Of march and music.

"I mean yes, we're drowning. But the music, is exquisite." As instantly as i drool each time i see Fouziah Gous' gorgeous looks on TV, i smiled as this extraordinarily short poetic substance made it's first visit into my hormonal subconscious. This short quote now dubbed my favorite poem originates from a page on facebook introduced to me by Zafi. Dubbed as paper blackout poems, these random sayings, idioms, quotes, creative literature are born by blacking out entire pages on newspapers, but leaving out only several random words for view. Some make no sense whatsoever, and some strain your brain like trigonometry. Yet this particular poem managed to pick my mind, as it intertwines with one principal that i enjoy, yet am unable to practice. Which is to look through problems and events in life, yet take everything lightly in order to appreciate the smaller nic-nac's, or rather, to stop and smell the roses.