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Emily Dickinson - de Honey in the Sunshine la: 18/09/2005 02:32:22
(la: Cele mai frumoase poezii)
Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,
Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it,
Not to partake thy passion, my humility.
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Communication is not just words, communication is architecture.
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DANCING IN THE DARK - de Baloo_ la: 07/02/2007 09:32:13
(la: The Ball Room)
Bruce Springsteen

DANCING IN THE DARK

I GET UP IN THE EVENING
AND I AIN'T GOT NOTHING TO SAY
I COME HOME IN THE MORNING
I GO TO BED FEELING THE SAME WAY
I AIN'T NOTHING BUT TIRED
MAN I'M JUST TIRED AND BORED WITH MYSELF
HEY THERE BABY I COULD USE JUST A LITTLE HELP

YOU CAN'T START A FIRE
YOU CAN'T START A FIRE WITHOUT A SPARK
THIS GUN'S FOR HIRE
EVEN IF WE'RE JUST DANCING IN THE DARK

MESSAGE KEEPS GETTING CLEARER
RADIO'S ON AND I'M MOVING 'ROUND THE PLACE
I CHECK MY LOOK IN THE MIRROR
I WANNA CHANGE MY CLOTHES, MY HAIR, MY FACE
MAN I AIN'T GETTING NOWHERE JUST LIVING
IN A DUMP LIKE THIS
THERE'S NOTHING HAPPENING SOMEWHERE
BABY I JUST KNOW THAT THERE IS

YOU CAN'T START A FIRE...

YOU SIT AROUND GETTING OLDER
THERE'S A JOKE HERE SOMEWHERE AND IT'S ON ME
I'LL SHAKE THIS WORLD OFF MY SHOULDER
COME ON BABY THE LAUGH'S ON ME

STAY ON THE STREETS OF THIS TOWN
AND THEY'LL BE CARVING YOU UP ALL RIGHT
THEY SAY YOU GOTTA STAY HUNGRY
HEY BABY I'M JUST ABOUT STARVING TONIGHT
I'M DYING FOR SOME ACTION
I'M SICK OF SITTING 'ROUND HERE TRYING TO WRITE
THIS BOOK
I NEED A LOVE REACTION
COME ON NOW BABY GIMME JUST ONE LOOK

YOU CAN'T START A FIRE SITTING 'ROUND CRYING
OVER A BROKEN HEART
THIS GUN'S FOR HIRE
EVEN IF WE'RE JUST DANCING IN THE DARK
YOU CAN'T START A FIRE WORRYING ABOUT
YOUR LITTLE WORLD FALLING APART
THIS GUN'S FOR HIRE
EVEN IF WE'RE JUST DANCING IN THE DARK
EVEN IF WE'RE JUST DANCING IN THE DARK...
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Twin Peaks : " Bufnita nu este ceea ce pare ... "
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bucu - de anitzasmile la: 14/11/2008 10:53:12
(la: poveste de toamna )
rendez-vous,broken heart si sandwich au 'grait'.sunt superbe.si eu am pasiunea asta, dar sunt amatoare, doar cateva sunt atat de reusite.imi dai voie sa le folosesc pt desktop?
Pentru Desdemona - de Florin si atat la: 16/04/2004 13:44:36
(la: Automobile si soferi)
"...destul de comuna ca sa fie inteleasa in sensul ce i l-am atribuit aici." Se pare ca am fost plecat de cam mult din tara si am uitat 'expresia'.

Mi-ai facut mare bucurie sa-mi aduci aminte de poezia lui Rudyard Kipling. Imi place sa o savurez in engleza pentru ca are un inteles mai profund...pentru mine:

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

Nu are rost sa mai comentez la ce ai scris. Inteleg acum ce vrei sa spui...:)

Numai bine
Florin si atat
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thin lizzy.... - de Mary la: 28/06/2004 09:23:17
(la: OZZY OSBOURNE)
´´Don’t believe a word
For words are only spoken
Your heart is like a promise
Made to be broken

Don’t believe a word
Words can tell lies
And lies are no comfort
When there’s tear in your eyes´´
atunci sa facem completarea de cuvinta... - de sanjuro la: 19/11/2004 10:10:12
(la: Cele mai frumoase poezii)
Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven
[First published in 1845]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet violet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
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daca! - de gigi2005 la: 03/11/2005 21:46:49
(la: ce inseamna pentru voi un om... bun?)
[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!


