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Flowers are saying ...
Roses may say - “I love you,” but the cactus says -“Fuck off.”
[Jarod Kintz, Seriously delirious, but not at all serious ]
I am nothing special ..........
“I am nothing special, of this I am sure.
I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life.
There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten,
but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough...”
[Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook]
"Nie jestem nikim specjalnym, tego jestem pewien.
Jestem zwykłym człowiekiem ze powszednimi myślami, i wiodłem zwyczajne życie.
Nie ma pomników poświęconych mnie i moje imię wkrótce zostanie zapomniane,
ale ja kochałem innych z całego serca i duszy, i dla mnie, to zawsze było wystarczające ... "
*** The lonely - by Christina Perri (lyrics )
“Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.”
[ Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner ]
"Lepiej być zranionym przez prawdę niż pocieszonym przez kłamstwo."
[ Khaled Hosseini, Chłopiec z latawcem]
www.youtube.com/embed/a9YQPWqTnx4
[ Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner ]
"Lepiej być zranionym przez prawdę niż pocieszonym przez kłamstwo."
[ Khaled Hosseini, Chłopiec z latawcem]
www.youtube.com/embed/a9YQPWqTnx4
*** The lonely - by Christina Perri (lyrics )
“Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.”
[ Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner ]
"Lepiej być zranionym przez prawdę niż pocieszonym przez kłamstwo."
[ Khaled Hosseini, Chłopiec z latawcem]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9YQPWqTnx4
[ Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner ]
"Lepiej być zranionym przez prawdę niż pocieszonym przez kłamstwo."
[ Khaled Hosseini, Chłopiec z latawcem]
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9YQPWqTnx4
HAPPINESS - Poem by Bolesław Leśmian ( translated by Joanna Proulx from Poland )
***
Happiness
Something silver occurs in cloud-distance.
The wind rattles doors like a postman with news.
We held out for each other's existence.
Hear the thunder? The atmosphere rends and hews.
You have a soul that's profligate and star-cast.
Remember the haste of inter-plaited breaths?
Why this sadness? Happiness came at last
And we evade its radiance in shadow-depths…
Why does our joy look for meaning in darkness,
Losing its limits and absolving the void?
In its unmeasure all is encompassed,
Except my terror and your tears—it can't hold…
