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Κυριακή 15 Ιουνίου 2014

Jorge Luis Borges !!!


After some time you learn the difference
The subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning,
And company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts,
And presents aren't promises.

And you begin to accept your defeats,
With your head up and your eyes ahead,
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After a while you learn, that even the sun burns if you get too much,
And learn that it doesn't matter how much you do care about,
Some people simply don't care at all.
And you accept that it doesn't matter how good a person is,
She will hurt you once in a while,
And you need to forgive her for that.

You learn that talking can relieve emotional pain.
You discover that it takes several years to build a relationship based on confidence,
And just a few seconds to destroy it.
And that you can do something just in an instant,
And which you will regret for the rest of your life.

You learn that the true friendships,
Continue to grow even from miles away.
And that what matters isn't what you have in your life,
But who you have in your life.
And that good friends are the family which allows us to choose.
You learn that we don't have to switch our friends,
If we understand that friends can also change.

You realize that you and your best friend can do do anything, or nothing,
and have good moments together.
You discover that the people who you most care about in your life,
Are taken from you so quickly,
So we must always leave the people who we care about with lovely words,
It may be the last time we see them.

You learn that the circumstances and the environment have influence upon us.
But we are responsible for ourselves.
You start to learn that you should not compare yourself with others,
but with the best you can be.
You discover that it takes a long time to become the person you wish to be,
And that the time is short.

You learn that it doesn't matter where you have reached,
But where you are going to.
But if you don't know where you are going to, anywhere will do.
You learn that either you control your acts, or they shall control you.
And that to be flexible doesn't mean to be weak or not to have personality,
Because it doesn't matter how delicate and fragile the situation is,
There are always two sides.

You learn that heroes are those who did what was necessary to be done,
Facing the consequences.
You learn that patience demands a lot of practice.
You discover that sometimes, the person who you most expect to be kicked by when you fall,
Is one of the few who will help you to stand up.

You learn that maturity has more to do with the kinds of experiences you had
And what you have learned from them,
Than how many birthdays you have celebrated.
You learn that there are more from you parents inside you than you thought.

You learn that we shall never tell a child that dreams are silly,
Very few things are so humiliating,
And it would be a tragedy if she believed in it.
You learn that when you are angry, you have the right to be angry,
But this doesn't give you the right to be cruel.
You discover that only because someone doesn't love you the way you would like her to,
It doesn't mean that this person doesn't love you the most she can,
Because there are people who love us, but just don't know how to show or live that.

You learn that sometimes it isn't enough being forgiven by someone,
Sometimes you have to learn how to forgive yourself.
You learn that with the same harshness you judge,
Some day you will be condemned.
You learn that it doesn't matter in how many pieces your heart has been broken,
The world doesn't stop for you to fix it.

You learn that time isn't something you can turn back,
Therefore you must plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure.

You really are strong.
       ................... Jorge Luis Borges

Σάββατο 14 Ιουνίου 2014

Despite what you may have been taught, your sensitivity doesn’t make you weak.
It doesn’t make you too emotional, too soft, or in any way too much. It has always been and will always be a strength.
The truth is that you can be soft and still be strong.

You aren’t a rock, immune to the shift and pull of the world around you.
You’re the ocean.
Always ebbing and flowing... easily affected by the moon and the weather.
Yes, you feel things intensely and yes, you’re easily wounded by others.
But it’s the intensity of your feelings that gives you such incredible insight into who you are and what you need to feel whole.
It’s that intensity that makes you deeply connected to yourself and the world around you. And it’s your wounds that allow you to be empathetic and compassionate towards the wounds of others.

Wounds that give you an awareness to recognize when people are hurting, and tools to offer support in ways that less sensitive people might not be able to.
I know that it’s so hard to believe in the moment when you feel incapacitated by your feelings, but your sensitivity is a truly a gift.

Don’t let anyone, including yourself, convince you otherwise.

- Daniell Koepke

Δευτέρα 17 Φεβρουαρίου 2014



“Love is always new.
Regardless of whether we love once, twice, or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation.
Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere.
We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence.
If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life.
We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.

Paulo Coelho






“When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change, at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready.
The challenge will not wait.
Life does not look back.
A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny.”

Paulo Coelho, The Devil and Miss Prym



                                             



 “Your eyes show the strength of your soul.”

                                                            ― Paulo Coelho





“Our true friends are those who are with us when the good things happen.
They cheer us on and are pleased by our triumphs.
False friends only appear at difficult times, with their sad, supportive faces, when, in fact, our suffering is serving to console them for their miserable lives.”

