Just b-e-l-i-e-v-e!

Her story... She wanted a ring.  But he gave a teddy bear. Getting angry she threw the bear on the road.  He went to take it back  and was hit by a coming car and died.  At his funeral, she hugged the bear and the Machine in it spoke: "Will you marry me?  She found a Ring inside it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HoDj3qcOhiQ She wanted something. He gave that thing wrapped in something else. She threw it aside. The relationship died. ... This is the way destiny works. S.J. - A Queen Could she be a queen in her past life? Who ran away from her Palace because the King couldn't understand her thirst, thirst to roam freely on meadows and hearths? Thirst to listen the Black Night's whispers among skeleton trees? And when she ran away she met a Time Traveler who came disguised to her as a Prince of Rival Kingdom but due to his commitment to the world he belonged, he went away . The Queen lost her senses. Sometimes she would see her as a ...

She had taken so many lovers. Love stayed , love flew, love had put on always new , new faces , but she was tired. She would ask gloomily looking at the falling snow, "why am I blessed with such a curse?" And I would only look into her pretty sad eyes. There was nowhere now the wish to be loved by other. Nomore the wish to fly. Nolonger the wish to live. But since life was a truth she couldn't deny, she wanted to live it in a humble penitence. In loving the nature, learning the art of healing, winning over passions... ah! but even sometimes a genuine wish can not conquer the human passions. A storm lay beneath the calm sea of her countenance. Hers was a story of passion and not penitence. Lives were waiting to write her story. Unconscious though she was of her destiny, every man is somewhat conscious of what lies ahead. Destiny reveals itself in the bouts of passion and countenance.