Love words
"I am the people seem quite the true power of Eros not to be held now. But first we must know human nature and its development properly. Our former nature was in fact not the same as now, but very different. In origin there were three sexes of people, not like now, only two, male and female, but there was a third to which was the community of these two. androgynous, composed of the male and female were all these creatures twice, her figure was so round, so that the back and chest went around in circles, she had four hands and four legs and two faces on a round neck, and two-time private parts also, the two male men, two women, the female and one male and one female, the feminine man.
were on strength and power they now have large and powerful and arrogant thoughts, for they challenged the gods, as if they were equal to them. Zeus and the other gods were discussing now what to do, and did not know what. For it was not advisable to kill them, because it would have been lost with it all honors and offerings. After many efforts, the father of the gods had the idea to share all the members of the gender that they should have only two legs and genitals. If they won with their exuberance Proceed, he wanted to cut further, that they would have to go on one leg like tops. And so he cut them all, and Apollo healed their wounds, but the people were very unhappy: Everyone longed for his other half, and so they came together, embraced with the arms and twined together in the desire to grow together again . And this desire and pursuit of the whole is called love. "
Luciano De Crescenzo, from" The power of love "
Wednesday, May 8, 2002
Monday, April 15, 2002
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" Spoken words can be good or bad. Addressing a person, they can be pleasant or irritating. Words will fall or nations. Written in a book, they can or as stupid. Yes, we should not be careful with our words "
Fang Hsiao Ju
Monday, April 1, 2002
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patience
And I want you as best I can ask to have
patience with everything unresolved in
your heart, and understand;?
the questions themselves to love have
like locked rooms
and like books that are written in a
foreign language.
Forsche not now the answers,
that you can not be given
because you could live they do not
and it is a question
to love everything, then maybe you're living
gradually - without knowing it - into the answers
RM Rilke
And I want you as best I can ask to have
patience with everything unresolved in
your heart, and understand;?
the questions themselves to love have
like locked rooms
and like books that are written in a
foreign language.
Forsche not now the answers,
that you can not be given
because you could live they do not
and it is a question
to love everything, then maybe you're living
gradually - without knowing it - into the answers
RM Rilke
Tuesday, March 19, 2002
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Et un jour, une femme
. And one day, a woman
(Lionel Florence / Pascal Obispo)
To have spent sleepless nights dreaming
What fairy tales
let you imagine
To have lost his childhood in
Street
The Disillusioned,
unnoticed;
Being dropped
Lower than dirt,
And the whole earth will then
In silence;
To have dignity left
Up
Without asking anything more
Whether you come to complete;
And one day, a woman whose glance
You
touches you on his shoulders,
As she carries the world,
And until the end of force
Covers of bark
Your deepest wounds;
Then one day a woman in his hand Met
Cheers
To mention another
Because she carries the world,
And to the end of herself
You
proves she loves you For the love she floods.
Day after day
gives you confidence, his patience
any
gives you standing
Find Future
itself perhaps
Above
the desire to be what she expects from you
And one day, a woman whose glance you
You grazes on his shoulders,
As she carries the world,
And until the end strength of its bark
Covers
Your deepest wounds,
And one day this woman
Met her hand in yours
To mention another
Because she carries the world, and until
at the end of itself proves
you she loves you For the love she
world;
And one day, a woman whose glance you
touche jusqu'à
Porte Sat
bouche d'un petit monde Le Front,
Et jusqu'au bout de soi donne tout ce qu'elle
Lui a,
Chaque pas chaque seconde,
Et jusqu'au bout du monde.
. And one day, a woman
(Lionel Florence / Pascal Obispo)
To have spent sleepless nights dreaming
What fairy tales
let you imagine
To have lost his childhood in
Street
The Disillusioned,
unnoticed;
Being dropped
Lower than dirt,
And the whole earth will then
In silence;
To have dignity left
Up
Without asking anything more
Whether you come to complete;
And one day, a woman whose glance
You
touches you on his shoulders,
As she carries the world,
And until the end of force
Covers of bark
Your deepest wounds;
Then one day a woman in his hand Met
Cheers
To mention another
Because she carries the world,
And to the end of herself
You
proves she loves you For the love she floods.
Day after day
gives you confidence, his patience
any
gives you standing
Find Future
itself perhaps
Above
the desire to be what she expects from you
And one day, a woman whose glance you
You grazes on his shoulders,
As she carries the world,
And until the end strength of its bark
Covers
Your deepest wounds,
And one day this woman
Met her hand in yours
To mention another
Because she carries the world, and until
at the end of itself proves
you she loves you For the love she
world;
And one day, a woman whose glance you
touche jusqu'à
Porte Sat
bouche d'un petit monde Le Front,
Et jusqu'au bout de soi donne tout ce qu'elle
Lui a,
Chaque pas chaque seconde,
Et jusqu'au bout du monde.
