Alive And Kickin'

The wound is there. It might get painful from time to time, and I might lick it every now and then, but I'll be fine. I'll be just fine.

Stayin' Strong,

Lina.

A Poem from A Devastated Father.

À Villequier

Hélas ! vers le passé tournant un oeil d'envie,

Sans que rien ici-bas puisse m'en consoler,

Je regarde toujours ce moment de ma vie

Où je l'ai vue ouvrir son aile et s'envoler !



Je verrai cet instant jusqu'à ce que je meure,

L'instant, pleurs superflus !

Où je criai : L'enfant que j'avais tout à l'heure,

Quoi donc ! je ne l'ai plus !


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Alas! turning an envious eye towards the past,

unconsolable by anything on earth,

I keep looking at that moment of my life

when I saw her open her wings and fly away!



I will see that instant until I die,

that instant—too much for tears!

when I cried out: "The child that I had just now--

what! I don't have her any more!"



- Victor-Marie Hugo (26 February 1802 – 22 May 1885), on losing his daughter; Léopoldine who died in 1843 -
 
 
Condolences,
Lina.

Living Life

UNLEASH YOUR POTENTIAL

Unless you flap your wings,
you will never know how high you can fly.

With Love,

Lina.

Living Life

Shoot for the moon.
Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars.

With Love,

Lina.