Vsi zapisi na tej strani so moje avtorsko delo. Vir fotografij je Internet. ------------- Ljubim Jesen in vse njene barve; ljubim Veter in neskončne sprehode; ljubim Življenje in ljubim Njega. Ogenj v kaminu, domač jabolčni zavitek; vonj po vijolicah, ciklamah, jasminu, sivki in španskem bezgu; konji, sveže posušeno seno, cvetoči travniki in neskončna polja; potovanja in dejstvo, da se vedno znova lahko vrnem tja, kjer sem doma, pa so najbolj zaželjena začimba mojega vsakdana.
If I held in my hand Every grain of sand Since time first began to be Still, I could never count Measure the amount Of all the things you are to me
If I could paint the sky Hang it out to dry I would want the sky to be Oh, such a grand design An everlasting sign Of all the things you are to me
You are the sun That comes on summer winds You are the falling year That autumn brings You are the wonder and the mystery In everything I see The things you are to me
Sometimes I wake at night And suddenly take fright You might be just fantasy But then you reach for me And once again I see All the things you are to me
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