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Eat, Pray, love / Eat, Pray, Love

WOW is a book written by a U.S. woman in the world starts to look pointless. On his return tells about the experiences she went through. Write to how honest, open, deep, although serious, is a style sprinkled with humor. Vo highly recommend it. So far we have selected a few quotes that I have found inspirational ...

"Virginia Woolf wrote:" Over the vast expanse that is the life of a woman's shadow stretches a sword. "On one side of the sword, she said, find the convention, tradition and order, there," everything is right ". But on the other hand, if you're pretty foolish enough to pass in there and choose a life that does not follow conventions, everything is confusing. Follows the usual nothing. Her argument is that the other side of the shadow crossing swords that could offer the woman an existence much more interesting, but much more dangerous. »

" Augusteum I look at my life and I think that still has not been so chaotic, one above another. Actually it's chaotic world that is changing and changing and we ourselves as not dreaming. Augusteumul warned me not to get attached to any preconceived idea of \u200b\u200bwho they are, what represent, who belong to or what I wanted to do at a time. Yes, maybe yesterday I was a great monument for some! But tomorrow is likely to be a fireworks depot. Augusteumul tells us that even in the Eternal City should be prepared for disturbing and relentless waves of change. »
(Italy)

" I think the core of all world religions is the same: the desire to find a metaphor that people can be high. When are you going to communion with God, you really want to break the world and join in the infinity (to leave the village and join in the woods, I could say to get there ...), and you need a grand idea which one to use as a vehicle. Metaphor that has to be something great - something really huge, magical, powerful, because you have to go very far. Must be largest boat imaginable. [...]
So our job, assuming we decide to accept it, is to seek further metaphors, rituals and teachings that will help us get closer to becoming more than divinity. The writings say that God rasunde yoga sacred prayers and efforts regardless of how the human mortals revere him as long as their prayers are sincere. How and Upanishads say, "People will take different paths, either straight or sinuous, depending on the nature of each and how they think is better or more courteous, but all come to you, the rivers flowing into the ocean . »
(India)

" Parents educasera me to be independent, feet and able to take my own decisions. When I turned 24, I was supposed to be able to choose, to be autonomous. But the world was not always so. If I had been born in any of centuries of Western patriarchy, until I married my father's property was considered, then I went into her husband's heritage, as a good marriage. I would have had little to say about important issues in my life. Someday, if any man had asked my hand, her father would put a long list of questions after which they would decide whether or not the right person petitorul. [...] At that time my father had given me not just someone's wife just because I love the man in question. But in today's world, when we have decided to get married, my father was not involved modern at all. It amesecat in my decision as much as my style to my style.
Believe me, I have no nostalgia about patriarchy. But I realized that, with the dismantling of (justified) the patriarchal system, not necessarily emerged another form of protection. I do not want to say that I would have never passed through the head to put any of the men that I love those questions that, in other times, they would have put my father. I gave many times just for the sake of love. And sometimes it was to lose everything. To become truly autonomous, should I take my role as guardian of his own people. Gloria Steinem once
gave women advice fame : Try to become like the men with whom they want to marry. I recently gave you should be aware that not only my own husband, but my own father. »
(Indonesia)

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Det er ikke

this life of mine ... when does it end, really? What it does have a shape, color, smell, taste, indeed ... ? Things

makes sense if we give them respect. If we see in them a meaning. As chair that if I did not appoint a chair would have no meaning ... Sometimes, the meaning is obscured by multiple illusions. I am convinced that happened to us all to believe in something that we very much had happened or what I felt something that steam very well, and actually have a thing or phenomenon completely different meaning than we understood ...

Our life today is confusing. This is so because we do. Because we no longer believe in anything, except maybe in the absolute freedom to do and to be. No ties, no responsibilities, without purpose, without the "afterthoughts". In reality, no longer hindered as to be almost anything we want whenever we want, do what we feel like we want, whenever we want. That means it end?
When we are caught in the complicated network of rules and social obligations, which is actually the meaning of what we do and who we really?

We can live without that? We can be ourselves without the need to feel press a particular purpose? We can find ourselves in Every moment of freedom in an atmosphere more or less absolute? If you choose this, we believe in some rules that we respect and can still be free enough to choose our sense of life?

But what does my life if I do not know and I do not understand me? That's

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am / not true / It's Not True

Norwegian poetry, recited by Odd Børretzen music in the style of a Jean Gabin or Paunescu our north, say ...

