touching hearts

TEN COMMANDMENTS FOR PARENTS - AUTHOR UNKNOWN

2012-02-26T02:00:00.000+02:00

1. My hands are small; please don’t expect perfection whenever I make my bed, draw a picture or throw a ball. My legs are short; please slow down so that I can keep up with you.

Remember, it’s our parental responsibility to teach and train our children how to do even the basics of life such as, how to make a bed, how to brush their teeth properly, how to prepare simple meals, how to dust and vacuum, but not expecting perfection in each task. As children learn each new life skill, give them opportunities to practice these in your own home, so young children and teenagers can feel good about themselves and build confidence in their own abilities.

2. My eyes have not seen the world as yours have; please let me explore safely; don’t restrict me unnecessarily.

It should go without saying but, this advice does not include allowing our children such a wide berth of “freedom to explore” their surroundings in such a way that might put children at risk of being harmed or abused in some way.

3. Housework will always be there. I’m only little for such a short time-please take the time to explain things to me about this wonderful world and do so willingly.

4. My feelings are tender; please be sensitive to my needs; don’t nag me all day long. (You wouldn’t want to be nagged for your inquisitiveness). Treat me as you would like to be treated.

No matter how busy we are as parents, taking care of the home, jobs and other duties, make sure you are taking/making the time to really listen to your children. Physically stop whatever you’re doing when your child wants or needs to talk to you, rather than thoughtlessly telling children you are “too busy right now”, making sure you are giving your child undivided attention and looking directly into their eyes when they are speaking.

5. I am a special gift; please treasure me as my Creator intended you to do, holding me accountable for my actions, giving me guidelines to live by and disciplining me in a loving manner.

6. I need your encouragement, not just your praise to grow. Please go easy on the criticism; you can criticize the things I do without criticizing me.

7. Please give me the freedom to make decisions concerning myself. Permit me to fail, so that I can learn from my own mistakes. Then someday I will be prepared to make the kind of decisions life will require of me.

8. Please don’t do things over for me. Somehow that makes me feel that my efforts didn’t quite measure to your expectations. I know it’s hard, but please don’t try to compare me to my brother or sister.

If you have the tendency to give your child a chore to do, but continuously follow closely behind to re-do the chore “your way”, you might need to consider if you are really helping or enabling your child's efforts to grow and fully develop.

9. Please don’t be afraid to leave for a weekend together. Kids need a vacation from parents, just as parents need vacations from kids. Besides it’s a great way to show us kids that your marriage is very special.

Taking and making time to be alone with your spouse, over a weekend trip or during “Date Night” away from the kids, is beneficial for children as well as for married couples. It’s so easy to get bogged down with various aspects of daily living that we may find the fire and romance in marriage once enjoyed, before the kids came along, begins to slip away from us.

10. Please set a good example for me to follow in all the ways of life. I enjoy watching the things you do and want to do them just like you do.

The old saying, “Children learn what they live” couldn’t be more true, so make sure as parents that the attitude ans behaviors children learn are the ones you really want your children to exhibit in their lives.

STOP ACTA !!!!!!

2012-02-25T09:49:00.002+02:00

Parlamentari polonezi manifestând anti - ACTA - De ce mereu ei sunt altfel ? Vorbesc de polonezi.

LETTERS TO GOD WRITTEN BY CHILDREN

2012-02-24T05:19:00.000+02:00

Kids truly say the most endearing things. Here are some actual letters from children addressed to God.

1) Dear God,

    Please put another holiday between Christmas and Easter. There is nothing good in there now. (Ginny -age 7)

2) Dear God

    You don't have to worry about me. I always look both ways. (Dean - age6)

3) Dear God

    Instead of letting people die and having to make new ones why don't you just keep the ones you got now ? (Jane - age 8)

4) Dear God

    I am American. What are you ? (Robert - age 6)

5) Dear God

    If you watch in Church on Sunday I will show you my new shoes. (Elisa - age 7)

6) Dear God

    If you give me a genie lamp like Alladin I will give you anything you want except my money or my chess set. (Raphael - age 8)

7) Dear God

   Did you mean for giraffe to look like that or was it an accident (Norma - age 5)

8) Dear God

    If you let the dinosaurs not extinct we would not have a country. You did the right thing. (Jonathan - age 6)

9) Dear God

   I bet it is very hard for you to love all of everybody in the world. There are only 4 people in our family and I can never do it. (Stevie - age 7)

10) Dear God,

      I went to this wedding and they kissed right in church. Is that OK ? (Amanda - age 5)

11) Dear God

      We read in School the Thomas Edison made light, but in Sunday School they said you did it. So I bet he stole your idea. Sincerely Donna (age 8)

12) Dear God

      Maybe Cain and Abel would not kill each other so much if they had their own rooms. It works with my brother. (Larry - age 7)

13) Dear God

      Please send Dennis Clark to a different camp this year.(Peter -age 6)

14) Dar God

      I think about you sometimes even when I'm not praying. (Diana- age 7)

15) Dear God

      I keep waiting for Spring but it never come yet. Don't forget please.
      (Mark - age7)

16) Dear God

      If we come back as something please don't let me be Jennifer Horton because I hate her. (Denise - age 8)

17) Dear God

      Thank you for the baby brother but what I prayed for was a puppy. (Joyce - age 6)

18) Dear God

Why do we talk to You if You don't talk back to us ? (Andrew - age 8)

19) Dear God

   What does it mean You are Jealous God ? I thought You had everything. (Jane - age 7).

20) Dear God

Who draws the lines around the countries ? (David - age 8)

21) Dear God

   Are you really invisible or is that just a trick ? (Lucy - age 6)

22) Dear God

Please send me a pony. I never asked for anything before, you can look it up. (Louise - age 5)

23 Dear God

   Did you really mean "do unto others as they do unto you" ? Because if you did, then I'm going to fix my brother ! (Darla - age 7)

24) Dear God

In school they told us what You do. Who does it when you are in vacation ? ( Charles - age 6)

25) Dear God

It rained for our whole vacation and is my father mad ! He said some things about You that people are not supposed to say, but I hope You will not hurt him anyway. Your friend (But I am not going to tell you who I am ).

BEAUTIFUL IMAGES - WOMEN

2012-02-24T02:40:00.000+02:00

YOU ARE UNIQUE - inspirational

2012-02-23T23:54:00.000+02:00

Think what a remarkable, unduplicatable, and miraculous thing it is to be you! Of all the people who have come and gone on the earth, since the beginning of time, not ONE of them is like YOU !