--Rudyard Kipling

Queen.... - de Andre29 la: 05/12/2005 22:23:50
(la: Versuri din melodiile voastre preferate...)
Love of my life you've hurt me

You've broken my heart and now you leave me

Love of my life can't you see

Bring it back bring it back

Don't take it away from me

Because you don't know

What it means to me



Love of my life don't leave me

You've taken my love you now desert me

Love of my life can't you see

Bring it back bring it back

Don't take it away from me

Because you don't know

What it means to me



You will remember

When this is blown over

And everything's all by the way

When I grow older

I will be there at your side to remind you

How I still love you I still love you



Back hurry back

Please bring it back home to me

Because you don't know

What it means to me

Love of my life

Love of my life

Yeah



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"Nu-i de ajuns sa faci bine, mai trebuie sa-l faci si bine." (Diderot)
- Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) - de dandi la: 02/02/2007 07:32:36
(la: Cele mai frumoase poezii)
IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
incearca - de adina.petre la: 18/10/2009 18:29:01
(la: Cata influenta are prejudecata asupra perceptiei?)
la heart broken
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heart broken - de om la: 18/10/2009 18:31:58
(la: Cata influenta are prejudecata asupra perceptiei?)
are spectru larg de manifestare, nu'i specific feministelor ;)
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DEHA este pe scurt un hormon - de Nico la: 10/10/2003 19:13:41
(la: D.H.E.A. sau tineretea vesnica ???)
DEHA este pe scurt un hormon produs de corpul uman: dehydroepiandrosteron. Este responsabil pentru producerea si reglarea steroizilor si hormonilor sexuali. S-a observat ca nivelul acestui hormon scade dramatic cu varsta ( la 70 ani este 5% comparativ cu nivelul de la 20 ani). Acest fapt a dus la deductia logica - dar necomfirmata din pacate - ca suplimentand acest hormon imbatranirea poate fi reversata sau macar incetinita. Nu este total exlusa posibilitatea metionata de tine ... teoretic vorbind!


Pentru vorbitorii de limba engleza ( De pe Internet adunate!)):
"DHEA" is short for dehydroepiandrosterone, a hormone naturally produced in the human body in the adrenal gland.
For what is DHEA used?
DHEA / Dehydroepiandrosterone is the sole precursor hormone responsible for the production and regulation of every other steroid and sex hormone in the body. It has recently been discovered that bodily levels of DHEA decline with age (a typical 70-year old will have about 5-10% the DHEA of what a typical 20 year old produces), leading to the (logically correct and possible) hypothesis that supplementing DHEA will reverse or halt the aging process. This is probably just another round of humankind's hope for the discovery of the Fountain of Youth, but there are some valuable elements to DHEA supplementation that are worth investigating. For example, declining levels of DHEA are implicated in
Alzheimer's disease
diabetes
arthritis
obesity
cancer
atherosclerosis and heart disease
lupus
Bene sh-atata ...oricum ...mult! - de Alice la: 01/12/2003 13:46:48
(la: Cohen)
D-aia uite:

"What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos of existence. A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance that is his glory. He rides the drifts like an escaped ski. His course is the caress of the hill. His track is a drawing of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with wind and rock. Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with the angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape. His house is dangerous and finite, but he is at home in the world. He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love."
- L. Cohen, Beautiful Losers

Ai citit "The Favorite"?
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Take this waltz - de Daniel Racovitan la: 08/12/2003 03:47:22
(la: Cohen)
Uite o piesa, nush' dac'ai ascultat-o, e superbissima: "Take this waltz"... O pun pe picior de egalitate cu "Dance me..."
Un colaj de imagini halucinant, o [poezie] de [dragoste] deosebita:


"TAKE THIS WALTZ
--after Lorca

Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a tree where the doves go to die
There's a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws

Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea

There's a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz it's been dying for years


There's an attic where children are playing
Where I've got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...

