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Miercuri, 02 Noiembrie 2011 15:19 |
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O woman, you are not merely the
handiwork of God, but also of men;
these are ever endowing you with
beauty from their hearts.
Poets are weaving for you a web
with threads of golden imagery;
painters are giving your form ever
new immortality.
The sea gives its pearls, the mines
their gold, the summer gardens their
flowers to deck you, to cover you, to
make you more precious.
The desire of men's hearts has shed
its glory over your youth.
You are one half woman and one
half dream.
by Rabindranath Tagore |
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Vineri, 14 Octombrie 2011 11:41 |
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There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of
spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At
night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language- door and
open the love window. The moon
won't use the door, only the window.
Rumi
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Joi, 08 Septembrie 2011 20:37 |
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Beauty is truth's smile
when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
Beauty is in the ideal of perfect harmony
which is in the universal being;
truth the perfect comprehension of the universal mind.
Rabindranath Tagore
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Vineri, 15 Iulie 2011 11:19 |
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Făcând lumină în mine
Se-ntunecă în jur,
Când se apropie zorii,
La mine se-nserează
Nu pot vedea şi-n afară
Şi-nlăuntru în acelaşi timp.
Fructele, florile, fiarele
Le pot inventa numai când nu le găsesc.
Nimic din ce ascund nu trăieşte
Dincolo de hotarele mele.
Niciodată, niciodată nu se va sparge
Echilibrul perfect
Care doarme-ntre lume
Şi sufletul meu?
Numai pentru că nu există-n afară
Îl văd în mine-atât de limpede pe Dumnezeu?
Ana Blandiana
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Joi, 06 Ianuarie 2011 22:03 |
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Dincolo de posibilitatile reale ale fotografiei digitale, filmul isi are magia lui, magie care este de neatins in mod digital oricat de abil ar fi softul pe care il folosesti. Aparent nimic iesit din comun, un nud, dar sunt convins ca mereu, amprenta subtila va fi redata cel mai bine de o fotografie realizata clasic - pe film. Leica M6, 50/1.4, film Ilford ISO 50 |
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Miercuri, 08 Decembrie 2010 23:48 |
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She who ever had remained in the depth of my being, in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses; she who never opened her veils in the morning light, will be my last gift to thee, my God, folded in my final song.
Words have wooed yet failed to win her; persuasion has stretched to her its eager arms in vain.
I have roamed from country to country keeping her in the core of my heart, and around her have risen and fallen the growth and decay of my life.
Over my thoughts and actions, my slumbers and dreams, she reigned yet dwelled alone and apart.
Many a man knocked at my door and asked for her and turned away in despair.
There was none in the world who ever saw her face to face, and she remained in her loneliness waiting for thy recognition. Rabindranath Tagore |
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Marţi, 16 Noiembrie 2010 22:06 |
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Life of my life, I shall ever try to keep my body pure, knowing that thy living touch is upon all my limbs.
I shall ever try to keep all untruths out from my thoughts, knowing that thou art that truth which has kindled the light of reason in my mind.
I shall ever try to drive all evils away from my heart and keep my love in flower, knowing that thou hast thy seat in the inmost shrine of my heart.
And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.
Rabindranath Tagore |
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