No one who has ever lived or is to come has had your combination of abilities, talents, appearance, friends, acquaintances, burdens, sorrows and opportunities.

No one’s hair grows exactly the way yours does. No one’s finger prints are like yours. No one has the same combination of secret inside jokes and family expressions that you know.

The few people who laugh at all the same things you do, don’t sneeze the way you do. No one prays about exactly the same concerns as you do. No one is loved by the same combination of people that love you – NO ONE !

No one before, no one to come. YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY UNIQUE !

Enjoy that uniqueness. You do not have to pretend in order to seem more like someone else. You weren’t meant to be like someone else. You do not have to lie to conceal the parts of you that are not like what you see in anyone else.

You were meant to be different. Nowhere ever in all of history will the same things be going on in anyone’s mind, soul and spirit as are going on in yours right now.

If you did not exist, there would be a hole in creation, a gap in history, something missing from the plan for humankind.

Treasure your uniqueness. It is a gift given only to you. Enjoy it and share it !

No one can reach out to others in the same way that you can. No one can speak your words. No one can convey your meanings. No one can comfort with your kind of comfort. No one can bring your kind of understanding to another person.

No one can be cheerful and lighthearted and joyous in your way. No one can smile your smile. No one else can bring the whole unique impact of you to another human being.

Share your uniqueness. Let it be free to flow out among your family and friends and people you meet in the rush and clutter of living wherever you are. That gift of yourself was given you to enjoy and share. Give yourself away !

See it ! Receive it ! Let it tickle you ! Let it inform you and nudge you and inspire you! YOU ARE UNIQUE !

ILLUSTRATOR TATYANA DORONIN

2012-02-22T23:40:00.000+02:00

BEAUTIFUL LADIES - GIF

2012-02-18T21:42:00.000+02:00

GEORGE COȘBUC (Romanian poet) - POEMS

2012-02-17T20:27:00.000+02:00

THREE, MIGHTY GOD,
ALL THREE

He had three sons and they, all three,
When called, for the encampment left;
So the poor father was bereft
Of rest and peace, for war, thought he.
Is hard - one has no time to feel
That one has ceased to be.

And many months went in and out,
And rife with tidings was the world:
No more were Turkish flags unfurled,
The Moslems had been put to rout,
For the unscarred Romanian lads
Full well had fought throughout.

The papers wrote that all the men
That had been called the spring before
Were due to quit the site of war;
So to the village came again
Now one, and now another yet
Of those who had left then.

But they were long in coming, they.
He wept - he thought how they would meet,
So at the gate or in the street
He scrutinized the roads all day,
And they came not. And fear was born
And lengthened the delay.

His ardent hope waned more and more
And ever bleaker grew his fear;
And though he questioned far and near,
All shrugged their shoulders as before;
At last, then, he went to the barracks
To learn what was in store.

The corporal met him. "Sir, my son.
My Radu, well - how does he fare ?"
He did for all his children care,
But Radu was the dearest one.
"He's dead. In the first ranks, at Plevna
He fell. And well he's done !"

Poor man... That Radu was in dust
He had long felt, and felt past cure;
But now, when he did know for sure,
He stood bewildered and nonplussed.
Dead Radu ? What ? The news exceeded
All human sense and trust.

Be curst, o, fiendish arm and man !
"And how is George ?" "Sir, I'm afraid
Under a cross he has been laid,
Breast-smitten by a yataghan."
"And my poor Mircea ?" "Mircea, too,
Died somewhere near Smârdan."

He said no word - dumb with the doom,
With forehead bent, like, on the cross,
A Christ, he looked, all at a loss
At the mute flooring of the room.
He seemed he saw in front of him
Three corpses in a tomb.

With feeble gait and dizzy eyes
He walks into the open air;
While groaning, stumbling on the stair,
He calls his boys by name and cries
And fumbling for some wall around
To stand upright he tries.

The blow he hardly can withstand;
He does not know if he is dead
Or still alive; he rests his head
Upon a bank of burning sand;
His long, emaciated face
He buries in his hand.

And so the man sat woe-begone.
It was midsummer and mid-day;
Yet soon the sun faded away
And lastly it was set and gone;
The human wreck would never budge;
He just stood on and on.

Past him, men, women walked care-free,
Cabs on the highroad rumbled by,
Past marched the soldiers with steps high,
And then, the moment he could see,
He pressed his temples with his fists:
"Three, mighty God, all three !";

DECEBAL TO HIS PEOPLE

This life is a lost boon if you
Don't live it as you wanted to !
Much would a warlike, ruthless foe
Enslave us all! Our birth, we know,
Was woe enough; would you get through
Another dreadful woe ?

Death, even for a godlike scion,
Is a hard law, as hard as iron!
It is all one to breathe one's last
A lad or an old man bypast,
But not the same to die a lion
Or a poor dog chained fast.

What if you fight in the first line,
What if by great exploits you shine ?
A grumbler cannot better be
Than those who fear to fight and flee!
To murmur is to have no spine
And make a bootless plea!

Like dead men, cowards will keep still !
The living - let them laugh at will!
The really good ones laugh and die.
Hold, therefore, heroes, your brows high
And let your lusty cheering fill
Both hell and earth and sky !

Blood may in floods and torrents flow,
The arm assail with spear and blow,
When the fierce enemies are dead!
Well, you may think yourself Godhead,
When you but laugh at what the foe
Does more than all else dread.

They're Romans, we know that. So what ?
Where they not Romans but our god,
Zamolxes, with his creatures, still
We would, sure, ask them what they will -
They won't get of our land a jot:
They have their skies to fill !

Now, men, to sword and shield and horn!
'Twas bad enough that we were born;
But he is free to go whose fright
Makes him too dastardly to fight,
And if there is someone foresworn,
Let him avoid our sight !

What I have told you is enow !
You swore on shields your oath of love
For Dacia! Might resides in you
And in the gods! But, heroes, know
That they, the gods, are far above,
Our foes - at a stone's throw !

HOW TO KNOW IF SHE LOVES YOU ?

2012-02-15T04:52:00.002+02:00

How to Know if She Loves You?

Today, guys find it more difficult to know whether the girl whom they are dating or with whom they are seriously in love shares the same feeling for him or not. Now-a-days, girls have made it trend to flirt out with guys openly. In case your girl too is putting you in a confusing state of “she does” or “she does not” then here are some tips to figure out whether she really loves you or she is just being nice to you.