Wednesday, February 13, 2002
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soul mate
A soul mate is someone who has the special ability to make us realize our best sites. Soulmates are not perfect, but perfect for us. You can bring out the best in us to light - but without a functioning communication just as the worst-linked pages. We feel not only physically attracted to them, but also mentally.
One can distinguish four types of attraction between people, have a relationship: a physical, an emotional, a mental and a spiritual form. Physical attractiveness creates desire. Emotional attraction generates affection. Spiritual attraction generates interest. Spiritual attraction creates love. In a soul mate you meet all four forms.
John Gray
A soul mate is someone who has the special ability to make us realize our best sites. Soulmates are not perfect, but perfect for us. You can bring out the best in us to light - but without a functioning communication just as the worst-linked pages. We feel not only physically attracted to them, but also mentally.
One can distinguish four types of attraction between people, have a relationship: a physical, an emotional, a mental and a spiritual form. Physical attractiveness creates desire. Emotional attraction generates affection. Spiritual attraction generates interest. Spiritual attraction creates love. In a soul mate you meet all four forms.
John Gray
Sunday, February 10, 2002
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As ...
Works as you would not need money,
Love as if you've never had anyone hurt,
Dance, you would look as no one
Sing as if no one listening to
Lives, as if the Paradise on earth.
(poet unknown to me, anyway)
Works as you would not need money,
Love as if you've never had anyone hurt,
Dance, you would look as no one
Sing as if no one listening to
Lives, as if the Paradise on earth.
(poet unknown to me, anyway)
Wednesday, January 30, 2002
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magic bird
Often we rely on our eloquence, intellect or experience. Or our Or look our charisma, presence and impact, the warmth of our eyes, the tenderness of the hands. Or do we simply trust in life, get started and think "it is already."
is not much more than how to throw a pebble on the dark surface. And to hope that the lake may be so quiet that he carries the little waves to the shore, where the light sound of water gently probably the magic bird wakes from his dream bird. And this will be in the air rises, possibly to be roosting on the other side of the lake. Somewhere near us, perhaps. Come, little bird, come.
Often we rely on our eloquence, intellect or experience. Or our Or look our charisma, presence and impact, the warmth of our eyes, the tenderness of the hands. Or do we simply trust in life, get started and think "it is already."
is not much more than how to throw a pebble on the dark surface. And to hope that the lake may be so quiet that he carries the little waves to the shore, where the light sound of water gently probably the magic bird wakes from his dream bird. And this will be in the air rises, possibly to be roosting on the other side of the lake. Somewhere near us, perhaps. Come, little bird, come.
Monday, January 28, 2002
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My Way
And now, the end is near, and so I face, the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived, a life that's full, I've traveled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention.
I did, what I had to do, and saw it through, without exemption.
I planned, each charted course, each careful step, along the byway,
and more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off, more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up, and spit it out.
I faced it all, and I stood tall,
and did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing.
To think, I did all that, and may I say --- not in a shy way,
"Oh no, oh no not me,
I did it my way".
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things, he truly feels,
And not the words, of one who kneels.
The record shows, I took the blows ---
And did it my way!
I did it my way.
And now, the end is near, and so I face, the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived, a life that's full, I've traveled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention.
I did, what I had to do, and saw it through, without exemption.
I planned, each charted course, each careful step, along the byway,
and more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off, more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up, and spit it out.
I faced it all, and I stood tall,
and did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing.
To think, I did all that, and may I say --- not in a shy way,
"Oh no, oh no not me,
I did it my way".
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things, he truly feels,
And not the words, of one who kneels.
The record shows, I took the blows ---
And did it my way!
I did it my way.
Sunday, January 27, 2002
Funny Birthday Titles -card
Erdbeermund
Du... du... ich bin so wild nach deinem Erdbeermund,
ich schrie mir schon die Lungen wund
to your white body, you woman.
in clover, as has the May made a bed,
there blooms a sweet pastime
with your body the long night.
I want to be in the deep valley.
your night prayers and your star husband. In the deep
Erdbeertal, in black hair,
I slept some summer long
slept with you and yet never too much.
Comm .. Come ... come here ... I know a good game
in the dark valley, in the shellfish reason ...
