 - Last login: 4 days agoKzsab1
- Lawrence is a 45 year old single guy from Beverly Hills, California, USA.
- Likes 305 pages, 3 videos, 16 photos • 3 fans
- Member since Nov 30, 2006
In describing me, I would say that I am a kind, considerate, gentleman and a giving person. I am a happy, positive and motivated guy with a keen sense of hummer.
I tend to be serious person when dealing with issues that deem to be of great importance such the company I founded, family, relationship and health, and yet I am a laid back and a care free about life in general.
I am a leader yet humble, strong but compassionate, assertive but flexible. I am adventurous - affectionate - alluring - altruistic - ambitious - amiable - amorous - amusing - animated - ardent - articulate - assured - audacious - authentic - bashful - benevolent - Bohemian - boisterous - bookish - brainy - brawny - brazen - and if I love something, I do it with passion.
I am an economist, computer scientist, software designer, practiced engineer, inventor, writer, poet and an ardent reader. I love nature, boating, sport, traveling, photography, graphic design, cooking, dining out, music, and exploring new ideas, and new frontiers that may impact humanity in a better way.
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sunbird2570s latest photos slideshow on Flickr
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Oct 20, 2007 4:47am
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http://www.flickr.com/photos/bluebird5270/show/
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I like to share some of my art work with you. Although I am not really a graphic designer but rather a software designer. Hope you like them.
Lawrence
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Mar 31, 2007 1:07am
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I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
Thanks to your love a certain fragrance,
risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where "I" does not exist, nor "you,"
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.
-Pablo Neruda
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Mar 3, 2007 5:26am
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Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood--
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
Pablo Neruda
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