The seasons of the soul

[…]

The „Soul” has its „Seasons”
Just the same as the year.

I, too, must pass through
Life’s autumn of dying,
A desolate period
Of heart-hurt and crying.


Followed by winter
In whose frostbitten hand
My heart is as frozen

As the snow-covered land.
Yes, man too must pass
Through the seasons God sends,
Content in the knowledge
That everything ends.


And, Oh! What a blessing

To know there are reasons
And to find that our soul
Must, too, have it’s seasons.
„Bounteous Seasons”
And „Barren Ones,” too.
Times for rejoicing
And times to be blue.


But meeting these seasons
Of dark desolation
With strength that is born
Of anticipation
That comes from knowing
That „autumn-time sadness”
Will surely be followed
by a „Springtime of Gladness.”


[Helen Steiner Rice]

sursa foto

Daca maine…

Destul de recent a murit tatal unei prietene. E atat de greu sa ai mereu cuvintele care trebuie, atunci cand trebuie, in asa situatii… Iti vine sa spui „va trece”, dar… de data asta chiar nu mai trece… In alt post, Prea sus, era vorba despre doua cunostinte, un cuplu tanar, care nu a apucat nici macar sa se bucure de zambetul unui copil… acum a ramas doar el. Anul trecut, in martie, a murit un coleg de facultate… la 20 ani.

Gandindu-ma la durerea oamenilor lasati in urma, ma gandesc ca ale mele probleme sunt scurte ploi de vara pe langa furtunile din sufletul lor. Atat timp cat cei dragi iti sunt inca aproape, atat timp cat inca poti sa le mai auzi glasul, atat timp cat inca poti sa le mai vezi licarirea din ochi, nu e nimic pierdut.

” Did you say it? ‘I love you. I don’t ever want to live without you. You changed my life.’ Did you say it? Make a plan. Set a goal. Work toward it, but every now and then, look around; Drink it in ‘cause this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow. „

[ if tomorrow never comes ]

When everything with meaning is shattered, broken, screaming

Cercetatorii de la Nasa spun ca, in urma cutremurului din Chile, s-a scurtat ziua cu 1,26 microsecunde. Astazi insa, cred ca la fiecare microsecunda s-au adaugat alte 1,26 microsecunde… a fost una din cele mai lungi zile posibile… Zi cu probleme familiale rascolite, cu promisiuni incalcate, zi de vazut oameni dezamagiti, de auzit povesti triste, zi cu nevoie doar de a ajunge acasa si a fi tinut in brate. Astazi microsecundele au fost de doua ori mai lungi.

Science and progress don’t speak as loud as my heart.

Spanish songs… they kill me…

Cum sa eviti o zi proasta

1. Nu da „set as desktop background” la nici o poza din cele facute pe timp de ploaie, cum ar fi:

2. Nu asculta melodii care spun:

Porque siempre estuve equivocada

Y no lo quise ver

Porque todo lo que empieza acaba

Porque nunca tuve mas razones para estar sin el

Porque cuesta tomar deciciones

Porque siempre va a doler

Y hoy pude entender

y a esta mujer

Siempre la hiciste imensamente triste…

sau

Yo queria parar el tiempo

Con tus ojos viendome

Con las ganas de quedarme asi abrazandote

Y parar aquel momento cada vez que tu te ibas

Yo queria, si queria…

Yo queria cambiar el mundo

Pero el mundo es como es

Cuantas ganas de escarbar dentro de tu alma

Yo queria tenerte solo

Y que fueras para siempre mio

Yo queria, si queria…

3. Sub nici o forma nu te gandi la acel cineva care te-a facut sa crezi ca cele mai multe povesti incep asa: „two hearts, one of them will break.”

Rainy

So far away from where you are
These miles have torn us worlds apart

I miss the years that were erased
I miss the way the sunshine would light up your face
I miss all the little things

Yeah, I miss you
And I wish you were here

Winter night

De n-ar fi fost ceata ai fi vazut ca te iubeam

De n-ar fi fost frig ai fi simtit cum tremuram

De n-ar fi fost noapte m-ai fi vazut cum te priveam

De n-ar fi fost rece ai fi simtit cat te doream

Si-ai mai fi stat…

Afterall…

„You know, it’s all well and good to talk about happy endings. But if a person can’t deliver, if he keeps screwing up, well, eventually, I guess you kind of just have to say „fuck you„… or words to that effect.”