Signs to Know She Loves You

Given below are some ways to know if she likes you and want to carry on a long-term relation with you:

If she cares for you and always take interest in your activities then she truly loves you.
If you come to know from her family and friends that she often brags about you shows her love for you.
If a girl tries to get closer to you by touching your hands, shoulders or cheeks means she likes you.
If she keeps staring you when the conversation is on depicts that she likes you and want to say something but is shy of that.
When a girl blushes on your talks and keep praising you in front of your friends then she loves you.
When a girl does not respond to the messages or calls given by you it means she is trying to avoid you.
If she doesn't want to declare it in public or make some excuses when caught by your close friend in public by saying, “ he's my friend”, shows her disinterest in you.
If she never praises you and keeps counting flaws in you means she's trying to dissolve the relation by taking these flaws as the base.
A girl is deeply in love with a guy is she accepts his family no matter how they are.
When she talks to you very nicely after a long time means she is in need of you and is talking to you merely for your company as she has no other solution.
If she always encourage and motivate you to go ahead with your plans then she is an ideal lover and is sincerely attached with what you want from your life.
If she wants to spend some time with you and want to help you out in every project or assignment means her love for you.

VICTORIAN VALENTINE

2012-02-14T17:55:00.002+02:00

VALENTINE'S DAY - gif - PART 2

2012-02-14T05:14:00.002+02:00

VALENTINE'S DAY

2012-02-13T14:09:00.002+02:00

BEAUTIFUL IMAGES - GIF - SCRAPS

2012-02-13T01:33:00.000+02:00

For more

http://annadesing.ucoz.ru/publ/skrap_nabory/zolotoj_anturazh/3-1-0-69

IN MEMORY OF WHITNEY HOUSTON - August 9,1963 - February 11,2012

2012-02-12T10:45:00.001+02:00

I'm Every Woman - Lyrics

Songwriters: SIMPSON, VALERIE / ASHFORD, NICKOLAS

Whatever you want
Whatever you need
Anything you want done baby
I do it naturally
'Cause I'm every woman (Every woman)
It's all in me
It's all in me
Yeah

I'm every woman
It's all in me
Anything you want done baby
I do it naturally

I'm every woman
It's all in me
I can read your thoughts right now
Every woman, whoever made ya say...
Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa (oh) whoa (oh) whoa

I can cast a spell
See, but you can't tell
Mix a special groove
Put fire inside of you
Anytime you feel danger or fear
Then instantly
I will appear
Yeah oh

I'm every woman
It's all in me
Anything you want done baby
I do it naturally
Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa

I can set your knees
like playing unto the seas
I can make a rhyme of confusion in your mind
And when it comes down to some little flash of love
I got it, I got it
I got it, got it, baby baby

I'm every woman
It's all in me
Anything you want done baby
I do it naturally

I'm every woman
It's all in me
I can read your thoughts right now
Every woman, whoever made ya say...
Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa

I ain't braggin'
'Cause I'm the one
Just ask me
Oh, it shall be done
And don't bother
to compare
I've got it

Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa
Ahhhhh

I'm every woman
I'm every woman
I'm every woman
I'm every woman

I'm every woman
I'm every woman
I'm every woman
I'm every woman

I'm every woman (Chaka)
I'm every woman (Chaka)
I'm every woman (Ha ha ha)
I'm every woman (Come on girl)

WISHING YOU A SPLENDID WEEKEND....

2012-02-11T08:02:00.002+02:00

WOMEN - BEAUTIFUL IMAGES - GIF

2012-02-10T19:21:00.001+02:00

MAKING YOURSELF MANICURE AT HOME

2012-02-09T21:30:00.000+02:00

Dreaming of a beautiful manicure? No time to go to a beauty salon? Leave your dreams for later. Let us then we are the real deal.

At the end of our simple manipulation of the nails will look like this:

If you are satisfied with the proposed concept, then it's time to start. In the list of instruments appear: a mug with water, a few paint colors and the usual toothpick. That is, in general, and all.

Cover nails foundation of our future masterpiece. By the time of follow-handling framework should have a good dry.

Then turn our gaze to standing on the table a cup of water. Drips back a little bit of color varnish.

Up first drop gently "put" the second, following the chosen colors.

Stir with a toothpick.

Immerse our nails, which, we recall, the foundation has to be dry, in water. Toothpick stir the water around your finger.

Retrieve your finger out of the cup and remove unnecessary divorce means for nail polish remover.

We perform all the same to the other nails.
NB .: As paint is to choose a brand worth our attention. Others such as water treatment and can not survive.

JOKES

2012-02-09T05:38:00.000+02:00

Bill: Well, what did she say when you proposed to her ?
Jim : I didn't propose. Before I got a chance she told me she loved Emerson, Longfellow and Poe, and what chance did I have with a girl who is in love with three other fellows ?

"Will you make Junior behave", shouted Father Kangaroo to his wife."The way he keeps jumping out of your pouch every second is driving me out of my mind !"
"Well, it isn't his fault, poor dear," said Mama."He has the hiccups".

A Scottish girl was met by an old friend who said he was sorry to hear of her father's death. He said he would like to know what were her father's last words.
"My father had no last words", said the girl, "my mother was with him till the end !"

"I shall now illustrate what I have in mind", said the professor as he erased the board.

Artist: "Now, here's a picture I've just finished - one of my best, too ! When I started out I had no idea what it was going to be."
Friend: "After you got through, how did you find out what it was ?"

A man walked into a tavern with a huge, yellow dog attached to a cord and sat down at a table. Another man, leading a ferocious looking bulldog challenged him:
"What are you doing with a cur like that ?"
The first man answered quietly:
"I bet you five hundred dollars that my "cur" can kill your buldog".
The bet was made and the yellow dog made mincemeat of the buldog in about two minutes.
The bartender asked respectfully: "Where did that yellow dog come from ?"
Its owner explained:
"A friend sent him to me from Africa. All I had to do was cut off his mane and tail !"

Professor: "You can't sleep in my class !"
Student: If you didn't talk so loud I could !"

Item in the London Times:" The Clairvoyant Society will not have its meeting this week due to unforeseen circumstances."

A reporter, interviewing a man who had reached his 99th birthday, said:
"I certainly hope I can come back next year and see you reach 100."
"Can't see why not, young feller," the old-timer replied,"You look healthy enough to me."

