There is divine beauty in learning… To learn means to accept the postulate that life did not begin at my birth. Others have been here before me, and I walk in their footsteps. The books I have read were composed by generations of fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, teachers and disciples. I am the sum total of their experiences, their quests. And so are you."
—Elie Wiesel
2012 m. kovo 12 d., pirmadienis
2012 m. vasario 17 d., penktadienis
Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a stranger,
Only to someone who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.
Stay close to any sounds that make you glad you are alive.
Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.
I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in the darkness, the astonishing light of your own being.
There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that
Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.
Even after all this time the sun never says to the Earth, “You owe me”
There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.
Hafez
Should never be offered to the mouth of a stranger,
Only to someone who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.
Stay close to any sounds that make you glad you are alive.
Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.
I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in the darkness, the astonishing light of your own being.
There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that
Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.
Even after all this time the sun never says to the Earth, “You owe me”
There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.
Hafez
2012 m. vasario 4 d., šeštadienis
Rene Gruau drawing for Dior Diorissimo, 1956. Originally, he sketched the young woman in the nude, but Dior asked the artist to dress her in an elegant black dress.
2012 m. sausio 29 d., sekmadienis
Henrikas Radauskas
„Žiemos pasaka“
Įspėk, kas kvepia? Neįspėjai.
...
Lelijos? Liepos? Vėjai? Ne.
Taip kvepia princai ir kirpėjai,
Taip kvepia vakaras sapne.
Žiūrėki: linija pro stiklą
Praėjo posūkiu tyliu,
Rami šviesa pro švelnią miglą
Čiurlena pieno upeliu.
Žiūrėki: sninga, sninga, sninga.
Žiūrėki: baltas sodas minga.
Nugrimzdo žemė praeity.
Įspėk, kas eina? Neįspėjai:
Ateina princai ir kirpėjai,
Balti karaliai ir kepėjai,
Ir šlama medžiai apsnigti.
„Žiemos pasaka“
Įspėk, kas kvepia? Neįspėjai.
...
Lelijos? Liepos? Vėjai? Ne.
Taip kvepia princai ir kirpėjai,
Taip kvepia vakaras sapne.
Žiūrėki: linija pro stiklą
Praėjo posūkiu tyliu,
Rami šviesa pro švelnią miglą
Čiurlena pieno upeliu.
Žiūrėki: sninga, sninga, sninga.
Žiūrėki: baltas sodas minga.
Nugrimzdo žemė praeity.
Įspėk, kas eina? Neįspėjai:
Ateina princai ir kirpėjai,
Balti karaliai ir kepėjai,
Ir šlama medžiai apsnigti.
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