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"It don't take much strength to pull a trigger. But try and get up every morning day after day, and work for a living. Let's see him try that. Then we'll see who the real tough is. The working man's the tough guy. Your father's the tough guy" Lorenzo Anello (Robert De Niro) in a "A Bronx Tale"
"START BY DOING WHAT'S NECESSARY; THEN DO WHAT'S POSSIBLE; AND SUDDENLY YOU ARE DOING THE IMPOSSIBLE." - St. Francis of Assisi

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marți, 22 august 2017

I was a lover (part II) ❣

I was a lover (part II)
                                      author Daniel Cibotariu


Go back in time and listen...  
Stories tell us exactly what we want to hear.
I wonder did you ever notice me?!
I was a lover when dreams had no end.
Overqualified, I ain't for everybody!

My favorite place always was by your side...
I was a lover attracted to someone like you.
The main ingredients that I used are called Love
Take the daily dose if you need it or not
Loyalty felt strong when satisfaction awakes magic.

Always wear your heart on your chest.
Expect nothing and apreciate everything
I don't boast like that...
Bla bla I was a non-existent lover.
Believe that...I don't care...

luni, 31 iulie 2017

Through The Eyes Of God


Through The Eyes Of God
               Author Carly Dugnere
They had freedom once,
Until the earth I created in my image
Was butchered and plundered,
Not considered worthy by man,
Who destroyed the intricacies of its ecosystems,
Desecrating the skeleton of my grand design.
Oh those animals,
Those beautiful creatures in whom I wrought my dreams,
Their resplendent coats shining red-orange,
The colour of the shifting earth.
They were the most glorious of my conceptions,
Their stripes as rarefied as a human fingerprint,
Camouflaged by both the sunrise and the sunset,
A molten mix in which all of nature came together as one.
I made them master over all terrains,
The chiaroscuro of creation pounding on the open grasslands
Or roaming the taiga in the frosted moonlight,
Those long limbs, at once strong and exquisite,
Pulling the strings of nature’s orchestra,
The very music of my pride.
But the mighty huntress became the hunted,
Her stealth no match for the bestial madness of men
Determined to show dominance over nature
And the Almighty who created it.
In doing so they have created their own hell,
A world full of barbarism and loathing,
Instead of love and beauty.
Gone now the richness, the splendour,
The majesty of the greatest,
Pushed to the edge of existence
By men who themselves are shackled
By the chains of their own hate.

luni, 24 aprilie 2017

Pathways



Pathways 

"There are infinite paths to choose,
And I have chosen many.
I have slammed into dead ends,
Twisted through turning trails that ended at lost,
Followed other’s routes to eventually realize they weren’t mine,
Even dared to venture into the great unknown,
Where writing a new way,
Was the only way.
But of all the countless roads I wandered,
Endless directions I explored,
And limitless possibilities I could have taken,
There is one thing I have come to know:
No matter what surrounds me,
Lies ahead or behind me,
Or who is beside me,
It’s what is happening in me,
That will shine a guiding light,
Conquer the journey,
And land me victorious after any travel.
Because perfection comes,
not when you’re watching golden sun sets over paradise,
But when you have grown,
Unbreakable,
At peace,
Within."







vineri, 3 februarie 2017

Passport

Passport 
        Marin Sorescu (1936-1996) 

To cross the border
Between the sunflower
And the moonflower
Between the alphabet
Of handwritten events


And printed events.

To be friend of all atoms
Which form the light
To sing with the atoms which sing
To cry
With the atoms which die
To enter into all the days of one’s life
Without restriction
No matter whether they fall on one side or the other
Of the word
Earth.


This passport
Is written in my bones
On my skull, femur, phalanges and spine
All arranged in a way
To make clear
My right to be man.


(Rendered in English by Constantin ROMAN, London© 2012, Copyright Constantin ROMAN)
First published in:
Encounter, December 1972
“Three Poems by Marin Sorescu”
by Constantin Roman & Timothy J.L. Cribb. (Cambridge)



"My identity is secure because my voice is my passport, verify me."

marți, 13 decembrie 2016

"The Happy Life is a Echo"

“It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?”- Charles Bukowski

duminică, 4 decembrie 2016

If - A Father’s Advice to His Son

If
  Joseph Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise. 



If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same 



If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss. 



If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son!