PORCELAIN "FRANZ"

2012-02-08T16:51:00.003+02:00

Franz Chen, left, CEO of Taiwanese porcelain manufacturer Franz Collection Inc., holds a plate with American tennis great Andre Agassi after winning an auction.

FRANCIS CHEN
Artist and Entrepreneur
Founder of Franz Collection Inc.

Francis Chen, founder and president of Franz Collection Inc., is recognized worldwide as a successful artist and entrepreneur. Following his vision to revive the Chinese porcelain art, Chen - who majored in German Literature while attending university and was given the German name "Franz" by his professor - adopted his college nickname and created his own collection of fine porcelain tabletop and decorative accents. His products can now be found in a variety of locations across United States, Canada, Asia, Europe, UK, Australia, and New Zealand.

Since creating Franz in June 2002, Chen has made substantial investments in R&D and production facilities, and his team of talented artists is now recognized in the global market. Chen's operations include sculpting and design centers in China, Taiwan, Europe and the United States, as well as more than 4,000 stores in markets around the world.

Franz's design studio and operation headquarters are located in Taiwan, helping the country establish a reputation as a producer of fine porcelain. Chen has managed to maintain his competitive edge by focusing on creating unique and functional home accessories and gifts. This marketing strategy has been strongly supported by the Taiwan government, as it has brought recognition to the country and has helped support the creative industries that the government has been promoting.

Collection "Poppy"

Collection ”Firebird”

Collection !Chinese Rose”

Collection ”Ladybug”

Collection ”Elephant”

Collection ”Girafe”

Сollection ”Lotus”

Collection ”Butterfly”

CHAO SUN
Art Consultant

Chao Sun, legendary ceramic artist and Art Consultant for Franz Collection Inc., has devoted more than 30 years to researching ancient glazing techniques.

Sun was a key influencer in the launch of Franz Porcelain, and played an important role in how Francis Chen, founder and president of Franz Collection Inc., drove the direction of the company. Demonstrating an understanding of the possibilities of porcelain, he conducted systematic research into the techniques of ceramic glazes and firings applied throughout the Chinese dynasties, and then applied modern techniques suitable for today's market.

While researching new glazes and techniques to improve the aesthetics of chinaware, Sun's expertise also has influenced the artistic cultivation of the company's output both in form and context, and his sharp instincts have guided the distinguished style of Franz porcelain.

With a decade-long tenure at the National Palace Museum in Taiwan, which houses ancient ceramics of the Chinese emperors, Sun's own designs are highly acclaimed and have been purchased to supplement collections in distinguished museums including London's British Museum and Victoria and Albert Museum.

His work has also gained attention in other prestigious museums all over the world, including the German Staatliche Museen Kassel and Uebersee Museum Bremen, which held individual exhibitions of Sun's work. The most famous ceramic museum in North America - Everson Museum of Art in Syracuse, New York - also collects his works.

Brief Story about Chih-Kun (James) Tsai

I am Chih-Kun Tsai, an artist of Franz Collection, Taiwan. I was born here. Since my childhood, “art” has always been my favorite. There’re so many beautiful and lovely things in this world, and I truly believe that art is the new face from imitating all existence of Mother Nature with Creator’s intellection, creation, and design.

I majored in sculpture in National Taiwan University of Art, and experimented with various media including copper, brass, stone, wood, metal welding and plastic arts. Sketching and water coloring are also my specialties. I enjoy doing art-related activities, such as visiting museums and galleries. Admiring all kinds of exhibitions, visiting other artists, and reading have broadened my mind, enriched my knowledge, and enlightened my inspiration.

JOHANN WOLFGANG von GOETHE - QUOTES

2012-02-06T01:09:00.000+02:00

What is important in life is life, and not the result of life.

We are never deceived; we deceive ourselves.

There is no past that we can bring back by longing for it. There is only an eternally new now that builds and creates itself out of the Best as the past withdraws.

It is easier to perceive error than to find truth, for the former lies on the surface and is easily seen, while the latter lies in the depth, where few are willing to search for it.

Life belongs to the living, and he who lives must be prepared for changes.

We cannot fashion our children after our desires, we must have them and love them as God has given them to us.

Take care of your body with steadfast fidelity. The soul must see through these eyes alone, and if they are dim, the whole world is clouded.

The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers and cities; but to know someone who thinks and feels with us, and who, though distant is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.

Life is the childhood of our immortality.

That is the true season of love; when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved as much before, and that no one will ever love in the same way again.

When a wife has a good husband it is easily seen in her face.

As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.

Behavior is the mirror in which everyone shows their image

Beauty is a primeval phenomenon, which itself never makes its appearance, but the reflection of which is visible in a thousand different utterances of the creative mind, and is as various as nature herself.

Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men.

If you want a wise answer, ask a reasonable question.

He who does not think much of himself is much more esteemed than he imagines.

All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own.

Progress has not followed a straight ascending line, but a spiral with rhythms of progress and retrogression, of evolution and dissolution.

Happiness is a ball after which we run wherever it rolls, and we push it with our feet when it stops.

He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.

Nothing is more terrible than to see ignorance in action.

The intelligent man finds almost everything ridiculous, the sensible man hardly anything.

Thinking is easy, acting is difficult, and to put one's thoughts into action is the most difficult thing in the world.

No one would talk much in society if they knew how often they misunderstood others.

Character is formed in the stormy billows of the world.

The Christian religion, though scattered and abroad will in the end gather itself together at the foot of the cross.

Rest not. Life is sweeping by; go and dare before you die. Something mighty and sublime, leave behind to conquer time.

ANGELS and FAIRIES and FANTASTIC CHARACTERS

2012-02-05T23:04:00.000+02:00

ANGELS - Author Unknown

2012-02-04T00:53:00.001+02:00

Barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by. She never tried to speak, she never said a word. Many people passed, but never did one person stop.

Just so happens the next day I decided to go back to the park, curious if the little girl would still be there.

Right in the very spot as she was yesterday she sat perched on high, with the saddest look in her eyes. Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl.

As we all know a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play.

As I began walking towards her I could see the back of the little girl’s dress indicated a deformity. I figured that was the reason the people just passed by and made no effort to help.

As I got closer, the little girl slightly lowered her eyes to avoid my intent stare. I could see the shape of her back more clearly. It was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form. I smiled to let her know it was ok, I was there to help, to talk.

I sat down beside her and opened with a simple Hello. The little girl acted shocked and stammered a hi after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back. We talked ’til darkness fell and the park was completely empty.

