City that does not sleep

In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,
and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the street corner
the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the stars.

Nobody is asleep on earth. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
In a graveyard far off there is a corpse
who has moaned for three years
because of a dry countryside on his knee;
and that boy they buried this morning cried so much
it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.

Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!
We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth
or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead dahlias.
But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;
flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths
in a thicket of new veins,
and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever
and whoever is afraid of death will carry it on his shoulders.

One day
the horses will live in the saloons
and the enraged ants
will throw themselves on the yellow skies that take refuge in the eyes of cows.

Another day
we will watch the preserved butterflies rise from the dead
and still walking through a country of gray sponges and silent boats
we will watch our ring flash and roses spring from our tongue.
Careful! Be careful! Be careful!
The men who still have marks of the claw and the thunderstorm,
and that boy who cries because he has never heard of the invention of the bridge,
or that dead man who possesses now only his head and a shoe,
we must carry them to the wall where the iguanas and the snakes are waiting,
where the bear's teeth are waiting,
where the mummified hand of the boy is waiting,
and the hair of the camel stands on end with a violent blue shudder.

Nobody is sleeping in the sky. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is sleeping.
If someone does close his eyes,
a whip, boys, a whip!
Let there be a landscape of open eyes
and bitter wounds on fire.
No one is sleeping in this world. No one, no one.
I have said it before.

No one is sleeping.
But if someone grows too much moss on his temples during the night,
open the stage trapdoors so he can see in the moonlight
the lying goblets, and the poison, and the skull of the theaters.

Federico Garcia Lorca

Why Greeks can't be terrorists?

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“If two things don't fit, but you believe both of them, thinking that somewhere, hidden, there must be a third thing that connects them, that's credulity”
Umberto Eco

why don't we speak to those who we hate?

How could our life be if we spoke to those we hate?
...but is that possible? ...could that ever be?

How do you define happiness?

How do you define happiness?

it's raining

Let's Count the Raindrops

Let's count the raindrops
as they pour:
one million, two million,
three million, four.

Alan Benjamin

to a child...

Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh
when I feel like crying.

Just for this morning, I will let you choose what you want to wear, and
smile and say how perfect it is.

Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you
up and take you to the park to play.

Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you
teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.

Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer
off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles..

Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble
when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one
if he comes by.

Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when
you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.

Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't
stand over you trying to fix them.

Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story
about how you were born and how much I love you.

Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.

Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the
porch and count all the stars.

Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my
favorite TV shows.

Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray,
I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever
given.

I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their
missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's
graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in hospital
rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside
that they can't handle it anymore.

And when I kiss you good night I will hold you a little tighter, a little
longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing,
except one more day..............

(from an e-mail)

The Battle of Sexes

Judgement Day arrives. God reviews the billions of people assembled, and says, "Welcome to Heaven. Women, go with Saint Peter. Men, form two lines. One line shall be men who dominated their women on Earth. The other line shall be men who were dominated by their women."
After much movement and shuffling, all the women are gone, and there remain two lines of men. The line of men that were dominated by their women is hundreds, perhaps thousands of miles long. The line of men that dominated women has but one man standing.
God reviews the two lines, points to the long line, and in a voice that echoes angrily throughout Heaven says, "You men should be ashamed. I created you in MY image, and you all were dominated by your mates. Behold! Only one of my sons stood up and made me proud. You shall learn from him!"
God turns to the one man standing, smiles, and says, "Tell them, my son. How did you manage to be the only one in that line?" And the man says, "I don't know, Lord. My wife told me to stand here."

Good morning :-)

Good morning :-)
This is the beginning of a new day.
You have been given this day to use
as you will. You can waste it or use
it for good. What you do today is
important because you are exchanging
a day of your life for it.

When tomorrow comes, this day will
be gone forever; in its place is
something that you have left behind...
let it be something good..

