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" Latin Music ….My love for Latin Music is eternal, it all started with my song Vanessa , Vanessa Was a Gorgeous Cuban Girl living nearby my store , one day I was singing in that Store and she heard me singing ,,,she said oh man …I love your voice, you touched my heart , I told her what’s your name ? she said Vanessa , so I came up with the chorus ,,,,,vanessa vanessa vanessa , oh I can’t leave you alone , vanessa vanessa vanessa , oh this love I can’t ignore , she loved it ,,,and challenged me to finish song and of course I won , my 1st single vanessa 2003. Amazing people like vanessa inspiring us to great amazing music "
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" And now the measure of my song is done:
The work has reached its end; the book is mine,
None shall unwrite these words: nor angry Jove,
Nor war, nor fire, nor flood,
Nor venomous time that eats our lives away.
Then let that morning come, as come it will,
When this disguise I carry shall be no more,
And all the treacherous years of life undone,
And yet my name shall rise to heavenly music,
The deathless music of the circling stars.
As long as Rome is the Eternal City
These lines shall echo from the lips of men,
As long as poetry speaks truth on earth,
That immortality is mine to wear. "
― Ovid , Metamorphoses
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" Touch my song with your lips, make it immortal,be my beloved, make my love immortal.No restriction of age, not the bond of lives,when someone love should see only the soul,by carving new trend, make the trend immortal.Loneliness of the sky is in my lone heart,with rattleing paayal enter into my life,by giving own breaths make the music immortalmake the music immortal, make my song immortal.World snatched from me, whatever was beloved to me,all won from me, I lost at every moment,by losing your heart you make my victory immortal.written By " Honthon Se Chhoo Lo Tum - Jagjit Singh "
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" When service is unto people, the bones can grow weary, the frustration deep. Because, agrees Dorothy Sayers, 'whenever man is made the centre of things, he becomes the storm-centre of trouble. The moment you think of serving people, you begin to have a notion that other people owe you something for your pains... You will begin to bargain for reward, to angle for applause.'
When the laundry is for the dozen arms of children or the dozen legs, it's true, I think I'm due some appreciation. So comes a storm of trouble and lightning strikes joy. But when Christ is center, when dishes, laundry, work, is my song of thanks to Him, joy rains. Passionately serving Christ alone makes us the loving servant to all. When the eyes of the heart focus on God, and the hands on always washing the feet of Jesus alone - the bones, they sing joy, and the work returns to it's purest state: eucharisteo. The work becomes worship, a liturgy of thankfulness. "
― Ann Voskamp , One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are