Everyone was gone and we were alone. I asked the girl why she was so sad. The little girl looked at me and with a sad face said “Because I’m different.”

I immediately said “that you are!” and smiled. The little girl acted even sadder, she said, “I know.” “Little girl,” I said, “you remind me of an angel, she stood to her feet, and said, “Really?”

“Yes, ma’am, you’re like a little guardian angel sent to watch over all those people walking by.” She nodded her head yes and smiled, and with that she spread her wings and said with a twinkle in her eye, “I am.” I was speechless, sure I was seeing things. She said, “And since you thought of someone other than yourself, my job here is done.”

Immediately I stood to my feet and said, “Wait, so why did no one stop to help an angel?” She looked at me and smiled, “You’re the only one who could see me, and you believe it in your heart.” And She was gone. And with that my life was changed dramatically.

So, when you think you’re all you have, remember, there is an angel always watching over you.

Everyone of your friends is an angel in their own.

ANTONIO PAOLETTI and his wonderful paintings - 1834 / 1912

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BRONZE STATUETTE - Antiques 18 - 19 centuries.

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Bronze statuette (partly gilded or silvered, with carved ivory )

BEAUTIFUL WOMEN - IMAGES

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RAYMOND CAMPBELL and his beautiful paintings

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This is not a small Dutch - look at the years marked on the bottles. This - our contemporary English painter Raymond Campbell (born 1959).

He is extremely unusual artist. All his life he painted only one - the wine. Still life with wine in style and technique of small Dutch.

Say definitely what he is given more passion - wine or a painting - not even himself. He - a real connoisseur, and collector of fine wines in the world.

Already by the age of twenty, he tasted the taste of great French wines, thirty-five - was frequented wine auctions, and to fifty - had to fill his own wine cellar the best vintages of Bordeaux, Burgundy and Rhone.

I must say that it is quite common for the British, they were the first to appreciate the taste of French wines, and the first wine auction, so now rampant throughout, carried out in England.

London is the first and largest center in the world wine trade - the main focus here wine funds, stock exchanges and auktsionnnye home. Not surprisingly, the collectors of wine most Englishmen.

COLLECTION OF JAPANESE DOLLS

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HUMOR

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Accident Reports

Accident insurance claim forms ask for a brief statement about how the accident happened. The combination of the finger pointing instinct and the small spaces provided on the forms can lead to some curiously phrased explanations.

Car Accidents:

"A pedestrian hit me and went under my car."
"The other car collided with mine without giving warning of its intention."
"I had been learning to drive with power steering. I turned the wheel to what I thought was enough and found myself in a different direction going the opposite way."
"Coming home, I drove into the wrong house and collided with a tree I don't have."
"I thought my window was down; but found it was up when I put my hand through it."
"No one was to blame for the accident, but it never would have happened if the other driver had been alert."
"The pedestrian had no idea which direction to go, so I ran over him."
"I saw the slow-moving, sad-faced old gentleman as he bounced off the hood of my car."
"I had been driving for 40 years when I fell asleep at the wheel and had an accident."
"I was taking my canary to the hospital. It got loose in the car and flew out the window. The next thing I saw was his rear end, and there was a crash."
"I was backing my car out of the driveway in the usual manner when it was struck by the other car in the same place where it had been struck several times before."
"The indirect cause of this accident was a little guy in a small car with a big mouth."
"The accident happened when the right door of a car came around the corner without giving a signal."
"I was thrown from my car as it left the road. I was later found in a ditch by some stray cows."
"I had been shopping for plants all day and was on my way home. As I reached an intersection, a hedge sprung up, obscuring my vision."
"I was on the way to the doctor with rear end trouble when my universal joint gave way causing me to have an accident."
"I was sure the old fellow would never make it to the other side of the road when I struck him."
"I told the police that I was not injured, but on removing my hat, I found that I had a fractured skull."
"My wench slipped, losing my balance, and I hurt my back."
"I was unable to stop in time, and my car crashed into the other vehicle. The driver and passengers then left immediately for a vacation with injuries."
"To avoid hitting the bumper of the car in front, I struck the pedestrian."
"The accident occurred when I was attempting to bring my car out of a skid by steering it into the other vehicle."
"When I could not avoid a collision, I stepped on the gas and crashed into the other car."
"I collided with a stationary truck coming the other way."
"In my attempt to kill a fly, I drove into a telephone pole."
"My car was legally parked as it backed into the other vehicle."
"As I approached the intersection, a stop sign suddenly appeared in a place where no stop sign had ever appeared before. I was unable to stop in time to avoid the accident."
"The telephone pole was approaching fast. I was attempting to swerve out of its path when it struck my front end."
"A truck backed though my windshield and into my wife's face."
"I pulled away from the side of the road, glanced at my mother-in-law, and headed over the embankment."
"The guy was all over the road. I had to swerve a number of times before I hit him."
"An invisible car came out of nowhere, struck my vehicle, and vanished."

Insurance Form Anecdotes:

In France, not very long ago, the forms used for notifying insurers of accident, illness, or pregnancy were based on the same mold. Consequently, expectant mothers were asked, "Was the accident caused by some third party?" Invariably, the answer was, "No, only by my husband."

”REVIVED” PHOTOS

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FLOWERS - GIF

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OLEG SHUPLYAK - PAINTINGS WITH A DOUBLE MEANING

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BORGES ABOUT....THE RESIGNATION OF BEING BORGES

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I was unhappy during my adolescence, but the truth is that I wanted to be unhappy. I wanted to be a Prince Hamlet, a Raskolnikov, I even wanted to be a Werther, and possibly did become one, but now I realize that I was acting a bit, as young romantics act, as do all "angry young men." These are romantic games, vain, and I would say unimportant. Now I don't know whether I feel resigned or not, but I feel relatively happy. Perhaps because now I am more or less who I am. I know my limits. I know there are many things that I should not try to do, I believe I know what I should write, or rather what I can write. When I was young I knew that I was going to be a writer. At the same time I felt limited and didn't know what kind of writer I was going to be.

Oscar Wilde's 1888 story The Happy Prince is about a metal statue who befriends a bird. At the age of nine,Jorge Luis Borges translated it into Spanish. By 12 he was reading Hamlet, by 15 he wanted, as he says above, to become the Prince of Denmark. Due to a genetic disease, Borges was totally blind by his fifties, but although he could no longer himself read, he continued his writing. His mother was his personal secretary for most of his life, and before her death at the age of 99 she twice attempted to marry off her blind son to a woman who would take care of him. Was he the metal statue, or the bird? Borges gave one of his most extensive interviews to the short story writer Richard Birgin although some questions from his other interviews are also included in the transcript that follows.

