Pablo Neruda <Αργοπεθαίνει >

Αργοπεθαίνει όποιος γίνεται σκλάβος της συνήθειας, επαναλαμβάνοντας κάθε μέρα τις ίδιες διαδρομές, όποιος δεν αλλάζει περπατησιά, όποιος δεν διακινδυνεύει και δεν αλλάζει χρώμα στα ρούχα του, όποιος δεν μιλεί σε όποιον δεν γνωρίζει.

Αργοπεθαίνει όποιος αποφεύγει ένα πάθος, όποιος προτιμά το μαύρο για το άσπρο και τα διαλυτικά σημεία στο " ι " αντί ενός συνόλου συγκινήσεων που κάνουν να λάμπουν τα μάτια , που μετατρέπουν ένα χασμουργητό σε ένα χαμόγελο, που κάνουν την καρδιά να κτυπά στο λάθος και στα συναισθήματα.

Αργοπεθαίνει όποιος δεν αναποδογυρίζει το τραπέζι, όποιος δεν είναι ευτυχισμένος στη δουλειά του, όποιος δεν διακινδυνεύει τη βεβαιότητα για την αβεβαιότητα για να κυνηγήσει ένα όνειρο, όποιος δεν επιτρέπει στον εαυτό του τουλάχιστον μια φορά στη ζωή του να αποφύγει τις εχέφρονες συμβουλές.

Αργοπεθαίνει όποιος δεν ταξιδεύει, όποιος δεν διαβάζει, όποιος δεν ακούει μουσική, όποιος δεν βρίσκει σαγήνη στον εαυτό του.

Αργοπεθαίνει όποιος καταστρέφει τον έρωτά του, όποιος δεν επιτρέπει να τον βοηθήσουν, όποιος περνάει τις μέρες του παραπονούμενος για τη τύχη του ή για την ασταμάτητη βροχή.

Αργοπεθαίνει όποιος εγκαταλείπει μια ιδέα του πριν την αρχίσει, όποιος δεν ρωτά για πράγματα που δεν γνωρίζει.

Αποφεύγουμε τον θάνατο σε μικρές δόσεις, όταν θυμόμαστε πάντοτε ότι για να είσαι ζωντανός χρειάζεται μια προσπάθεια πολύ μεγαλύτερη από το απλό γεγονός της αναπνοής.

Μόνο η ένθερμη υπομονή θα οδηγήσει στην επίτευξη μιας λαμπρής ευτυχίας.

Muere lentamente
De Pablo Neruda

An image of love and passion

I have gone marking the atlas of your body
with crosses of fire.
My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide.
In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst.

Stories to tell you on the shore of evening,
sad and gentle doll, so that you will not be sad.
A swan, a tree, something far away and happy.
The season of grapes, the ripe and fruitful season.

I who lived in the harbour from which I loved you.
The solitude pierced by dream and silence,
Penned up between the sea and sadness.
Soundless, delirious, between two motionless gondoliers.

Between the lips and the voice something goes dying.
Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivion.
The way the nets cannot hold water.
My toy doll, only a few drops are left trembling.
Even so, something sings in these fugitive words.
Oh, to be able to celebrate with you all the words of joy.

Sing, burn, flee, like a belfry at the hands of a madman.
My sadness tenderness, what comes over you all at once?
When I have reached the most awesome and the coldest summit
my heart closes like a nocturnal flower.




[...]
My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
Until I even believe that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Pablo Neruda

Holly Sky

It's only when gravity starts to take over that you begin to think about your body...





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A morning without coffee is like sleep

Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze.
It maketh me to wake in green pastures:
It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses.
It restoreth my buzz:
It leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for its name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction,
I will fear no Equal:
For thou art with me; thy cream and thy sugar they comfort me.
Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of The Starbucks:
Thou anointest my day with pep; my mug runneth over.
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life:
And I will dwell in the House of Mochas... forever.