― Paulo Coelho, The Zahir







One Day you will wake up and there won't be any more time to do the things
you always wanted.
Do it now.

Κυριακή 12 Ιανουαρίου 2014

Xρήστος Μπουλώτης - Θυμάμαι...θυμάσαι?


Σε μια ξένη πόλη ούτε δική μου
ούτε δική σου, εκεί σε πρωτοείδα.
Μπορεί και να με ήξερες από παλιά
κι απλά με ξαναβρήκες
Κι έβρεχε, χωρίς ομπρέλα.
ΤΟ ΘΥΜΑΣΑΙ?

Την άλλη κιόλας μέρα φτιάξαμε ένα τρένο
κίτρινο, κόκκινο, μπλε το βάψαμε
και ταξιδεύαμε τη γη..
νύχτες ταξιδεύαμε
στον ουρανό..
αστέρι και σταθμός.
ΘΥΜΑΣΑΙ?
Βρήκες το πιο μακρινό αστέρι
κι είπες να το γυαλίσουμε,
να του φυτέψουμε μια λέυκα,
να μείνουμε για πάντα εκεί.
ΘΥΜΑΣΑΙ?

Οταν σου έδινα πορτοκάλι,
πήναινε να πει μόνο μαζί σου ταξιδεύω.
Με πέντε πορτοκάλια κάναμε πορτοκαλάδα,
την πίναμε μισή μισή.
ΘΥΜΑΣΑΙ?
Κι έτρεχα κάθε άνοιξη σ΄όλη τη γη
να βρω το πρώτο πρώτο λουλούδι
για σένα βέβαια..
Κατέβαινες στα βάθη του ωκεανού εσύ
και μου έφερνες ένα κοχύλι.
ΘΥΜΑΣΑΙ?
Άμα στο ζήταγα γινόσουνα ποτάμι, λίμνη, θάλασσα, ωκεανός..
Κι όταν το ζήταγες, γινόμουνα κι εγώ.
ΘΥΜΑΣΑΙ?
Μου έστελνες στον ύπνο μου όνειρα
καλοπλυμένα, καλοχτενισμένα
και τα δικά σου όνειρα εγώ τα ετοίμαζα.
ΘΥΜΑΣΑΙ?
Θυμάσαι τότε που κατέβηκα στον ύπνο σου με ένα τεράστιο ροζ αερόστατο;
Σου χάρισα ένα μύλο
να τον κρατάς γερά,
γιατί φοβόσουν τα σκοτάδια
Μου χάρισες έναν ολόιδιο κι εσύ,
το θυμάσαι ακόμη;
Μια νύχτα χάθηκες σένα μεγάλο δάσος
Είχες το μύλο δε φοβήθηκες…
κι έτρεξα και σε βρήκα
Μου χάρισες ένα χρυσόψαρο
που μέτραγε ως τα χίλια
κι ένα τζιτζίκι
και μια ζίνα
κι ένα πουκάμισο άσπρο..
το θυμάσαι;
Και σου έμαθα να ζωγραφίζεις
κάμπους και ποτάμια
Μη πατάς πολύ το μολύβι σου έλεγα.
Μια αγκαλιά ψυχές το τοπίο
κι οι ψυχές δεν έχουν περίγραμμα.
ΘΥΜΑΣΑΙ?

Και μου μάθες να φτιάχνω χάρτινα καράβια.
Και χάρτινα κινέζικα πουλιά.
Μια μέρα είπαμε καιρός πια να εφεύρουμε την δική μας γραφή,
να μην την ξέρει άλλος.
Τη ζωγραφίσαμε στο πι και φι
κοντά σ’ενα ποτάμι, πάντα ένα ποτάμι...
τη θυμάσαι ακόμη εκείνη τη γραφή;
Κι εφεύραμε ένα σωρό πράγματα από τότε,
τη σαντιγύ
τον ήλιο
τις αυπνίες
την παλίρροια
το σκούρο μπλε.
τα θυμασαι όλα; Ότι δεν χώραγε στις λέξεις,
το κάναμε μικρές μικρές σημαιούλες πολύχρωμες.
Θυμάσαι πως τις ανεμίζαμε;
Το μαγικό δωμάτιο που άλλαζε σχήμα ανάλογα με τη στάση του κορμιού μας
το θυμάσαι;
Και ήταν φορές που γινότανε ολοστρόγγυλο.
Θυμάσαι πότε;
Μαζί διαβάζαμε τα πιο ωραία παραμύθια
Κι όταν μας τέλειωσαν,
αρχίσαμε να παίζουμε δικά μας παραμύθια.
Μια φορά και έναν καιρό ήτανε δυο...
ΘΥΜΑΣΑΙ?

