heart-beat-mildly.
i close this weekend with a great deal of overpowering, all-illuminating gratitude for the companions i am surrounded with.
and with borges, again and again.
IN TIMP INVETI
Dupa un anumit timp,
omul invata sa perceapa diferenta
subtila intre a sustine o mana
si a inlantui un suflet,
si invata ca amorul nu inseamna a te culca cu cineva
si ca a avea pe cineva alaturi nu e sinonim cu starea de siguranta,
si asa, omul incepe sa invete…
ca saruturile nu sunt contracte
si cadourile nu sunt promisiuni,
si asa omul incepe sa-si accepte caderile cu capul sus si ochii larg deschisi,
si invata sa-si construiasca toate drumurile
bazate in astazi si acum,
pentru ca terenul lui ‘ maine ‘
este prea nesigur pentru a face planuri …
si viitorul are mai mereu o multime de variante care se opresc insa la jumatatea drumului.Si dupa un timp, omul invata ca daca e prea mult,
pana si caldura cea datatoare de viata a soarelui, arde si calcineaza.
Asa ca incepe sa-si planteze propria gradina
si-si impodobeste propriul suflet,
in loc sa mai astepte ca altcineva sa-I aduca flori,
si invata ca intradevar poate suporta,
ca intradevar are forta,
ca intradevar e valoros,
si omul invata si invata …
si cu fiecare zi invata.Cu timpul inveti ca a sta alaturi de
cineva pentru ca iti ofera un viitor bun,
inseamna ca mai devreme sau mai tarziu vei vrea sa te intorci la trecut.Cu timpul intelegi ca doar cel care e capabil sa te iubeasca cu defectele tale,
fara a pretinde sa te schimbe,
iti poate aduce toata fericirea pe care ti-o doresti.
Iti dai seama cu timpul ca daca esti alaturi de aceasta persoana doar pentru a-ti intovarasi singuratatea,
in mod inexorabil vei ajunge sa nu mai vrei sa o vezi.Ajungi cu timpul sa intelegi ca adevaratii prieteni sunt numarati,
si ca cel care nu lupta pentru ei,
mai devreme sau mai tarziu se va vedea inconjurat doar de false prietenii.Cu timpul inveti ca vorbele spuse intr-un moment de manie,
pot continua tot restul vietii sa faca rau celui ranit.Cu timpul inveti ca a scuza e ceva ce poate face oricine,
dar ca a ierta, asta doar sufletele cu adevarat mari o pot face.Cu timpul intelegi ca daca ai ranit grav un prieten,
e foarte probabil ca niciodata prietenia lui nu va mai fi la aceeasi intensitate.Cu timpul iti dai seama ca desi
poti fi fericit cu prietenii tai,
intr-o buna zi vei plange
dupa cei pe care i-ai lasat sa plece.Cu timpul iti dai seama ca fiecare experienta traita alaturi de fiecare fiinta,
nu se va mai repeta niciodata.Cu timpul iti dai seama ca cel care umileste sau dispretuieste o fiinta umana,
mai devreme sau mai tarziu va suferi aceleasi
umilinte si dispret, dar multiplicate, ridicate la patrat.Cu timpul inveti ca grabind sau fortand lucrurile sa se petreaca,
asta va determina ca in final,
ele nu vor mai fi asa cum sperai.Cu timpul iti dai seama ca in realitate,
cel mai bine nu era viitorul,
ci momentul pe care-l traiai exact in acel moment.Cu timpul vei vedea ca desi te simti fericit cu cei care-ti sunt imprejur,
iti vor lipsi teribil cei care mai ieri erau cu tine
si acum s-au dus si nu mai sunt…Cu timpul vei invata ca incercand sa ierti sau sa
ceri iertare,
sa spui ca iubesti, sa spui ca ti-e dor,
sa spui ca ai nevoie,
sa spui ca vrei sa fii prieten,
dinaintea unui mormant,
nu mai are nici un sens.Dar din pacate,
toate se invata doar cu timpul…
azur skies.
it’s exceptionally warm for this time of year in the land of lux. i sit outside, with the dogs and some flies and some birds. all day i sit and try to work. i manage from time to time. in between, my spirit flies away and wonders what you’re up to. emily dickinson said it beautifully. i don’t know whether this is what i mean, but it goes well with the sky and the breeze and the day.
Love is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.
women.
i dream of a world where women’s worth will be appreciated without condescending bastards.
i dream of a world where women will be judged differently.
the feminist revolution is only just beginning.
susan boyle, a rather silly show, a reaction she stirred, and a song she sang in 1999.
)skills i need to learn.
i have been living in an anthropology bubble for the last 48 hours. just learned about the earthquake…
from the bbc website…
a 98-year-old woman was pulled out alive in L’Aquila after being trapped for 30 hours, local media report. She spent the time crocheting
♥ one perfect sonnet…
Lately I’ve been wishing I had one desire something that would make me never want another something that would make it so that nothing matters all would be clear then but I guess i’ll have to settle for a few brief moments and watch it all dissolve into a single second try to write it down into a perfect sonnet or one foolish line ’cause that’s all that you’ll get so you’ll have to accept you are here then you’re gone but i believe that lovers should be tied together thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather left there to drown left there to drown in their innocence but as for me i’m coming to the final chapter i read all of the pages and there’s still no answer only all that was before i know must soon come after that’s the only way it can be so I stand in the sun and I breathe with my lungs trying to spare me the weight of the truth saying everything you’ve ever seen was just a mirror spent your whole life sweating in an endless fever now you’re laying in a bathtub full of freezing water wishing you were a ghost but once you knew a girl and you named her lover danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summer autumn came, she disappeared you can’t remember where she said she was going to but you know that she is gone ’cause she left you a song that you don’t want to sing singing I believe that lovers should be chained together thrown into a fire with their songs and letters left there to burn left there to burn in their arrogance but as for me i’m coming to my final failure killed myself with changes trying to make things better ended up becoming something other than what I had planned to be now i believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and layed entwined together on a bed of clover left there to sleep left there to dream of their happiness