Q: Was there ever a time when you didn't love literature?

JORGE LUIS BORGES: No, I always knew. I always thought of myself as a writer, even before I wrote a book. Let me say that even when I had written nothing, I knew that I would. I do not think of myself as a good writer but I knew that my destiny or fate was a literary one, no? I never thought of myself as being anything else.

Q: You never thought about taking up any career? I mean, your father was a lawyer.

JLB: Yes. But after all, he had tried to be a literary man and failed. He wrote some very nice sonnets. But he thought that I should fulfill that destiny, no? And he told me not to rush into print.

Q: But you were published when you were pretty young. About twenty.

JLB: Yes, I know, but he said to me, "You don't have to be in a hurry. You write, you go over what you've written, you destroy, you take your time. What's important is that when you publish something you should think of it as being pretty good, or at least the best you can do."

with Italo Calvino

Q: When did you begin writing?

JLB: I began when I was a little boy. I wrote an English handbook ten pages long on Greek mythology, in very clumsy English. That was the first thing I ever wrote.

Q: You mean "original mythology" or a translation?

JLB: No, no, no, no, no. It was just saying, for example, well, "Hercules attempted twelve labors" or "Hercules killed the Nemean Lion ”

Q: So you must have been reading those books when you were very young.

JLB: Yes, of course. I'm very fond of mythology. Well, it was nothing, it was just a, it must have been some fifteen pages long... with the story of the Golden Fleece and the Labyrinth and Hercules, he was my favorite, and then something about the loves of the gods, and the tale of Troy. That was the first thing I ever wrote. I remember it was written in a very short and crabbed handwriting because I was very short-sighted. That's all I can tell you about it. In fact, I think my mother kept a copy for some time, but as we've traveled all over the world, the copy got lost, which is as it should be, of course, because we thought nothing whatever about it, except for the fact that it was being written by a small boy. And then I read a chapter or two of Don Quixote, and then, of course, I tried to write archaic Spanish. And that saved me from trying to do the same thing some fifteen years afterwards, no? Because I had already attempted that game and failed at it.

Q: Do you remember much from your childhood?

JLB: You see, I was always very short-sighted, so when I think of my childhood, I think of books and the illustrations in books. I suppose I can remember every illustration in Huckleberry Finn and Life on the Mississippi and Roughing It and so on. And the illustrations in the Arabian Nights. And Dickens -Cruikshank and Fisk illustrations. Of course, well, I also have memories of being back in the country, of riding horseback in Estancia and Uruguay in the Argentine. I remember my parents and the house with the large patio and so on. But what I chiefly seem to remember are small and minute things. Because those were the ones that I could really see. The illustrations in the encyclopedia and the dictionary, I remember them quite well. Chambers Encyclopedia or the American edition of the Encyclopaedia Britannica with the engravings of animals and pyramids.

Q: So you remember the books of your childhood better than the people.

JLB: Yes, because I could see them.

Q: Have you corresponded much with other writers?

JLB: No.

Q: I didn't think you had. You've been more solitary.

JLB: And besides, I'm a very poor letter writer. For example, I'm awfully fond of my mother. I love her. I'm always thinking about her. And, of course, I have to dictate my letters. But even when, for example, while I am away from her, I always send her very trivial letters. Because somehow I feel that she knows what I am feeling and that I have no need to say anything, that I can just be trivial and cheerful and commonplace and that she will know exactly how I am feeling. So that the letters I send her - sometimes they are even postcards to help me out - I suppose they are quite meaningless to anybody else, and yet there is a kind of secret writing between us, although we've never spoken about it. She knows me and I know her. I think that I might spend six months without a letter from her and if I knew that she was well, I wouldn't be worried about it. And she would feel much the same way about me. Of course, I might be worried because she might be ailing or something might have happened to her. But if I know from all sources that she's getting on, I don't have to worry about what she says, and she doesn't have to worry about what I say.

Q: She must be a remarkable woman.

JLB: She is a remarkable woman. She was in prison in Peron's time. My sister also.

Q: You noticed something very interesting about Don Quixote. That he never does kill a man in all his adventures, even though he often engages in fights.

JLB: Ah yes! I wonder about that.

Q: And then you wrote that parable.

JLB: Well, I suppose the real reason or the obvious reason would be that Cervantes wanted to keep within the limits of farce and had he killed a man, then the book, then that would have been too real, no? Don't you think so? I mean if Quixote kills a man, then he somehow is a real, bad man, whether he feels himself justified or not. I don't think Cervantes wanted to go as far as all that, no? He wanted to keep his book within certain bounds, and had Don Quixote killed a man that would have done Cervantes no good.

Q: Also, there's the idea you've mentioned that the author at some time in the book becomes a main character. So perhaps Cervantes couldn't bear to kill a man himself, if he became Don Quixote.

JLB: Yes, yet I suppose he must have killed many in his life, as a soldier. But that's different, no? Because if a soldier kills a man, he kills him impersonally, no? Don't you think so? I mean if you kill a man as a soldier you don't really kill him. You're merely a tool. Or somebody else kills him through you or, well, you don't have to accept any responsibility. I don't think a soldier feels guilty about the people he's killed, no? Except the men who threw the bomb on Hiroshima.

Q: Well, some of them have gone insane, some of those people who were involved with the bomb.

JLB: Yes, but somehow, now I suppose you are, I shouldn't say this to you, I'll be blurting it out.

Q: Well, say it.

JLB: I can't think of Hiroshima as being worse than any battle.

Q: What do you mean?

JLB: It ended the war in a day. And the fact that many people are killed is the same fact that one man is killed. Because every man dies his own death and he would have died it anyhow. Then, well, of course, one hardly knows all the people who were killed in Hiroshima. After all, Japan was in favor of violence, of empire, of fighting, of being very cruel; they were not early Christians or anything of the kind. In fact, had they had the bomb, they would have done the same thing to America.

Hold it, I know that I shouldn't be saying these things because they make me seem very callous. But somehow I have never been able to feel that way about Hiroshima. Perhaps something new is happening to mankind, but I think that if you accept war, well I should say this, but if you accept war, you have to accept cruelty. And you have to accept slaughter and bloodshed and that kind of thing. And after all, to be killed by a rifle, or to be killed by a stone thrown at you, or by somebody thrusting a knife into you, is essentially the same. Hiroshima stands out, because many innocent people were involved and because the whole thing was packed into a single moment.

with J.G. Ballard in 1972

Q: Had you read much before you started to write or did your writing and reading develop together?

