Imagine I could be someone else who could 
sing all the songs that I love, who could join 
the dance, free to express the beauty I see 
in words that charmed the sorrowful heart 
- wouldn’t life be meaningful then? 
Saturday 22 September 2012 
The world around me is beautiful 
the bejewelled swimming pool, the 
emerald grass, soft breeze, lying 
in the sun - dreaming
Waking with a smile, floating on the 
dream, preparing lunch, listening to 
Chopin - Les Sylphydes - happy 
to cry with the melody
Looking at what I wrote yesterday 
I smile, if I cannot express beauty 
adequately, at least I can keep 
the memory alive 
Waltzing in the kitchen all by myself, 
heaving like a ship in stormy seas 
moving in circles, satisfied that 
the feeling of delight 
Is still there, my imagination set free 
still makes me feel like a dancer 
expressive on nimble feet – I’m 
in love with the sun! 
Sunday 23 September 2012 
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