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BOB DYLAN'S FAULT IF I CHANGED THE ADDRESS OF MY STUDIES...I'm still a teenager,I think it's a state of mind,not a matter of age.I'm a rebel without a cause,I've had it all in my life,but I'm still a rebel.I have all the personality diseases you'll ever know,I'm always on time,I travelled a lot,and I still travel a lot;Derek Walcott during his Nobel Lecture said:"the traveller cannot love,since love is stasis and travel is motion" and I made this expression mine.I'm a vegeterian since I was 12.I practise Tao-Chi while I listen to classical music.I've just come back from my soul vacation,making my way through the constellation.the wind swept me off my feet,I danced along the light of day,Venus blew my mind,and it was everything I wanted to find.
my father wants to tie me down and I fly high,he wanted me to study Law like every lobotomized gal out there,I chose Languages and Literatures because of my curiosity and the many cultures out there.I fall in love everyday,and it's amazing.I'd trade whatever to live constantly the embarassment of the first dates.nothing heals me like London rain.I love hotels,airports and festivals.I live my every moment in the name of music.someday I'll work in the music industry.I'd like to organize events,being a journalist or a writer would be great challenges as well.I appreciate photography,seriously,and every thing that's bohemian.
Oasis suggested not to "put your life in the hands of a rock'n'roll band who'll throw it all away",my father asked me it too,but that was useless,and I already was on the tourbus!and I'm not sorry for that!I always smile,and I always have a cup of tea in my hands.
"OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul" .
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference".
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