I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all. No... not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening, but love that... over-throws life. Unbiddable, ungovernable - like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
The Only Kind That Is Romantic.
Maria Elena: Only unfulfilled love can be romantic.
I am a Canadian that should be living in Europe. I adore my other half of the apple that is currently an ocean apart from me in Italy, but next to that, I adore all things fabulous. Fabulous- days, nights, moments, people, looks, places. This blog is dedicated to all those fabulous things I come across, both locally in Canadia and from my love of travel abroad with a focus on romance, love, and happily ever afters...fare l'amore!
I want to say that this is absolutely true but... part of me wants it to be false anyway.
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