Greece s.o.s

No pain, no gain

I think we can all agree that the cliche, "no pain, no gain," is a fundamental truth. When we experience physical pain in the gym, we gain muscles and stamina. When we endure hardship and sacrifice in order to succeed, we gain a feeling of satisfaction and achievement, not to mention financial rewards. When we truly embrace emotional pain, we gain compassion for the suffering of others, an appreciation for the fleeting nature of things, as well as wisdom and spiritual humility. Every act of birth is an act of pain. Our very lives are sustained by the suffering and death of plants and animals, who in turn are sustained by other organisms having a very bad day. That being said, I think we can also agree that this system sucks and needs to be seriously re-jiggered. Now I'm not saying I have a better approach than this pain/gain thing that's been in place for millions of years -- but that doesn't mean we couldn't start tossing around some ideas. For instance, why couldn't an infrastructure for life be developed around the theme, "no dream, no gain?" Sounds like heaven, right? Or is dreaming too easy? Would life quickly become complacent and cease to gain? But then, is gain really that critical? Or is gain the whole point? Is the fact that life exists at all proof that God or the universe hates complacency? It certainly explains why aboriginal people are constantly being murdered for the sake of "progress."

For a hundred million reasons

How's that for a view?



* Nice curtains

Fashion Trends

Dead is the new unambiguous. Bipolar is the new undecided. Heavily armed is the new born again. Bald is the new head... and the new crotch. Hairy is the new face. Sheepishly admitting to having an STD is the new flirting. Purell is the new face of fear. Finding the time that's right for you is the new impotence. The smiley-face emoticon is the new "sincerely yours." Smoking is the new outdoorsy lifestyle. Looking forward to insanely expensive private schooling, thousand dollar a week nannies and soccer is the new yuppie birth control. Misinformed is the new patriotic. Veganism is the new "tastes like chicken." Serotonin uptake inhibiting is the new crowd control. Texting is the new talking. Talking is the new singing. Singing is the new hubris. Gay marriage is the new "be careful what you wish for." And finally, and only because I really need this to catch on, twenty-four years old is the new twelve.

Beware!

CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #171 (CENSORED)

We on Two and a Half Men are aware that our humor has offended some viewers with, shall we say, more delicate sensibilities. We have read your blogs, articles and postings which detail your outrage. If you are one of these viewers, and you have just watched and been appalled by tonight's episode, I'd like to tell you the old joke about the hunter who goes into the woods to hunt for a bear.

THE JOKE

A hunter goes into the woods hunting for a bear. When he is deep in the woods he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns to see an enormous grizzly towering above him. Before he can fire, the beast rips the rifle out of his hands and proceeds to sodomize him. Mortified, the hunter retreats to his cabin, arms himself with a double-barrelled shotgun, and races back into the woods to find and kill his furry assailant. But once again, the bear sneaks up behind the hunter, pulls the weapon from his hands and has his lusty way with him. Undeterred, the hunter equips himself with a machine gun and treks back into the woods where he is again ambushed, disarmed and defiled by the bear. Now, apoplectic with moral outrage, the hunter flies to a third world country where he buys a heat-seeking, shoulder-launched, nuclear-tipped rocket from an international arms dealer. Convinced he finally has the upper hand, he returns to the woods, tracks the bear to his lair and patiently waits to vaporize him. And yes, again, the bear surprises, disarms and sexually assaults him. But this time, before the hunter can run off to acquire more lethal armaments, the bear enfolds him in his massive arms and says, "You don't really come out here to hunt, do ya?"

Well, that's the joke. Take from it what you will with one caveat: The moral is not "beware of homosexual bears."

Preserve Life

This is one of the best ad i've seen in years. It really hits home..





Protect yourselves. Protect others.

CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS

CHUCK LORRE PRODUCTIONS, #259

Sometimes I have heated arguments with people who are not physically present. The content of these arguments usually involve me explaining to them how and why they are wrong. I generally make my case with such passion and logic that they have no choice but to admit to being foolish and weak. The fact that some of these people are dead does not interfere with me mentally correcting them. Recently I had one of these arguments while driving alone in my car. After making a particularly cogent point to a flawed family member in need of my wisdom and guidance, I noticed that I was being watched by an attractive woman in a nearby vehicle. Desperate to make a better impression, I quickly picked up my cell phone and continued talking as if I were on an urgent business call. I glanced at her, smiled and shrugged like a man whose work was never done. A policeman then pulled me over for using my cell phone while driving. I tried telling him that I was not actually talking on the phone, but was merely using it as a prop, so as to not appear insane. He smiled, nodded as if he understood, and then made me blow into a breathalyzer. I passed with flying colors. After he wrote me a ticket for using a cell phone while operating a motor vehicle, I drove away and had a loud and intense argument with him in which he laughed at my predicament and apologized for doubting me.