Sunday, 30 June 2013

Welcome back, friends from India!

It is my basket,

in case you don´t remember...

faces say lots

A cloudy day is no match

for a sunny disposition.

William Arthur ward

Yesh!

the Wizard of Oz is back...

Dorothy: Now, which way do we go?

Scarecrow: Pardon me, this way is a very nice way.

Dorothy: Who said that?

(Toto barks at scarecrow)

Dorothy: Don´t be silly, Tot. Scarecrows don´t talk.

Scarecrow: (points other way) It´s pleasant dow that way, too.

Dorothy: That´s funny, was´t he pointing the other way?

Scarecrow: (points both ways) Of course, some people do go both ways.

THERE´S NO PLACE LIKE HOME!

INGREDIENT #10

COMPANIONSHIP

The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.

Charlotte Brontë

Saturday, 29 June 2013

We´ve been e-visited by frieds in Lebanon. We greet the country of the precious strong cedar.

Whole, health, healing, holy, all come from the same root. To be healed means to be joined with the whole (the One).

Sengtsan.

The weak can never forgive.

Forgiveness is an attribute of the strong.

Mahatma Ghandi.

The life so short,

the craft so long to learn.

Hippocrates.

Saint Bruno

"Only those who have experienced

the solitude and the silence of the wilderness

can know the benefit and the divine joy

they bring to those who love them".

INGREDIENT #9
SOFTNESS

Beauty doesn´t need ornaments. Softness can bear the weights of ornaments.
Mumshi Premchant.

Friday, 28 June 2013

^..^

Last Friday in June! It is warm, we have got safe windows and two new toys that MªAngeles bought for us...

And Chi has discovered it is funny to attack the giraffe-purse...

Gaia

may summer bring peace and calm

to all leaders

The more I give, the kindest feelings I devote to it, the healthier my soul is, the stronger my legs move, the further my thoughts reach. Although I am here, and I am now.

INGREDIENT #8
LISTENING

It is listening that brings souls together...

(Oklahoma)

Thursday, 27 June 2013

Hello Colombian friends, may you have a nice day and a healthy walking ahead. Love,

xx

Cortazar´s RAYUELA was published about 50 years ago, and some sort of rare tree was born that day (June 19th, 1963)...

Capítulo 7

Toco tu boca, con un dedo toco el borde de tu boca, voy dibujándola como si saliera de mi mano, como si por primera vez tu boca se entreabriera, y me basta cerrar los ojos para deshacerlo todo y recomenzar, hago nacer cada vez la boca que deseo, la boca que mi mano elige y te dibuja en la cara, una boca elegida entre todas, con soberana libertad elegida por mí para dibujarla con mi mano por tu cara, y que por un azar que no busco comprender coincide exactamente con tu boca que sonríe por debajo de la que mi mano te dibuja.

Me miras, de cerca me miras, cada vez más de cerca y entonces jugamos al cíclope, nos miramos cada vez más de cerca y nuestros ojos se agrandan, se acercan entre sí, se superponen y los cíclopes se miran, respirando confundidos, las bocas se encuentran y luchan tibiamente, mordiéndose con los labios, apoyando apenas la lengua en los dientes, jugando en sus recintos donde un aire pesado va y viene con un perfume viejo y un silencio. Entonces mis manos buscan hundirse en tu pelo, acariciar lentamente la profundidad de tu pelo mientras nos besamos como si tuviéramos la boca llena de flores o de peces, de movimientos vivos, de fragancia oscura. Y si nos mordemos el dolor es dulce, y si nos ahogamos en un breve y terrible absorber simultáneo del aliento, esa instantánea muerte es bella. Y hay una sola saliva y un solo sabor a fruta madura, y yo te siento temblar contra mí como una luna en el agua.