Ah ... ah ... ah du .. ah du .. you ah, I'm so wild for your strawberry mouth!
Ah ... ah ... ah ... ah ... ah ... ah ... ahh ...
The gray world does not enjoy more, I gave her the most beautiful
summer
hats and you also brought no luck, not
true, only the red lips do not have stored up,
for me, for me, for me, kept so low in the hair ...
I search him already long night
in Winters, in the ash reason ...
I'm so wild for your strawberry mouth.
In Winters, the black strawberry herb
because the snow has built a nest
and does not ask where the love is.
I have experienced but the red animal in such a deep
when I slept with you.
Oh, oh would just not over the winter and green again
the meadow!
Oh thou .. oh you ... you think I'm so wild for your strawberry mouth! Oh ...
Kinski's version is based on the Weise, Paul Zech, "A love ballad for a girl named Yssabeau. Apparently, this ballad is not at all but by François Villon, but is probably a self-sealing Zechs ...
Du... du... ich bin so wild nach deinem Erdbeermund,
ich schrie mir schon die Lungen wund
to your white body, you woman.
in clover, as has the May made a bed,
there blooms a sweet pastime
with your body the long night.
I want to be in the deep valley.
your night prayers and your star husband. In the deep
Erdbeertal, in black hair,
I slept some summer long
slept with you and yet never too much.
Comm .. Come ... come here ... I know a good game
in the dark valley, in the shellfish reason ...
Ah ... ah ... ah du .. ah du .. you ah, I'm so wild for your strawberry mouth!
Ah ... ah ... ah ... ah ... ah ... ah ... ahh ...
The gray world does not enjoy more, I gave her the most beautiful
summer
hats and you also brought no luck, not
true, only the red lips do not have stored up,
for me, for me, for me, kept so low in the hair ...
I search him already long night
in Winters, in the ash reason ...
I'm so wild for your strawberry mouth.
In Winters, the black strawberry herb
because the snow has built a nest
and does not ask where the love is.
I have experienced but the red animal in such a deep
when I slept with you.
Oh, oh would just not over the winter and green again
the meadow!
Oh thou .. oh you ... you think I'm so wild for your strawberry mouth! Oh ...
Kinski's version is based on the Weise, Paul Zech, "A love ballad for a girl named Yssabeau. Apparently, this ballad is not at all but by François Villon, but is probably a self-sealing Zechs ...
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sense
mind is nothing over which one stumbles, as the answer to a riddle or the prize in a treasure hunt.
sense is something that you build yourself in the center of his life. We built it from his past, from his affection and loyalty from the experience of mankind that we have inherited, from his own gifts and his mind from all this, what you believe, from the things and people you love, from the values for which you are willing to give up something is.
All ingredients are available. But you're the only person who can combine the pattern, this is your life.
ensure that it is a life that has dignity and meaning for you.
If that succeeds, then the swing of the pendulum is on the success or failure scarcely registers.
[John Gardner]
mind is nothing over which one stumbles, as the answer to a riddle or the prize in a treasure hunt.
sense is something that you build yourself in the center of his life. We built it from his past, from his affection and loyalty from the experience of mankind that we have inherited, from his own gifts and his mind from all this, what you believe, from the things and people you love, from the values for which you are willing to give up something is.
All ingredients are available. But you're the only person who can combine the pattern, this is your life.
ensure that it is a life that has dignity and meaning for you.
If that succeeds, then the swing of the pendulum is on the success or failure scarcely registers.
[John Gardner]
Friday, January 11, 2002
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annealing
The glow from the heart is worth more than the shine with the mind.
The glow from the heart is worth more than the shine with the mind.
Wednesday, January 2, 2002
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center of the heart
Where is he,
the place where the vibrant red
reveals all the passion, the hot rap
the quivering light
radiates the love?
Where are the doors, the door
the holes and
window to enter, or
to see it at least?
Only once
succumb to the spell,
myself to the power of the creative flame
.
floating, flying, timeless happiness
for the moment at least
the origin, destination, without understanding the meaning
thoughts.
Search, looking, looking, looking at the icy darkness
,
knowing that it is still beating,
my heart.
Where is he,
the place where the vibrant red
reveals all the passion, the hot rap
the quivering light
radiates the love?
Where are the doors, the door
the holes and
window to enter, or
to see it at least?
Only once
succumb to the spell,
myself to the power of the creative flame
.
floating, flying, timeless happiness
for the moment at least
the origin, destination, without understanding the meaning
thoughts.
Search, looking, looking, looking at the icy darkness
,
knowing that it is still beating,
my heart.
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