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Everything is gonna be OKay...

Wake Up!Don't you hear the rooster's call?
Come on don't waste the new sunrise on the new horizon.
Its a special day,its your birthday,our birthday.
Open your doors.
Breathe the exuberant fresh air.
See everyone the Gypsies,the Red Indians and the people of Ghetto have joined us.
We are waiting for you.
Come on.
This is the day,we don't have any known destination.
Bring your old guitar.
Don't worry,play the wrong notes.
Bring your water-colours also.
We will paint the  dull streets.
The people from Paris have brought the finest Wine and Cheese,
don't you want that?

Come on.
Everything is gonna be Okay.
At least give a try to What You Are Not!

bonne journée

Comments

Krishanu said…
inspirational....feels like the calling from the order of the new world..
November 14, 2008 at 8:08 AM
anindyo said…
i agree.... magical n inspirational
;-)
November 14, 2008 at 8:34 PM
Urchin said…
and these are my inspirations.....thank you
November 15, 2008 at 3:34 PM
SUTIRTHA said…
as my friends put it-very inspirational......every sunrise brngs wid it a new day wid new hope.....and so does this beatiful creation of urs--a hope of being happy, a hope of a fresh beginning evry time we fail, a hope that the dark gloomy clouds will soon disappear.
another masterpiece by the IMAGINOR.......keep up the grt work :)
November 16, 2008 at 2:38 PM
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