Mister Garden Frog? How are you? Do you feel like I feel? Mr.Garden Frog, maybe you care for some fresh water pool with some red grapes to gently taste while you thinking on such dense matters? Hope thoughts can flow like a river into the ocean, starting with a little stream of fresh and pure water and then gathering other streams that had no apparent connection and taken way growing to rapid, troubled waters and waterfalls to eventually calm into charming lakes and finally getting union with deep ocean waters. Are you still there, Mr.Frog?
I meant to say “Are you still with me?” in focus attention to the questions and divagations, not to go anywhere. He seems quite happy and self-esteem in such beautiful and teaming surroundings.
I meant if someone gives importance to any thing, if you give a certain value, good or bad, to something, it becomes alive. That was what I meant. It counts to someone, or to the world. Sometimes I turn myself a bad philosopher, that counts too. Ok, don’t worry – my fault.
Hey fellow bloggers.
It started out a little something like this. With the notion that I had something to get out. If we all just wrote a little something every day, perhaps our houses wouldn't have to be made of straw.
We all have incredible stories to tell.
Epics unbelievable to anyone but ourselves.
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Mister Garden Frog?
How are you?
Do you feel like I feel?
Mr.Garden Frog, maybe you care for some fresh water pool with some red grapes to gently taste while you thinking on such dense matters?
Hope thoughts can flow like a river into the ocean, starting with a little stream of fresh and pure water and then gathering other streams that had no apparent connection and taken way growing to rapid, troubled waters and waterfalls to eventually calm into charming lakes and finally getting union with deep ocean waters.
Are you still there, Mr.Frog?
“Diary of a Self Mad Man” - João Santos
I love your imagery J.
Poor Mr. Frog, I thought you were happy in my garden.
I meant to say “Are you still with me?” in focus attention to the questions and divagations, not to go anywhere.
He seems quite happy and self-esteem in such beautiful and teaming surroundings.
Yes, I think he likes the garden better than the cigar shop I found him in.
Mr.Garden Frog says:
“Thank you, my savior, thanks you…”
He never will forget you, you saved him and now he counts.
Mark Knopfler
"Local Hero"
He counts?
I meant if someone gives importance to any thing, if you give a certain value, good or bad, to something, it becomes alive.
That was what I meant. It counts to someone, or to the world.
Sometimes I turn myself a bad philosopher, that counts too.
Ok, don’t worry – my fault.
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