Monday, January 30, 2012
A Farewell Letter
If for an instant God were to forget that I am rag doll and gifted me with a piece of life,
possibly I wouldn't say all that I think,
but rather I would think of all that I say.
I would value things,
not for their worth but for what they mean.
I would sleep little, dream more,
understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.
I would walk when others hold back.
I would wake when others sleep.
I would listen when others talk,
and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream!
If God were to give me a piece of life,
I would dress simply,
throw myself face first into the sun,
baring not only my body but also my soul.
My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice,
and wait for the sun to show.
Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti poem,
and a Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon.
With my tears I would water roses,
to feel the pain of their thorns,
and the red kiss of their petals.
My God, if I had a piece of life...
I wouldn't let a single day pass without telling the people I love that I love them.
I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites,
and I would live in love with love.
I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old,
not knowing that they grow old when they cease to love!
To a child I shall give wings,
but I shall let him learn to fly on his own.
I would teach the old that death does not come with old age,
but with forgetting.
So much have I learned from you, oh men...
I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain,
without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled.
I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the first time with his tiny fist his father's finger,
he has him trapped forever.
I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another only when he has to help the other get to his feet.
From you I have learned so many things,
but in truth they won't be of much use,
for when I keep them within this suitcase,
unhappily shall I be dying.
~GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ~
possibly I wouldn't say all that I think,
but rather I would think of all that I say.
I would value things,
not for their worth but for what they mean.
I would sleep little, dream more,
understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.
I would walk when others hold back.
I would wake when others sleep.
I would listen when others talk,
and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream!
If God were to give me a piece of life,
I would dress simply,
throw myself face first into the sun,
baring not only my body but also my soul.
My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice,
and wait for the sun to show.
Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti poem,
and a Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon.
With my tears I would water roses,
to feel the pain of their thorns,
and the red kiss of their petals.
My God, if I had a piece of life...
I wouldn't let a single day pass without telling the people I love that I love them.
I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites,
and I would live in love with love.
I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old,
not knowing that they grow old when they cease to love!
To a child I shall give wings,
but I shall let him learn to fly on his own.
I would teach the old that death does not come with old age,
but with forgetting.
So much have I learned from you, oh men...
I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain,
without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled.
I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the first time with his tiny fist his father's finger,
he has him trapped forever.
I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another only when he has to help the other get to his feet.
From you I have learned so many things,
but in truth they won't be of much use,
for when I keep them within this suitcase,
unhappily shall I be dying.
~GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ~
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Mmmm...cuppcakes
..
And here you can see the magic...
I want to thank to The lovely I. who was my experimental bunny...and for chocolate that she brought...
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Free and/or happy
You don’t have to go anywhere, you don’t have to do anything, you can sleep as much as you want. Finally freedom… Your days and your nights…
Well, well…do not dream. Things never going to be the way you want, you will never do what you want… only you...
There always going to be someone who is going to keep you on a leash. Your friends, family, your conscience, the driving force, university, love, your attachments, culture, education, responsibility...to you and everybody else…
What a horror!
All those things instead of opening doors to the wide world most often ties your hands and shuts the door to your dream of a freedom.
Free people probably are the monks who live in caves without food and water. Once, I saw in a movie how they won over the driving force, and silently and mysteriously floats in the air, so that is how they makes others to be in a humble fear.
They are hiding from the world’s vanity, fun and tempting earthly affairs. The caves are not possible to test all this. What about you? You dream out loud and you require for some space, but you face some barriers, prohibitive signs, stop signals and even criminal penalties. So, how to survive under such conditions without hiding in a cave?
Some would advice – adapt the real world.
Others - forget your impossible dreams.
And I say – happy are those who cherish their happiness more than freedom.
p.s. unfortunately, I love my freedom.
p.s.s. I am so sorry…fucking Tuesday.
Well, well…do not dream. Things never going to be the way you want, you will never do what you want… only you...
There always going to be someone who is going to keep you on a leash. Your friends, family, your conscience, the driving force, university, love, your attachments, culture, education, responsibility...to you and everybody else…
What a horror!
All those things instead of opening doors to the wide world most often ties your hands and shuts the door to your dream of a freedom.
