Adeus and So long...

On this Sunday, father's day, I'm writing my last blog post. The sudden death of Tim Russert makes me realize how much I'm missing by not being out there. We may vanished from this Earth plane from one second to another and there is still so much I would like to do, so many mountains I would like to climb, so many oceans I would like to dive, so much music i would like to create and last but not least, so much interaction with my kids I would like to have.... So long Mazungue@blogger. It is not your fault, as a matter of fact, I rarely come this way. You were merely the chosen blog where I 'm writing my last paragraphs. The others will just fade away...

On the way out, I'm leaving one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost. Coincidentally, this poem has been on my mind every day throughout this month of June 2008:



Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
By-Robert Frost

"Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.