And I'll dance with you in Vienna
I'll be wearing a river's disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now. It's all that there is."


Si iata si o comparatie cu poezia lui Lorca, dupa care Cohen spune ca s-a inspirat:
http://www.webheights.net/speakingcohen/waltz.htm
Cum va place ... - de Iacobp la: 28/01/2004 09:47:52
(la: Poezii proprii)
Oh Heavens, give me the stillness of the sand,
On a moonless night in a deserted land,
Give me the patience of the rocks,
Put my heart on a shelf and my brain in a box,
Take my senses away and my feelings as well,
'Cause as long as I'm feeling the lapse of the time I'm in Hell!
Keep me like that in an ivory tower without feelings and dreams,
Whithout vision and power,
in the stillness of death in the coolness of ice,
In the remotest place of your paradise,
And wake me up, give my senses back then,
When the day will arrive and I'll meet her again...
Raspuns lui DESTIN - de nabab la: 24/02/2004 20:34:53
(la: Romani in Ohio, SUA)
Multumesc pentru cuvintele tale. Cleveland insemna mult in viata mea.

E greu sa multumesti pe toata lumea. E totusi pacat pentru cineva care a ajuns sa treaca printr-un oras atat de interesant cum e Cleveland, fara de fapt sa-l vada. Orasul unde Eliott Ness si-a facut un nume, orasul unde cuvantul rock'n roll a fost rostit la radio prima oara. Cleveland Clinic, una dintre cele mai bune clinici de cardiologie din lume. Cleveland Orchestra, cea mai buna orchestra simfonica din Statele Unite.

Un oras aspru? Da. Big city USA. Tough. Blue collar town. Big heart? Cit incape...

