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Il primo incrocia il mio sguardo,
mi fissa, gli ricordo qualcuno ma non mi riconosce.
Un po' ci rimango male, ma a pensarci bene neanche più di tanto.
Il secondo mi vede, sorride e sta per dirmi qualcosa, lo fermo in tempo con un cenno.
Non voglio che mi rivolga la parola, non voglio sentire le sue idiozie, le sue banalità, le sue formalità di rito;
non voglio avere niente a che fare con lui, è già troppo che prendo coscienza di quello che sento nei suoi confronti.
Il terzo lo guardo, ma il suo sguardo è rivolto altrove, non mi vede, non mi può vedere.
Chiamo il suo nome non troppo forte, per non disturbare né lui né gli altri.
Non mi sente.
Grido più forte, con tutta la voce che riesco a tirare fuori e ripeto il suo nome più e più volte.
Non voglio che mi dimentichi, non ci credo che si sia dimenticato di me...
Anche se è passato tanto tempo, voglio che mi riconosca e mi parli come ha sempre fatto.
Quando il vento del Sud si scontra con quello del Nord
i rami più deboli degli alberi si spezzano
poi tutto tace.
I love youVibrant colors and fragrant blooms,
the flowers declare "I love you".
The sun rises and sets in majestic display,
the sky declares "I love you".
Glittering lights paint the darkness around the moon,
the stars declares "I love you".
The waters are deep and filled with life,
the oceans declares "I love you".
Bearing fruit, offering shade, and displaying golden leaves,
the trees declares "I love you".
Soft, emerald grass and cool, damp ground,
the Earth declares "I love you".
He became sin who knew no sin,
His blood declares "I love you".
Seeking out the Lord's tender mercy.There are times in which we seek a better
tomorrow. But when we believe unto the Lord,
we will never be troubled by our bad experiences.
We should always seek the truth in what we can
because we know when we are ready. The Lord shall
guide us to the way, the light, and the truth.
The Lord is just and merciful. He knows what we should
do to make our lives feel special. He grants us the
strength to carry on in life, when we least expect it.
May we always rejoice in the Lord's presence. For it is
in His presence that we should seek out His mercy everyday
that we live.
We are aliveAt this very moment
Our hearts beat
They pump the blood through our veigns
Our brains funcion
They coltrol our body
In one way or another
Our eyes see
All the light in the world
They smell the air
And all these things
WE ARE ALIVE
Voice of Man, or God?I am a man of many words and none.
The ones who hear me speak are blessed with the comfort of the warm sun.
The ones who do not become cold and get swallowed by the darkness of their soul.
I am God, or I may not be.
That is a question that even the smartest scientist or philosophical philosopher can only dream of answering, and if they do, they are God themselves.
I Believe that the World Has a ChanceCha chreid mi nach lorg sinn ar neart…I believe that we shall find our strength…
Cha chreid mi nach lorg sinn ar n-aimsir…I believe that we shall find our season…
Cha chreid mi nach beir sinn am feart…I believe that we shall heed…
Cha chreid mi nach fàs sinne làidir…I believe that we shall grow strongly…
Cha chreid mi nach geibh neach sin naI believe that one shall receive
Feumaidh uile duine foghlam…What all of us must learn…
Cha chreid mi gun tig crìoch dhan sgeulachd a-chaoidh…I believe that the story never ends…
Cha chreid mi nach tig adh’rtas leis na glùinean…I believe that we shall improve with the generations…
Cha chreid mi nach danns na tuinn-mara sa’ ghaoith…I believe that the sea’s waves shall dance with the wind…
Cha chreid mi nach tuig sinn a chèil’ ri ùine&
Buddha, the awesome one.The Buddha is the awesome one.
For he brings the teachings of
the Dhammapada to life.
The awesomeness that the Buddha
brings the clarity the teachings
of the Dhammapada can bring.
For he knows that only he can do
this. All the Buddha can do is
lead by example.
It is up to us to reflect upon his
awesome presence. We must never
forget what the Buddha has taught us.
Made in Woman - Part I:music: http://youtu.be/BHrFEnL9CfM
"I hate the world today
You're so good to me I know but I can't change
tried to tell you but you look at me like maybe
I'm an angel underneath, innocent and sweet"
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"Yesterday I cried
Must´ve been relieved to see the softer side
I can understand how you'd be so confused
I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything
all rolled into one"
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Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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