Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. - William Butler Yeats.
21. Female Homo Sapien sapiens. Canadian. Montrealer. University student. Hates black coffee but loves a good tea. This place chronicles the stuff of her diverse interests. Shy, quiet but can be extroverted once she feels comfortable. Hasn't met "the one". Has a incurable case of wanderlust but lacks finances to explore the world. Could curl up to bossa nova music with a good book probably right about... now.