This is supposed to be part of my photo challenge titled Pick a Word that I run every month of the year and now it is time for December. December, the most challenging month, is the time of year when I am more introspective than usual. The work and chores triple and and everyone around thinks only about partying and what to drink and…
Harmony is just another word for happiness. -P.B. “In the end we shall have had enough of cynicism, skepticism and humbug, and we shall want to live more musically.” – Vincent Van Gogh Prompted by weekly photo challenge: Harmony and related to Jo’s Monday Walk.
I have thought long and hard about the subject of the poll in my post from yesterday where I asked your opinion about little images of contributing posts from other bloggers that I display in my challenge posts. You voted, according to the poll, 10 votes in favour of seeing little images, 3 are fine either way – whether they are posted as images…
If you repeat a lie a sufficient number of times, does it become true?
Yesterday I listened to an interview with the Bosnian poet Abdulah Sidran who talked about creation of one of his poems. He said that the poem that seems as if it had been writen during the war was actually written in 1985, and that he had dreamed it first in Macedonian, the language he does not speak. When he woke up he phoned a…
The more I know people, the better I like animals. Whoever wrote that one, he was reading my mind.
How do you own disorder? Disorder, disorder, disorder
Some wear their age spots on the inside ….. An excerpt from the lyrics of the attached song: Le le lee I mono wayso jambo pe janga poje Onte myo sobo jo maame jauo peijosau Kokonipi jao sobo jambo, jambo pomi peso Can somebody help me identify the language used in this song? It is a mystery to me and would be…
Thoughts flow in and out of my mind. Trying to stop them, freeze them in time. Must put them somewhere safe Where they’ll do no more harm.
He could never understand that shining star glistening so brightly and leading the way. Everybody wanted to reach for her, and he tried, but failed. The star smiled at him trying to give him a hand. “Come over, reach me”, she said. The glow was blinding, and so was his desire to be with her. The path was long and never ending. The star…
“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.” – Andre Gide, Journal