Who am I?
I’m a lover,
I’m a dreamer,
I’m a nonsense make-believer.
I’m a student,
I’m a teacher,
I’m a good-vibes kind of preacher.
I’m a singer,
I’m a dancer,
I’m a true love romancer.
I’m a writer,
I’m a poet,
And sometimes I think I know it.
I am serious,
I am silly,
I only want to be free.
I’m part faerie,
And half mermaid,
And my sparkles never fade.
I’m an old soul,
I’m a little girl,
And disco makes me twirl.
I’m made of stardust,
I’m made of lightning,
Made of the fine things.
I have a big heart,
I love to make cool art,
I even own my rosey farts.
I’m a hugger,
A kind of mother,
A dream to make you wonder.
Welcome to my world!
You are awesome!
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Thank you for telling me about your blog. I really enjoyed learning more about you from this page!
Your ABC friend,
Steve
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Are there still Portuguese people in Goa?
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Well, Portuguese descent, of course, but not totally Portuguese per se. . .if you know what I mean. It’s a real melting pot now.
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hi, i was in goa and kheerganga more than 30 years ago. that time the bus didnt go up to barshani, only manikaran. there was also no water dam at pulga, which i consider a sacrileg to the parvati. anyway, id like to see the valley again, or maybe not. it was heaven on earth, so beautiful. i like your writing and wish you all the best
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Hayley,
Your poetry is the BOMB! My goodness! Who knew? Countless hugs…
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