With all the wealth that is suggested here, I wonder if money alone makes a happy life. The focus is too much on the money, the soul is left outside before. Do not get me wrong, I think money makes life easier and more beautiful part, but it does not need millions. What do you think?
Now that august is gone And we all know that all augusts come and go Is this woman? a woman of vertue, Is this woman? a super woman Is this woman? a woman of mission and vision Is this woman? classy and stylish Is this woman? preffesional or house wife And the woman of action and motion
A woman of courage and resilence A woman of liberation and liberty A woman of passion and compassion A woman of thoughts and opinions A woman of empathy and sympathy A woman of concerns and kindness . A woman of confrontation or insecurity A woman of altracation or tranquility A woman of ambition or armunition A woman of redeemtion or detention A woman of power or affection Is this woman a woman
I am not questining you, woman! I was questioning this woman
Try To Remember
Is a beautiful song by Harry Belafonte, here sung with Nana Mouskouri. I love it and it is just right for the month of September. As a young girl I've often sung it during the autumn time. I think that Autumn is a beautiful season. The leaves are turning yellow, orange and red, the sky is blue, the sun is not to strong as well. It blows a little wind out of Christmas! Oh just beautiful! In the region in Germany, where I live, around this time, wine grapes and chestnuts are ripe. This means you can now drink the the German speciality called Neuer Wein=New wine: grape must, whose alcoholic fermentation has just started)and eat hot chestnuts!
I love this special time! I hope you too!
I wish you a wonderful month of September! Enjoy this beautiful season!
Bisoux
Mana
Try to Remember Lyrics
Try to remember the kind of September When life was slow and oh, so mellow. Try to remember the kind of September When grass was green and grain was yellow. Try to remember the kind of September When you were a tender and callow fellow. Try to remember, and if you remember, Then follow.
Try to remember when life was so tender That no one wept except the willow. Try to remember when life was so tender That dreams were kept beside your pillow. Try to remember when life was so tender That love was an ember about to billow. Try to remember, and if you remember, Then follow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember, Although you know the snow will follow. Deep in December, it's nice to remember, Without a hurt the heart is hollow. Deep in December, it's nice to remember, The fire of September that made us mellow. Deep in December, our hearts should remember And follow.