namzita.:
The road is long, the crossings many. Trade your soul for many colors, bring along books for the ride. Trace the path so mingled, leave a part of you everywhere. And patch together a lifetime.
namzita.:
Every leaf of the tree becomes a page of the book once the heart is opened and it has learnt to read.
namzita.:
Her appearance was formidable, her manner-well, it was like talking to St Paul's Cathedral.
namzita.:
A woman can walk through the black and white scape of life with the strength and love of a million rainbows.
namzita.:
Take a ride by yourself sometimes.. that way you'll have the seat next to you open for new opportunities.
namzita.:
May the distances fade and the hearts grow fonder. May you be here and the both of us wonder somewhere farther.
namzita.:
Funny thing about being in the moment is that you forget who you are and become yourself.