Sint romani destui la sud de Cleveland, in Youngstown/Akron. Cati? Greu de spus. 10-15, 000? Si poate, cum ziceam, mai sunt vreo 20, 000 in Cleveland.
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Top 10 anii'80 - de bpisai la: 25/02/2004 04:13:57
(la: Top 10 pop-rock-disco al anilor 80)
1. Stela Enache - Ani de liceu
2. Alphaville - Forever Young
3. Modern Talking - Wild Wild Water
4. Cock Robin - The Promise You Made
5. Jennifer Rush - Come Give Me Your Hand
6. Chris de Burgh - The Head and the Heart
7. Zdravko Colic - Ruzice Ruska
8. Nino de Angelo - Jenseits von Eden
9. Demis Roussos - Quand Je T'Aime
10. Opus - Live Is Life
Pentru Hypatia - de Little Eagle la: 19/03/2004 14:54:15
(la: Credinta si religie.)
Nu stiu de unde ai tras concluzia finala si parafrez cuvintele tale:"Ca si Ozzy multi sint cei care il incaracereaza pa Dumnezeu in inimile lor impietrite de pacat si neputinta,si din acest "beci" vor sa strige catre Dumnezeu,fara a-L lasa sa le raspunda..."
Oare ai citit cu atentie ce am scris in textul meu?Oare ai inteles ce am vrut sa comunic?Se pare ca nu,pt. ca esti prea mult cuprinsa de propria ta parere si evident sub influenta ego-ului.
Eu NU am nici o religie, de nici un fel si nici nu consider deloc necesar asta!Religia nu are nimic in comun cu Dumnezeu,ceea ce poti avea in comun cu EL este credinta in EL si asta o poti practica fara a apartine vreunei credinte si religii,ceea ce este intre mine si Dumnezeu este ceva intim si nu-i neaparat necesar sa cunoasca lumea toata cum cred eu si de ce cred in felul meu in EL!
Tu consideri ca vreau sa strig la EL din..."beciul" meu si nu-L las sa-mi raspunda....ce te face sa fii atit de SIGURA ? De unde stii tu ce fel de experiente spirituale pot avea ,fara a merge la biserica ori face inchinaciuni zilnice ? De unde STII ca Dumnezeu nu-mi vorbeste zi de zi in diferite feluri si ca POT avea o reala conversatie cu EL pe care IL consider in plus si un PRIETEN f. bun?Probabil pt. tine EL este undeva pe un nor,un mosulica care abia asteapta "sfirsitul" lumii ca sa pedepseasca omenirea toata.Halal Dumnezeu care poate gindi asa!Dca nu stiai,Dumnezeu este NUMAI DRAGOSTE,in EL NU exista dualisme,de ar fi NU ar fi EL!
Si DA din pacate exista NU doar in cei buni dar si in cei rai,e greu de asimilat asta dar in alta viata poate vei descoperi adevarul cind va veni vremea ta sa te trezesti.De ce crezi ca exista reincarnare si e parte din planul divin al creatiei?Sa ajungi sa te redescoperi si sa redevii ceea ca ai fost si esti de fapt:DUMNEZEU!Atentie insa,trebuie sa FII CONSTIENT in aceasta devenire si NU e usor!!!!Cu fiecare viata prin care ai trecut si vei trece vei face un pas in acest lung drum,este o experienta prin care trece sufletul pt. a se recunoste si a se descoperi,cu timpul si un criminal va ajunge la asta,poate si desigur prin mult mai multe vieti dar toti avem o sansa si NU TOTI vom ajunge la destinatie ...deodata!Crezi ca in trecutul vietilor tale nu ai facut nici un rau?
Toti am facut,la fel poate am facut si un bine ce a mai redus din povara KARMICA ce o purtam in spate si o ducem cu noi in urmatoarea viata.
Viata asta in care azi traiesti NU e UNICA!!!!La fel am fost si trecut prin diverse credinte si religii in trecut,creatia a fost gindita sa existe in eternitate.
Dar desigur ca tu fiind in viata asta ortodoxa si crezind in Isus vezi din perspectivele tale,dar NU critica pe altii pt. credinta lor si NU crede ca ai autoritatea de a trage concluzii imediate despre cineva ce nu cunosti deloc.
Eu NU te critic,imi apar relatia mea cu Dumnezeu credinta si prietenia ce am cu EL!Eu NU pun pe Dumnezeu undeva departe de creatia LUI,ci CHIAR IN MIJLOCUL EI!!!!EL este in fiecare secunda partas la orice se petrece in ea,pt. ca in fapt EL este creatia toata si prin ea se si recunoaste.Daca am gindi asa,
nu am mai avea razboaie si foamete si saracie si nici egoism,dar ....intre noi si Dumnezeu sta un val al ignorantei in spatele caruia zace eternul EGO,cel de care trebuie sa scapam pt. a inlatura valul de pe ochi.
Crezi in cine vrei tu,important e sa nu faci din credinta ori religia ta un mijloc de expresie a egoului tau sau ceva papagaliceste,sa impui altora parerile tale si sa le consideri in plus drept cele"adevarate".
E bine chiar sa cauti sa descoperi si alte credinte si sa le studiezi pt. a le intelege,toate au in final acelasi numitor comun,dar egoul uman le-a transformat in expresii personale si chiar indepartat de la realul inteles si precepte devenind chiar arme ale teroarei in ...numele LUI ...Dumnezeu!NU e nevoie sa dau exemple.
Si in nici un caz NU sint neputincios si am o inima impietrita.Cred in Dumnezeu
fara a fi religios si fara a-mi face zilnic cruci sau plecaciuni,nu am nevoie de ele
pt. a avea o relatie cu EL.Cum am spus mai sus,e ceva intim si nu consider ca e necesar sa fac parada din asta.Si in plus nici nu vad ce legatura are doctrina,morala sau cultul cu Dumnezeu?
A-L pune in orice din categoriile astea ori toate inseamna ai reduce pozitia LUi
care este dincolo de orice dezbateri teologice de orice fel,Dumnezeu nu apartine vreunei biserici anume ori credinte sau religii in schimb daca e sa fie asa,toate ii apartin LUI!
Si sa nu mai discutam despre ..TRECUT!Despre vechiul testament etc.Au fost ALTE vremi si timpuri ce azi NU mai sint,traieste in PREZENT caci asta e cel ce poti simti si percepe in viata asta!!!!
Inveti de la trecut dar NU trai in el si povestirile lui,foloseste invataturile pt. a le trai in acest prezent si pt. viitor pt. ca te vei reintoarce in lume in viata urmatoare cu siguranta!!!
Nimeni nu ajunge sa zicem un perfect master intr-o singura viata!!!!Drumul i-a fost creat prin alte vieti trecute.
Si odata ce esti fiinta umana,NU te vei reincarna niciodata mai jos ca specie a creatiei.Crezi ca e deplasta sa stii ca odata in marele trecut ca suflet ai fost o simpla piatra din creatie?Si ca ti-au trebuit milioane de vieti sa ajungi azi om?
Trecind prin toate formele creatiei?ca i fost vierme,peste,pasare,animal etc???
Totodata si Dumnezeu a trecut si trece si azi prin toate aceste manifestari ale sufletului SAU,pt. a se recunoaste si a redeveni EL insusi din nou,deci e alaturi cu noi si IN noi in fiecare secunda,pt. ca NU se poate desparti de creatia LUI,o iubeste prea mult,si atunci cind tu suferi si EL sufera,atunci cind esti fericita si EL e fericit.Niciodata nu va fi mai departe de tine ,fiind insasi in propria ta rasuflare.
Si mai crezi ca vreau sa strig la EL sa ma auda,cind vorbesc cu El in mine mereu si IL vad in jurul meu si in firul de iarba?Asa IL gindesc si asa cred eu in EL!
As putea scrie milioane de rinduri dar pe alta data si sper ca te-am edificat putin despre mine,nu e necesar sa fii asa de sarcastica,nu e nevoie.Sintem in final acelasi suflet!