JLB: I've always been a greater reader than writer. But, of course, I began to lose my eyesight definitely in 1954, and since then I've done my reading by proxy, no? Well, of course, when one cannot read, then one's mind works in a different way. In fact, it might be said that there is a certain benefit in being unable to read, because you think that time flows in a different way. In fact, it might be said that there is a certain benefit in being unable to read, because you think that time flows in a different way. When I had my eyesight, then if I had to spend say half an hour without doing anything, I would go mad. Because I had to be reading. But now, I can be alone for quite a long time, I don't mind long railroad journeys, I don't mind being alone in a hotel or walking down the street, because, well, I wouldn't say that I am thinking all the time because that would be bragging.

I think I am able to live with a lack of occupation. I didn't have to be talking to people or doing things. If somebody had gone out, and I had come here and found the house empty, then I would have been quite content to sit down and let two or three hours pass and go out for a short walk, but I wouldn't feel especially unhappy or lonely. That happens to all people who go blind.

Q: What are you thinking about during that time - a specific problem or -

JLB: I could or I might not be thinking about anything. I'd just be living on, no? Letting time flow or perhaps looking back on memories or walking across a bridge and trying to remember favorite passages, but maybe I wouldn't be doing anything, I'd just be living. I never understand why people say they're bored because they have nothing to do. Because sometimes I have nothing do, and I don't feel bored. Because I'm not doing things all the time, I'm content.

Q: You've never felt bored in your life?

JLB: I don't think so. Of course, when I had to be ten days lying on my back after an operation, I felt anguish but not boredom.

Q: You're a metaphysical writer and yet so many writers like, for example, Jane Austen or Fitzgerald or Sinclair Lewis seem to have no real metaphysical feeling at all.

JLB: When you speak of Fitzgerald, you're thinking of Edward Fitzgerald, no? Or Scott Fitzgerald ?

Q: Yes, the latter.

JLB: Ah, yes.

Q: I was just naming a writer who came to mind as having essentially no metaphysical feeling.

JLB: He was always on the surface of things, no? After all, why shouldn't you, no?

Q: Of course most people live and die without ever, it seems, really thinking about the problems of time or space or infinity.

JLB: Well, because they take the universe for granted. They take things for granted. They take themselves for granted. That's true. They never wonder at anything, no? They don't think it's strange that they should be living. I remember the first time I felt that was when my father said to me, "What a queer thing," he said, "that I should be living, as they say, behind my eyes, inside my head, I wonder if that makes sense?" And then, it was the first time I felt that, and then instantly I pounced upon that because I knew what he was saying. But many people can hardly understand that. And they say, " Well, but where else could you live?"

Q: Do you think there's something in people's minds that blocks out the sense of the miraculous, something maybe inherent in most human beings that doesn't allow them to think about these things? Because, after all, if they spent their time thinking about the miracle of the universe, they wouldn't do the work civilization depends on and nothing, perhaps, would get done.

JLB: But I think that today too many things get done.

Q: Yes, of course.

JLB: Sarmiento wrote that he once met a gaucho and the gaucho said to him, "The countryside is so lovely that I don't want to think about its cause." That's very strange, no? It's kind of a non sequitor, no? Because he should have begun to think about the cause of that beauty. But I suppose he meant that he drank all those things in, and he felt quite happy about them and he had no use for thinking. But generally speaking, I think men are more prone to metaphysical wondering than women. I think that women take the world for granted. Things for granted. And themselves, no? And circumstances for granted. I think circumstances especially.

Q: They confront each moment as a separate entity without thinking about all the circumstances that lead up to it.

JLB: No, because they think of...

Q: They take things one at a time.

JLB: Yes, they take them one at a time, and then they're afraid of cutting a poor figure, or they think of themselves as being actresses, no? The whole world looking at them and, of course, admiring them.

Q: They do seem to be more self-conscious than men on the whole. Your writing always, from the first, had its source in other books?

JLB: Yes, that's true. Well, because I think of reading a book as no less an experience than traveling or falling in love. I think that reading Berkeley or Shaw or Emerson, those are quite as real experiences to me as seeing London, for example. Of course, I saw London through Dickens and through Chesterton and through Stevenson, no? Many people are apt to think of real life on the one side, that means toothache, headache, traveling and so on, and then you have on the other side, you have imaginary life and fancy and that means the arts. But I don't think that the distinction holds water. I think that everything is a part of life. For example, today I was telling my wife, I have traveled, well I won't say all over the world, but all over the west, no? And yet I find that I have written poems on rather drab street corners. And I have never written poems on a great subject, I mean on a famous subject. For example, I greatly enjoy New York, but I don't think I would write about New York. Maybe I'll write about some street corner, because after all so many people have done that other kind of thing.

Q: What novelists do you think could create characters?

JLB: Conrad, and Dickens. Conrad certainly, because in Conrad you feel that everything is real and at the same time very poetical, no? I should put Conrad as a novelist far above Henry James. When I was a young man I thought Dostoevski was the greatest novelist. And then after ten years or so, when I reread him, I felt greatly disappointed. I felt that the characters were unreal and that also the characters were part of a plot. Because in real life, even in a difficult situation, even when you are worrying very much about something, even when you feel anguish or when you feel hatred — well, I've never felt hatred — or love or fury maybe, you also live among other lines, no? I mean, a man is in love, but at the same time he is interested in the cinema, or he is thinking about mathematics or poetry or politics, while in novels, in most novels, the characters are simply living through what's happening to them. No, that might be the case with very simple people, but I don't see, I don't think that happens.

Q: Do you think a book like Ulysses, for example, was, among other things, an attempt to show the full spectrum of thought?

JLB: Yes, but I think Ulysses is a failure, really. Well, by the time it's read through, you know thousands and thousands of circumstances about the characters, but you don't know them. And if you think of the characters in Joyce, you don't think of them as you think of the characters in Stevenson or in Dickens, because in the case of a character, let's say in a book by Stevenson, a man may appear, may last a page, but you feel that you know him or that there's more in him to be know, but in the case of Ulysses you are told thousands of circumstances about the characters. You know, for example, well, you know that they went twice to the men's room, you know all the books they read, you know their exact positions when they are sitting down or standing up, but you don't really know them. It's as if Joyce had gone over them with a microscope or a magnifying glass.