Free people probably are the monks who live in caves without food and water. Once, I saw in a movie how they won over the driving force, and silently and mysteriously floats in the air, so that is how they makes others to be in a humble fear.
They are hiding from the world’s vanity, fun and tempting earthly affairs. The caves are not possible to test all this. What about you? You dream out loud and you require for some space, but you face some barriers, prohibitive signs, stop signals and even criminal penalties. So, how to survive under such conditions without hiding in a cave?
Some would advice – adapt the real world.
Others - forget your impossible dreams.
And I say – happy are those who cherish their happiness more than freedom.
p.s. unfortunately, I love my freedom.
p.s.s. I am so sorry…fucking Tuesday.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
The story about the teddy bear who wanted to be Barbie
He was soft, cute and very lovely Teddy
bear. He fit as a friend, pillow and a tissue for tears. He took half of the
space on the girl’s bed, but he still felt unhappy.
She was slim, beautiful and a self-confident
doll. She fit for games and as a decoration for the house. She had a lot of dresses, bags and even pink
car.
It is obviously that Barbie was happy with
everything that she had: life, figure and also high heels with bead on it. During the moments when she was happy she
teased Teddy bear by asking him to fit his paw with hers waist, to check if it
not bigger than his paw.
And it wasn't bigger than paw…
At those moments he wanted to hide into his
jar from honey… or to fall asleep and wake up as a slim and beautiful Barbie.
Ew, she was mean.
Teddy bear tried to lose some weight and
even tried to stop eating his honey, but instead he got sick and became sadder.
Ech! If he knew how everything ends!
Then he wouldn’t allow himself to skip the
best days of his life because of jealousy and sadness.
The time was running.
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One day, the girl and the toys owner, grew
up. Then Barbie with unfashionable clothes went to the basement, hers car and a
broken make up table too… but the Teddy bear stayed on the shelf. Sometimes the
girl takes him to bed.
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It is worthless to look for things only to
check if your values are real, some of them are created from jealously or competitive
fight. Watch your life… Even at night when your toys are sleeping.
Photos from http://fuckyeahteddybear.tumblr.com/
Friday, January 13, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
A modern myth
Sisyphus is best
known for his punishment in the Underworld where he must roll a stone with his
hands and head in an effort to heave it over the top of a hill. But regardless
of how much he pushes, the stone rebounds backwards again and again.
Why don’t we
start doing something more meaningful and start push all stones down the hill?
Don’t we have
too much of stones behind our back and in our heart? Big, small- the whole
collection. We use it when we need them. When we do not use them, we carry them
as additional weight, not noticing that this heaviness does not allow us to
live free and to feel.
The anchor that
never allows the ship to swim into the tempting sea.
It is quite
fashionable and even psychologically right to accuse out past for our present.
Someone will never forgive to his friend, imperfect parents, kindergarten
teacher, who made you to finish that terrible soup. Eww!! But why we keep that
terrible feeling behind us?
Human heart
weights about 300 gramme. Why do you think it needs stones? Roll it down – it
will be easier. Do not count sheep before bed – count the stones that you
rolled down.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
photo.
Made by me
Edited by Edis
It is so fucking incredible how someone can change photo that I only now recognized that it is mine. Thank you.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
The reader
THE READER opens in post-WWII Germany when teenager
Michael Berg becomes ill and is helped home by Hanna, a stranger twice his age.
Michael recovers from scarlet fever and seeks out Hanna to thank her.
The two are quickly drawn into a passionate but
secretive affair. Michael discovers that Hanna loves being read to and their
physical relationship deepens. Hanna is enthralled as Michael reads to her from
“The Odyssey”, "Huck Finn", and “The Lady with the Little Dog.”
Despite their intense bond, Hanna mysteriously disappears one day and Michael
is left confused and heartbroken.
Eight years later, while Michael is a law student
observing the Nazi war crime trials, he is stunned to find Hanna back in his
life – this time as a defendant in the courtroom. As Hanna’s past is revealed,
Michael uncovers a deep secret that will impact both of their lives.
THE READER is a haunting story about truth and
reconciliation, about how one generation comes to terms with the crimes of
another.
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