LOVE&PEACE,
Ozzy
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"Do not listen to the voice of the mind.Listen to the voice of the heart.
The mind wavers.The heart does not"
Avatar Meher Baba
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America comunista? - de Horia D la: 22/03/2004 04:16:21
(la: America, o tara comunista?)
Am citit ca ai scris, si nu pot sa-mi cred ochilor. America nu e perfecta, dar te rog crede-ma e cel mai bun loc pe pamantul asta. (spun asta deoarece eu calatoresc cu munca 6-7 luni pe an, intre Spania si Japonia, intre Great Britain si Australia, sau Canada si Brazil). Nicaieri nu ti se vor oferi sansele pe care tara asta ti le ofera. Totul depinde de cat de tare vrei sa reusesti aici.
Eu, ca si tine, am venit la o varsta tanara, dar asta a fost cu multi ani in urma. Oricum, aici e singurul loc din lume unde "the sky is the limit"...
Si in incheiere, un simplu sfat: love it, or leave it... Du-te in Franta, ca acolo oricum e socialism. Sau du-te spre sud, la Fidel, si incearca sa te realizezi in raiul lui comunist.
Norocul tau e ca ai numai 25 de ani. In 1945, Winston Churchill a spus:
"if at 20 you're not a liberal, you don't have a heart, but if at 40, if you're not a conservative, you don't have a brain". Deci, mai ai vreo 15 ani sa vezi realitatea dintr-un punct de vedere matur, dar sper sa ajungi acolo cat mai repede. E inspre binele tau.

horia

Gabi Boldis si stangismul sau afisat - de Filip Antonio la: 22/03/2004 17:44:24
(la: Politica in Spania asa cum este ea)
Draga Gabi, imi este absolut indiferent daca ma crezi inteligent sau prost. Dar ideea ca ma poti convinge turnandu-mi propaganda stangista, facand apologia dolce far niente-ului mediteraneean si gogorita cu echilibrul intre liberalism si socialism in anul 2004 ma face sa rad.

Nu cred ca Spania o duce mai rau decat acum 8 ani, ba eu sunt convins ca o duce mai bine si de aceea scuza-ma ca nu prea pun multa baza in ceea ce spune un "bleeding heart liberal" (sau Champagne socialist) ca tine.

Altfel interesanta expresia "siguranta laborala" (calc spaniolesc si un alt vestigiu al unei epoci de mult apuse).
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