Q: You've linked Henry James and Kafka before — you seem to associate them, in your mind for some reason.

JLB: I think that there is a likeness between them. I think that the sense of things being ambiguous, of things being meaningless, of living in a meaningless universe, of things being many-sided and finally unexplained; well, Henry James wrote to his brother that he thought of the world as being a diamond museum, a museum of monsters. I think that he must have felt life in much the same way.

Q: And yet the characters in James or Kafka are always striving for something definite. They always have definite goals.

JLB: They have definite goals, but they never attain them. I mean, when you've read the first page of The Trial you know that he'll never know why he's being judged, why he's being tried, I mean, in the case of Henry James, the same thing happens. The moment you know that the man is after the Aspern papers, you know, well, either that he'll never find the papers, or that if he does find them, they'll be worthless. you may feel that.

Q: But then it's more a sense of impotence than it is an ambiguity.

JLB: Of course, but it's also an ambiguity. For example, ”The Turn of the Screw” .That's a stock example. One might find others. That's a stock example. One might find others. ” The Abasement of the Northmores” — the whole story is told as a tale of revenge. And, in the end, you don't know whether the revenge will work out or not. Because, after all, the letters of the widow's husband, they may be published and nothing may come of them. So that in the end, the whole story is about revenge, and when you reach the last page, you do not know whether the woman will accomplish her purpose or not. A very strange story.... I suppose that you prefer Kafka to Henry James?

Q: No, they stand for different things for me.

JLB: But do they?

Q: You don't seem to think so. But I think that Henry James believed in society, he never really questioned the social order.

JLB: I don't think so.

Q: I think he accepted society. I think that he couldn't conceive of a world without society and he believed in man and, moreover, in certain conventions. He was a student of man's behavior.

JLB: Yes, I know, but he believed in them in a desperate way, because it was the only thing he could grasp.

Q: It was an order, a sense of order.

JLB: But I don't think he felt happy.

Q: But Kafka's imagination is far more metaphorical.

JLB: Yes, but I think that you get many things in James that you don't get in Kafka. For example, in Henry James you are made to feel that there is a meaning behind experience, perhaps too many meanings. While in Kafka, you know that he knew more about the castle or about the judges or the trial than you do. Because the castle and the judges are symbols of the universe, and nobody is expected to know anything about the universe. But in the case of Henry James, you think that he might have had his personal theories or you feel that he knows more of what he's talking about. I mean that though his stories may be parables of the subject, still they're not written by him to be parables. I think he was really very interested in the solution, maybe he had two or three solutions and so in a sense I think of Henry James as being far more complex than Kafka, but that may be a weakness. Perhaps the strength of Kafka may lie in his lack of complexity.

Q: Do you accept the linking of your name with Kafka, and do you enjoy being linked with Kafka?

JLB: I think Kafka taught me the way to write two quite bad stories, ”The Library of Babel” and ”The Lottery of Babylon”. Of course I owe a debt to Kafka. Naturally. I enjoyed that. At the same time, I couldn't go on reading Kafka all the time so I left it at it that. I only wrote two stories following the pattern and then I left off. Of course I owe much to Kafka. I admire him, as I suppose all reasonable men do.

Q: In the "Library of Babel" you insert a word spelled thusly: Qaphqa. I think the only way to pronounce that is Kafka. Did you put that in there to show that you were aware that you were writing like Kafka ?

JLB: Yes. Of course I did.

Q: What do you admire especially in Stevenson?

JLB: I admire everything in Stevenson. I admire the man, I admire the work, I admire his courage. I don't think he wrote a single indifferent or despicable line. Every line of Stevenson is fine. And then there is another writer I greatly admire: Chesterton. And yet Chesterton would not have been what he was had it not been for Stevenson. For example, if we read Chesterton's Father Brown saga or The Man Who Was Thursday, or "Man Alive," we get the same fairy London that was invented or was dreamt by Stevenson in his New Arabian Nights. I suppose I should be thankful to Stevenson. I suppose we should all be thankful for Stevenson. I hardly see why you ask me that. The thing is as obvious as the sun in heaven.

Q: In Cincinnati when an admirer said, "May you live one thousand years," you answered, "I look forward happily to my death." What did you mean by that ?

JLB: I mean that when I'm unhappy, and that happens quite often to all of us, I find a real consolation in the thought that in a few years, or maybe in a few days, I'll be dead and then all this won't matter. I look forward to being blotted out. But if I thought that my death was a mere illusion, that after death I would go on, then I would feel very, very unhappy. For really, I'm sick and tired of myself.

THE HUMAN SEASONS - by John Keats

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Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;

    There are four seasons in the mind of man:

He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
    Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
    Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
    Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
    He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness--to let fair things
    Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,

Or else he would forego his mortal nature.

BONSAI - LITTLE SPLENDOR

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http://www.warmphotos.net/beautiful-natural-designs-of-bonsai-tree/

LIFE IS MEANINGFUL - from Raj'blog

2012-01-23T23:40:00.002+02:00

The fact that you were born,
Is proof, God has a plan for you.
The path may seem unclear right now,
But one day you will see,
That all that came before,
Was truly meant to be,
God wrote the book that is Life,
That’s all you need to know.
Each day that you are living,
Was written long ago.
God only writes best sellers,
So be proud of who you are,
Your character is important,
In this book, you are the ‘Star’…

God has a plan and purpose for all of us !

LET'S SMILE FOR A WHILE....

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- Children, we will learn today about democracy .
- Why ?
- Because I say so !

BEAUTIFUL IMAGES - COREL creations by Madmoiselle Viv

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FLOWERS

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THERE IS HOPE

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WHEN - from Internet (signed babygirl4life)

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When you are around
I feel I can take on the
World

When you speak
I Feel every word you
Speak

When you move
I feel every movement
You make

When you touch my hand
I feel that I can fly or just
Go on for miles

When your heart beats
I feel everyone of your
Heartbreaks

When you laugh
I can hear the tension in
Your voice

When you leave
my heart anticipates
The moment you will return

QUOTES BY KHALIL GIBRAN

2012-01-20T21:53:00.000+02:00

Forget not
that the earth delights
to feel your bare feet
and the winds long
to play with your hair.

They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold; and I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.

The appearance of things changes according to the emotions; and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.

Trust in dreams, for in them is the hidden gate to eternity

And a woman spoke, saying, "Tell us of Pain."
And he said: Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the
Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.” (The Prophet)

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper.
That we may record our emptiness.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.