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Thursday, August 30, 2018
Wednesday, August 29, 2018
Sunday, August 26, 2018
Mar 10, 1965... The two most unforgettable characters ever written for Broadway were born. From Broadway to Hollywood to the small screen, back to Hollywood again, back to the small screen and then to Broadway. Forever etched in multiple generations hearts, Oscar Madison, Felix Unger, The Odd Couple. Rest in peace Mr. Neil Simon, you made this world a much better place to live in. #neilsimon #oddcouple #Oscarmadison #felixungerInstagram
Mabrook, Mazal Tov, congratulations, felizcidades, etc. So happy for two wonderful people and two wonderful families who are joining to begin a forever, filled with love, health, happiness, infinite celebrations of life, love and success in creating an amazing world of their own. Life is about love, Love is contagious, Love is truth, True love is life. Love you both...Instagram
Thursday, August 23, 2018
We are writers, artists, creators of universes trying to describe emotions in words, pictures or tunes. We are the red-headed step-child sleeping late always giving in at night to the seductiveness of sleep and dreams. Trying to succeed in a world where you are confined, forced to conform and to blend into the background is like trying to fit an elephant into a mole’s burrow. After a while we begin to implode; first comes the sadness, then the restlessness, the loneliness, the anxiety of wanting to run while chained to a fence. As we try to adapt to the burrows in which we live – like the scarecrow in an abandoned farm – we slowly succumb to the bites, the sun and the rain. We wither away eventually becoming one with the wind and scattered across the fields. We were created for something more and the fact that at 50 you find yourself lost, at a loss and losing – can be a debilitating feeling. You have the girl of your dreams and your children by your side – but you want to have so that you can give. The burrow has no hidden treasure, no answers in the sky beyond the rainbow or below it. The pain of betrayal will never fully disappear, but it’s the pain of being mislabeled that hurts the most. Doubting yourself in the middle of the night, “Am I who they think I am or am I who I have always envisioned myself to be?” In the clarity of the morning light you know exactly who you are and you smile for even doubting yourself. @photo_lab_app #photo_lab_app #weknowwhoweare #artists #tbt #poet #writer #FreddyInstagram
Somewhere People are Smiling
If life wasn't so difficult there would be no poetry or art of any kind. Just as if life was not so rhythmic it would be dark and terrifying. Freddy Zalta 8/22/2018
Somewhere in time there is the sound of laughter and the infinite glow of people smiling. Somewhere in time there are children playing, laughing and singing. Somewhere in time there is no sickness, no problems other than a scab on your knee or a rainy day. Somewhere in time there is laughter, dancing, jumping, running and blushing. Somewhere in time there is nothing but time and all its wide open possibilities. Beauty has been stolen, lives have been cheated and time seems to be running out all around us. Somewhere - there are people smiling and the disappeared have come home again, in youth again...where no clocks exist and there are no endings only everlasting life. FZ #enough #live #laugh #dance #smileInstagram
Wednesday, August 22, 2018
Tuesday, August 21, 2018
Sunday, August 19, 2018
When the light goes out, it's hard to find a flame. Torches have been stored and matches have been under water. There is no light, the moon is off duty and the sun has yet to shine. There is no light until the morning... When the earth will spin and once again face the sun. Beauty has been stolen, her light has been dimmed. But her light will illuminate the souls she has touched and the love she has created will be forever. Another loss of a friend, rest in peace.Instagram
Friday, August 17, 2018
May everyone have a peaceful, loving and appreciative Sabbath. Look around and be grateful. You hear the television that was left on too loud, you go to shut it off and then you get upset. The sight of a piece of garbage on your living room floor, which someone has left, is a blessing. Although it emits an odor and has left a stain - it contains unlimited reasons to be grateful. 1. You have a living room, a TV and a roof over your head. 2. Someone other then yourself was visiting or lives with you - so you are not alone. 3. You can "see" the garbage. 4. You can "Smell" the garbage. 5. You posses the ability to hear. Let the stain on the floor remind you of just how much you have to be grateful for. Life is so fragile, love is so rare and appreciation is taken for granted. Shabbat Shalom, to all - be thankful and show appreciation to everyone around you. #shabbatshalom #saythankyou #feelthankful #livetothefullest #tgif #thoughtforthedayInstagram
Thursday, August 16, 2018