The City

The City
You said: "I'll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart -like something dead- lies buried.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I've spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally."
You won't find a new country, won't find another shore.
This city will always pursue you.
You'll walk the same streets, grow old
in the same neighbourhoods, turn grey in these same houses.
You'll always end up in this city. Don't hope for things elsewhere:
there's no ship for you, there's no road.
Now that you've wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you've destroyed it everywhere in the world.

Constantine P. Cavafy


Η ΠΟΛΙΣ
Είπες «θα πάγω σ’άλλη γή,θα πάγω σ’άλλη θάλασσα,
Μιά πόλις άλλη θα βρεθεί καλλίτερη από αυτή
Κάθε προσπάθεια μου μια καταδίκη είναι γραφτή
κ’είν’ η καρδιά μου – σαν νεκρός- θαμένη.
Ο νους μου ως πότε μές στον μαρασμόν αυτόν θα μένει.
Οπου το μάτι μου γυρίσω,όπου κι αν δώ
ερείπια μαύρα της ζωής μου βλέπω εδώ,
που τόσα χρόνια πέρασα και ρήμαξα και χάλασα».
Καινούργιος τόπους δεν θα βρείς,δεν θάβρεις άλλες θάλασσες
Η πόλις θα σ’ακολουθεί.Στο` 5;ς δρόμους θα γυρνάς τους ίδιους.
Και στες γειτονιές τες ίδιες θα γερνάς
και μες στα ίδια σπίτια θ’ασπρίζεις.
Πάντα στην ίδια πόλι αυτή θα φθάνεις.Για τα αλλού-μην ελπίζεις-
Δεν έχει πλοίο για σέ,δεν έχει οδό.
Ετσι που την ζωή σου ρήμαξες εδώ
στην κώχη τούτη τη μικρή,σ’όλη την γή την χάλασες.

Sartre..

"L'homme est une passion inutile"

Cavafy ..corps..

"Corps, souviens-toi, non seulement de combien tu fus aimé,
non pas seulement des lits où tu t'étendis,
mais aussi de ces désirs qui pour toi
brillaient dans les yeux visiblement,
et tremblaient dans la voix- et que quelque
obstacle fortuit rendit vains.
Maintenant que tout cela plonge dans le passé,
il semble presque qu'à ces désirs
tu te sois donné. Comme ils brillaient
souviens-toi, dans les yeux qui te regardaient,
comme ils tremblaient dans la voix, pour toi; souviens-toi,corps."
C.P.Cavafy

Lamarck ..adaptation..

"1. Plus l'organisme est simple, plus il est astreint à vivre dans des conditions précises de milieu;
2. Plus l'organisme est perfectionné plus il est capable de s'adapter à des conditions nouvelles,mais plus il est astreint aussi à certaines exigences de fonctionnement.Dans les deux cas,par conséquent,les divergences évolutives sont limitées,soit par la précision des conditions nécessaires du milieu, soit par la précision du fonctionnement destiné à entretenir la coordination dans des milieux variés."

Baudelaire ..mort..

"O Mort,vieux capitaine, il est temps, levons l'ancre!
Ce pays nous ennuie, ô Mort! Appareillons!
Si le ciel et la mer sont noirs comme de l'encre,
Nos coeurs que tu connais sont remplis de rayons.
Verse-nons ton poison pour qu'il nous réconforte!
Nous voulons,-tant ce feu nous brûle le cerveau,-
Plonger an fond du gouffre,-Enfer ou Ciel qu'importe?-
An fond de l'Inconnu pour trouver du nouveau."

they said...

“All that we are is the result of what we have thought.
The mind is everything. What we think, we become."
Buddha
"Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart."
Confucius
"Life is a promise; fulfill it".
Mother Theresa
"Seeing yourself as you want to be is the key to personal growth".
Anonymous
"We can do anything we want as long as we stick to it long enough".
Helene Keller
"3 rules of work:
1.Out of clutter, find simplicity.
2.From discord find harmony.
3.In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity."
Albert Einstein

...am I?

"You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one"

kitty :)

Sweet little babies!

Why Greeks can't be terrorists?

Waiting for the perfect man...

have fun :p