Ήτανε δυο κι ήτανε σαν ένας
ένας και πολλοί μαζί.
Χωρίζαμε για λίγο μόνο
γιατί αλλιώς
πως θα ανταμώναμε ξανά;
Και σου έγραφα κάθε στιγμή
κάτι τεράστια γράμματα
Μου έγραφες και συ ακόμη πιο τεράστια.
Μια φορά όμως που άργησες,
πρόλαβε κι ήρθε ο χειμώνας
που κράτησε όσο πέντε.
Κι όταν τέλειωσε...
ήρθε πάλι χειμώνας ακόμη πιο βαρύς.
Και δεν μπορούσες να γυρίσεις.
Έμεινες μακριά.
Και μου έγραψες...
Η πιο μεγάλη απόσταση είναι ο χρόνος…
Μπορεί…
όμως..
τα πιο ωραία μας ταξίδια
δεν τα ταξιδέψαμε ακόμη.
Σε περιμένω…
ΕΛΑ
Θα μετρήσω ως το δέκα..

Τρίτη 7 Ιανουαρίου 2014

La Marioneta - Gabriel García Marquez


If for a moment God would forget that I am a rag doll and give me a scrap of life, possibly I would not say everything that I think, but I would definitely think everything that I say.
I would value things not for how much they are worth but rather for what they mean.
I would sleep little, dream more.
I know that for each minute that we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.
I would walk when the others loiter;
I would awaken when the others sleep.
I would listen when the others speak, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream.
If God would bestow on me a scrap of life, I would dress simply, I would throw myself flat under the sun, exposing not only my body but also my soul.
My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hatred on ice and wait for the sun to come out.





With a dream of Van Gogh I would paint on the stars a poem by Benedetti, and a song by Serrat would be my serenade to the moon.
With my tears I would water the roses, to feel the pain of their thorns and the incarnated kiss of their petals...My God, if I only had a scrap of life...
I wouldn't let a single day go by without saying to people I love, that I love them.
I would convince each woman or man that they are my favourites and I would live in love with love.
I would prove to the men how mistaken they are in thinking that they no longer fall in love when they grow old--not knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love. To a child I would give wings, but I would let him learn how to fly by himself.
To the old I would teach that death comes not with old age but with forgetting. I have learned so much from you men....
 


I have learned that everybody wants to live at the top of the mountain without realizing that true happiness lies in the way we climb the slope.
I have learned that when a newborn first squeezes his father's finger in his tiny fist, he has caught him forever.
I have learned that a man only has the right to look down on another man when it is to help him to stand up.
I have learned so many things from you, but in the end most of it will be no use because when they put me inside that suitcase, unfortunately I will be dying.


                                                                                           
         ♥──♥─────♥──♥─────♥──♥─────♥──♥

Δευτέρα 16 Δεκεμβρίου 2013

History of.... Christmas Star.



The Star we place at the top of our Christmas Tree represents the Star of the East mentioned in the Bible. 
It shown so brightly on the night of Jesus' birth that the three Wisemen followed its glow to Bethlehem where they worshipped our newborn King. 
This symbol is used in Christian tradition everywhere.

 Even though the stars we see each night are the same stars that filled the sky on the night of Jesus' birth, the scientific community and religious skeptics continually try to logically explain the Star of Bethlehem's appearance. 

The three Wisemen followed the Star for weeks as they searched for Jesus. 
And even though the exact moment of His birth is not known, modern-day astronomers cannot place the appearance of a new star within a calculated time frame.

 Many people still prefer to believe the star was a part of the great miracle that occurred that holy night.
Throughout the Christian world, the holiday to celebrate His birth begins with the appearance of the first star on Christmas Eve.

 As a representation of high hopes, high ideals, hope for good fortune, the Star holds a special heavenly meaning for all.  

This makes it the perfect universal symbol of Christmas.


Τετάρτη 11 Δεκεμβρίου 2013

Τάσος Λειβαδίτης.

  
"Ω λυκόφως,δίκαιη ώρα,που και στα πιο ταπεινά πράγματα δίνεις μια σημασία πριν έρθει η νύχτα..."

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