Here lyrics, free version ... link to find the right music in class consciousness:


not true that we
howling animals to other animals with other screams than ours.
not true that we izbim the shadows on the walls because we are afraid of foreign shadows that all animals are afraid of shadows.
not true that we sneak in hunting the cats, we can challenge ourselves sharp colors and sounds that the anxiety and sleep wake up with mouth open, the smell that we defend what we unleash unknown to the people, against children of other mothers .
not true that we are led, blind animals, fear and instinct that takes apart the month of November we that wolves hunt in packs that you need to yelling and howling pack for us when we could not otherwise because we are animals. Not true.
not true that we are driven by fear of everything that is unknown, it's not malice, is afraid because we are animals and books burn at the stake and cry along with mouths wide open to foreign red pale and scared and weird to write black paint in subway stations and do our duty with white faces, impenetrable, and obey the order and bring victims and take them ourselves in garbage truck and collect them in police stations and squeeze them in rooms and cells, or that run in herds on the streets with torches and stones and smashing windows of stores owned by Hebrew Hebrew Hebrew, because we are guided by instinct older than ourselves, our instincts so we drive for us, shouting, frightened animals in the herd.
's not true, we are not ants or wolves, we are people who make each other's hand and looking each other and are signs of love in darkness, wolves howling in the streets. Then sit and cry among the fragments: "You are like us. We are wolves. "But that's not true.

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I have discovered a nice poem ...

"no return no past

Sorrow
no desire is not lust

history, at last
how anyone Could Be sorry?
Something
give the chance,
(What exactly should it be, how CAN you know?)
refuse the universe and serenity inherent ITS
put the blame on me and move on



into history I have overcome things Dreams Reality Thoughts,
Meet fruits to eat people to book entire year I have
signs of the Crossed margin
Might get him now wherever
CAN BE only inside of me. "

(Maia Malcea, 2008)

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Impressions of Bucharest III / III

- you still get a beer? But it means that you stay outside?
- Yes, there are.

for casual conversation Saturday evening, between the buildings in Bucharest. What else can people do here than to go out in a park full of soul searching for peace or on a bench near the block oppressive heat suffocated the day that just ended? Maybe go on a terrace (one of those built in the parks, of course), you have got to make reservation and if they have sufficient resources to pay for an expensive dinner or consume enough not to be changed by others more "able" ...

What makes this city with his men? What
people are doing with this town?

things work both ways. Nothing is random and every action has its effects, some unpredictable ... We are prisoners of their desires and actions, as they are with head or headless, with no regard or respect. But who can distinguish between what she wants ordinary people in Bucharest and the mayor not know whose sector? In such a crowd of neurons and cells per unit area, it becomes far too complicated and a better pool of home leave. And so we deserved fate, as they say ... the shepherd of Miorita ...

this city you buimaceste, primarily, with which it emanates chaos everywhere trying to reach. Anomaly, it houses inexplicably, with some anomalous character of many local events ... City-people mutual influence is obvious, but observe and keep a certain paradox of "normality" of people, despite the circumstances, once the city's survival, despite the crowd of people and their annexes (cars, houses, shops, markets. ..). Raman

the feeling of paradox ... until proven innocent! **



"Are you HAVING Another beer? This Means You'll Be Out Some More ...? "
" Yes, I am. Both of Them. "

You Can Hear A normal conversation on a Saturday night, Among blocks of flats in Bucharest. What else CAN people do here, Than go out in a park loaded with people trying to find their peace or sit on a bench by the blocks, suffocated by the incredible heat of the day that just ended? They might as well go out on a terrace (one of those built in parks, of course), if they booked a table or if they have enough resources to pay for an expensive dinner or enough drinks to make sure they’re not kicked out by more “capable” clients…

What is this city doing with its people?
What are people doing to this city?
Things work both ways. Nothing is random and every action has its effects-some of which quite unpredictable… We are the prisoners of our own desires and actions, as they are – smart or not, meaningful or not. But who can distinguish between what the common person in Bucharest wants and what the mayor of whichever Sector wants? When you’ve got so many neurons and cells on a surface unit, everything becomes much too complicated and it’s better to leave it from the very start. So we deserve what we get, as people say, just like the shepherd in Miorita…

This city makes you dizzy, first of all, with the chaos it emanates through all its pores. With the anomalies it inexplicably hosts, with a certain pointless character of many local phenomena… The mutual influence between people and city is obvious, but we also notice the paradoxical keeping of a certain “normality” of the people – despite the circumstances – and the survival of the city - split the large quantities of people and Their Annexes (cars, houses and blocks, shops, Markets ...)

I stick to the feeling of paradox ... Anything else is Until Proven!