If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine
knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.

In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: Anyone can cook. But I realize that only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more.

Taken from the original Walt Disney Production - Ratatouille

I'll always be beside you,
until the very end,
wiping all your tears away,being your best friend,
I'll smile when you smile,
and feel all the pain you do,
and if you cry a single tear,
I promise i'll cry too

it is autumn and the leaves are falling
All love has died on earth
The wind is weeping with sorrowful tears
My heart will never hope fore a new spring again
My tears and my sorrows are all in vain
People are heartless, greedy and wicked…
Love has died!
The world has come to its end,
hope has ceased to have a meaning
Cities are being wiped out, shrapnel is making music
Meadows are coloured red with human blood
There are dead people on the streets everywhere
I will say another quiet prayer:
People are sinners.

Forever and a day..

I prayed you would stay,
You went away,
Now I’ll wait here for you,
For forever and a day

Forever and a day..

I prayed you would stay,
You went away,
Now I’ll wait here for you,
For forever and a day

I'm Lost

Now we're back to the beginning,
it's jus a feeling that no one knows yet,
but just because they can't feel it too,
doesn't mean that you have to forget