An ancient Chinease saying admits only to 4 feelings:love,desire,happiness and sadness. The truth is we only need human contact;good people,bad people,funny people,adorable people.People.......So i thought.One day i woke up in a city-Barcelona- all by myself. I was a ghost walking among people who had that special glitter called life.I felt invisible,missplaced and worst of all somehow inert,just like a spirit. All i wanted was to be able to feel again,didnt matter what,just to have something to fill the emptyness inside.And then i looked around.Barcelona is magical,beautiful and always in the mood for love.I was alive,like i've just taken my first breath of fresh air .I fell in love and i knew it's the real thing.The way it takes my hand and walks with me,the way it listens to my thoughts i how it makes me laugh. 1,6 milion people share my dream.1,6 milion are in love.Barcelona kept me alive even though i signed the DNR papers.I owe it big time.They have a saying around here"Barcelona is tuya" and so it is.There are 1,6 milion people here pumping the heart of this city and now i am one of them-boom boom boom.I burned my white flag and to be honest,the heat from the flame feels good...
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barcelona superba
weekend placut
salutari din Athena
demetrios
papusico, ma bucur ca ne scrii de acolo. chiar eram curioasa ce si cum... vezi ca asteptam update-uri regulate, la fel cum primim si de la mandra ailalta! nu stiu daca ai vazut pana la urma "l'auberge espanol" dar ti-l recomand cu multa caldura. dupa filmul ala, oricine are chef de barcelona, myself included- as if i ever needed a reason to travel or party!mwhaha. mananca ptr mine niste paine cu tomate(e o specialitate de-a lor parca), in ciuda carbohidratilor, ca deh, we only live once...si fa niste poze pe acolo ca sa murim si noi de ciuda un pic.
te pup si astept vesti!
Nicely written!
Even though when one is alone in a new place it's very easy to get sucked into our own voids, Barcelona has what I would like to think of as human empathy.
Try walking in the city at 4 a.m, and when suddenly you look past the cleaning men and the unfortunate prostitutes, you can actually feel the heart of the city. =)
Still, shame they are going to be taken over anyways huh?
@ Demetrios: Calimera!;)
@Notalent369: L-am vazut dar am simtit mai aproape "Vicky Cristina Barcelona" xoxo
@ Cynath:"cerveza/beer + Liceu =The heart of Barcelona
have a wonderfullllll week!
And a poem by Blogger “thalassa”
Demetrios the Traveller
speak to me memory the language of seagulls
behind the hills behind the sweating sight
beds of sand tatooed by sudden wind
curved and open crevices particles of the skin of earth
with snake linear language
where the path into the cliff blue turns white foaming
air seeped through the stones ethereal as moans of this dry land
disconnected lay dormant following the wind of others
elevated lyrical images
of islands in high sea half to light half to gray _darkness
strains of memories
wave rolling wave to become equal in motion... in distance
into my mind to capture the essence
aqua choreography
the barren chest of isles producing depth not seen
by my sweeping cantos of self unity
sounds magical lured by the cardiac tunes
murmuring the language of skin and love songs
speak to me
speak to me memory,
the language of seagulls
Have fun, păpuşe!!! Şi delecteză-ne cu însemnări mai dese, dă-ne şi nouă o bucăţică din rai :D
Un besito!!!
accum o septamana noua
Have a nice week, with a poem by Lorenzo Mavilis
LETHE
Fortunate are the dead who forget
the bitterness of life. When the sun sets
and dusk follows, do not weep for them,
no matter how deep your sorrow may be!
At such an hour the souls are thirsty and go
to οblivion's crystal-cold spring;
but the water will turn muddy,
if a tear is shed for them by the beloved.
And if they drink turbid water, they recall,
passing through fields of asphodels,
past sorrows that sleep within them.
If you cannot but weep, at sunset,
your eyes should lament for the living
who seek to forget, but cannot do so.
'Lethe', or 'Oblivion' is a pessimistic poem. Mavilis mingles in it the ancient Greek belief about the Underworld, so well described by Homer in the Odyssey (XXIV, 1-14), and the Modern Greek tradition about the Realm of the Dead. According to Homer, the Underworld is a vast field where the plant asphodel grows.
unde este papusa!!!
salutari si week-end placut
Have a nice weekend with an old song from Demi Roussos
It's five o'clock
and I walk through the empty streets
thoughts fill my head
but then still
No one speaks to me
My mind takes me back
to the years that have passed me by
(interlude)
It is so hard to believe
That it's me
that I see
in the window pane
it is so hard to believe
that all this is the way
that is has to be
It's five o'click
and I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend
And in him
I find sympathy
And so I go back to the years that have to past me by
(interlude)
It is so hard to believe
That it's me
that I see
in the window pane
it is so hard to believe
that all this is the way
that is has to be
It's five o'click
and I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend
And in him I find sympathy
He gives, gives me day
gives me hope
and a little dream too
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