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Monday, January 14, 2013
Ballad of the Vagabond
Like wind the vagabond doth flow
From one land to the next
His eyes the blue of cloudless skies
His gaze upon them fixed
‘Cross mountain and city alike
The vagabond doth roam
His bed the grass under his head
No house can he call home
The people he meets pity him
This sapling without roots
And in return he pities them
Their pointless dull pursuits
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Believe
“It’s the oldest story in the world. One day you’re seventeen and planning for someday. And then quietly and without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And that someday is yesterday. And this is your life. We spend so much time wanting, pursuing, wishing - but ambition is good, chasing things with integrity is good, dreaming. If you had a friend you knew you’d never see again, what would you say? If you could do one last thing for someone you love, what would it be? Say it, do it. Don’t wait. Nothing lasts forever. Make a wish, place it in your heart. Anything you want, everything you want. Do you have it? Good, now believe it can come true. You never know where the next miracle is going to come from, the next memory, the next smile, the next wish come true. But, if you believe that it’s right around the corner, and you open your heart and mind to the possibility of it, to the certainty of it, you just might get the thing you wished for. The world is full of magic, you just have to believe in it. So make your wish, do you have it? Good. Now believe in it with all your heart.”
| — | One Tree Hill |
Monday, November 26, 2012
Bass Cabinet
If you really love music and you want to have an artistic DVD storage cabinet, then you can choose this nice bass furniture! :)
Everything Is A Risk
Standing right in the middle of nowhere
I saw a glimpse of a shady pair
Ready enough to be figured out
What the crowd has meant to fall out
Barely seeing was one reason
Heads turning away,
And then there came a question
Asking if one of them could stay
Holding on isn’t easy
After a long time overdue
Waiting is always a risk
That is if you know what to do
Reading between the lines
Terms aren’t really doing fine
Falling apart is where it heads
As tears are finally going to shed
by: sinosidebb
Friday, November 16, 2012
Kindness
by Naomi Shihab Nye
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.
by Naomi Shihab Nye
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.
Ink Calendar
Ink Calendar was created by Oscar Diaz, a Spanish designer. This artistic innovation uses the timed pacing of the ink spreading
on the paper to tell the date. The ink is slowly absorbed, and the numbers are ‘printed' everyday until they're filled with ink at the end of the month.
Friday, November 2, 2012
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