Black cloud over this city, the world will never be the same. Tears never ending, each tear slides down as if in flames. No reasons for leaving, it was just time for you to go. Your love was your last act, but why'd you have to go? Twisted turns and ordeals too terrifying to contemplate - have left love lost and searching for you, calling out your name... Yet... The brook is still running, the river is still wild, the sun is still shining and the birds still fly. We are lost for words, numb to feelings and aghast at the reality. Please watch down on us - guide us from this hell - let it rain from the heavens sprinkle it with your love. Until we see you again, until the time will come...watch over us and comfort us, through the storm that is yet to come.Instagram
Monday, August 13, 2018
Thank you all for the birthday wishes, people put down social media. Thanks to social media I am able to reconnect with my cousins, old friends and cultivate new friendships. I wish each of you the wishes you bestowed upon me. I am more than grateful and appreciative. #mybirthday #blessed #aug131966Instagram
Sunday, August 12, 2018
Is there anything more rewarding than a smile, a kiss or a hug? Is there anything more important in this world than love? Happiness is contingent on the ability to give and to accept love in all it's magical, miraculous and surprising colors and hues. Loving and accepting yourself is the first step in finding love. Love is the answer to all of life's questions. Find it, fight for it, never let it go. #happybirthday #love #loveistheanswerInstagram
Friday, August 10, 2018
I cant write. I sit by my laptop at night or early in the morning and I draw a blank. I think about people I have seen on the trains, the streets or in cafes. I think about the customers I have met, family members and friends. Their faces and demeanor scream stories but my brain wont speak to my fingers. So I sit here and my brain wanders off to unpaid bills, upcoming repairs and any hope of saving a nickel or dime simply fades away. Prospects slip from my view and the self-esteem I once held in such high esteem has fallen away and is nowhere to be seen. Clouds are simply clouds and stars are simply balls of very hot gas. Her eyes are eyes, her neck is simply a neck. The sun setting on the horizon is simply the earth spinning away from the sun. Words are lost to simplicity and my fingers constantly punch the wrong keys. My mind is afloat, caffeine is impotent and voices are screeches of finger nails across a blackboard. Songs are off tune and lyrics have no meaning; food is tastless as is the water I drink. Wine has lost its color, vodka was always clear and the tequila is sitting up in the shelf somewhere and I am too lazy to stretch. Work is impossible - mountains simply patches of rocks and dirt piled up high. Rainbows have no meaning and the moon has turned aside to avoid any eye contact. I am listless, lonely, frustrated, hungry for love, lusting for love, in search of success and finding an empty cup of coffee in place of the treasure I had been promised. So as I sit here depressed in solitude - although I sit among friends - I wonder if the sun will ever again bring warmth and rhymes to the stories in my mind. Will her eyes ever shine with the love inside of her warming me, inspiring me to keep on walking on and on? Will music ever set me to dance, sing or to have my heart pump a little quicker? Will words ever come back to me with stories of strangers created in my image? Will success every truly come calling or will I continue to waste away on line at this barren supermarket from hell? #writercommunity #writersblock #tgif #? #emptycupofcoffee #instagramwritersInstagram
Riding the Writer’s Block Train
I sit by my laptop at night or early in the morning and I draw a blank. I think about people I have seen on the trains, the streets or in cafes. I think about the customers I have met, family members and friends. Their faces and demeanor scream stories but my brain wont speak to my fingers.
Thursday, August 09, 2018
Wednesday, August 08, 2018
99 percent of what you worry about never happens. There are so many things we cannot control, there is no use in putting yourself through the pain and uncomfortable worry response. When you worry you imagine all the worst things that can happen. Your body reacts to these fantasies of dread by tensing up and responding to those fantasies as if they are actually occurring. Stop! Take a reality check. Take a deep breath. Have faith and be proactive.Instagram
Monday, August 06, 2018
She heard about a place people were smiling... A mirror, reflection, shiny versions of inner feelings, refections of how you used to be. Shiny puddles, layered and glittered, reflecting the clouds with a hint of rain. Years yesterday seemed so removed. Today I'm lost out of tune. The older we get do we actually regress into our childhood or are we so tired we choose to forget? She heard about a place people were smiling... #lost #poemoftheday #sand #lostintuneInstagram
Sunday, August 05, 2018
Friday, August 03, 2018
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