also means leaving people. I__e loved and lost and I have regrets and I miss and no matter how many times you leave, start over, achieve success or travel places it__ other people that matter. People, friends, family, lovers, strangers _ they will forever stay with you, even if only through memory. I__e grown to appreciate people to the deepest core and I__ trying to learn how to tell people what I want to tell them when I have the chance, before it__ too late. _

This moment is spectacular!

I visited many places, Some of them quite Exotic and far away, But I always returned to myself.

Literature is where I go to explore the highest and lowest places in human society and in the human spirit, where I hope to find not absolute truth but the truth of the tale, of the imagination, and of the heart.