Saturday, 13 July 2013
lyrics: to make you feel my love. songwriter Bob Dylan
I'd go hungry I'd go black and blue I'd go crawling Down the avenue There's nothing That I wouldn't do To make you feel my love The storms are raging On the rolling sea And on the highway of regret The winds of change Are blowing wild and free You ain't seen nothing Like me yet I could make you happy Make your dreams come true There's nothing that I wouldn't do Go to the ends Of the Earth for you To make you feel my love, To make you feel my love
When the rain Is blowing in your face And the whole world Is on your case I could offer you A warm embrace To make you feel my love When the evening shadows And the stars appear And there is no - one there To dry your tears I could hold you For a million years To make you feel my love I know you Haven't made Your mind up yet But I would never Do you wrong I've known it From the moment That we met No doubt in my mind Where you belong
Kevin Rudd connecting us with China people: 昨晚我在办公室和习近平主席通了电话。我们用中文谈了半个小时，讨论了一些中澳，亚太地区和国际方面的重点。我和习主席都很重视我们两国的双边关系。我也借了这个机会邀请习主席明年来到澳大利亚访问以及参加在布里斯班举办的20国集团领导人峰会。老陆
昨晚我在办公室和习近平主席通了电话。我们用中文谈了半个小时，讨论了一些中澳，亚太地区和国际方面的重点。我和习主席都很重视我们两国的双边关系。我也借了这个机会邀请习主席明年来到澳大利亚访问以及参加在布里斯班举办的20国集团领导人峰会。老陆
all my dreams for Phil....
I like our new Study. It is in the third and good sized bedroom, with a walk-in-robe that has become our library.
The window looks out into the neighbours' massive trees, in their full height, mango and fig trees, giant lovely things, with high fronds and creepers abundant, to remind us that all things change and influence all things and there is a general connectedness to all living things.
I'm sure that some nights we will see sweet big eyed possums up high there.
It is an almost Hemingway type outlook.
If I only had a cross-bow.
Sigh.
We have named the neighbours' dogs 'Phil', all of them, as its easy to remember, and this way we can sometimes call out to them "Hey Phil, shut up!" Equally, if the nights are too quiet: "Hey Phil, wake up!"
If only I had a cross-bow.
Sigh.
It's a good writing place.
If you could see beyond the trees you would see the distant green mountain near Yarrabah that we have named Wang-Fitzpatrick Mountain, in honour of the noble gods in these heirloomed and sweet rites of passage.
The window looks out into the neighbours' massive trees, in their full height, mango and fig trees, giant lovely things, with high fronds and creepers abundant, to remind us that all things change and influence all things and there is a general connectedness to all living things.
I'm sure that some nights we will see sweet big eyed possums up high there.
It is an almost Hemingway type outlook.
If I only had a cross-bow.
Sigh.
We have named the neighbours' dogs 'Phil', all of them, as its easy to remember, and this way we can sometimes call out to them "Hey Phil, shut up!" Equally, if the nights are too quiet: "Hey Phil, wake up!"
If only I had a cross-bow.
Sigh.
It's a good writing place.
If you could see beyond the trees you would see the distant green mountain near Yarrabah that we have named Wang-Fitzpatrick Mountain, in honour of the noble gods in these heirloomed and sweet rites of passage.
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