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30 d’abril 2011

“el corazón tiene razones que la razón no entiende”

Blaise Pascal
Vida ciudadana: millones de seres viviendo juntos en soledad.

Henry David Thoreau

20 de febrer 2011

El pájaro tiene su nido, la araña su tela, el hombre la amistad.

William Blake

17 de gener 2011

Padres no podemos tener más que una vez; se promete demasiado el que entra en la vida con la esperanza de hallar muchos amigos.

Samuel Johnson

06 de gener 2011

“¿Por qué la gente se empeña en buscar otras salidas cuando la puerta está abierta?”
Confucio

10 de febrer 2009

Happiness


photo by me, Raiatea

The purpose of our lives is to be happy.
- Tenzin Gyatso, the 14th Dalai Lama
Choosing to live a happy life is not only our greatest gift to ourselves, it is also the greatest gift we can give to those around us. When we are happy, we radiate happiness, and that is infectious. Consider giving the gift of happiness to yourself as being your gift to all humanity.

01 de febrer 2009

De nada sirve al hombre lamentarse de los tiempos en que vive. Lo único bueno que puede hacer es intentar mejorarlos.

18 de gener 2009

Casi todo lo que realice será insignificante, pero es muy importante que lo haga.

27 d’octubre 2008

La sociedad sería una cosa hermosa si se interesaran los unos por los otros.

Chamfort

......more to come on this topic.....

10 d’octubre 2008

Lo menos frecuente en este mundo es vivir. La mayoría de la gente existe, eso es todo.


05 de desembre 2006


"Every exit is an entry somewhere" Tom Stoppard

because there are still a few months to go
still many beers to have
man olliebollen to be eaten
many delayed trains to take
many bike rides to take
courses to be taken
a few more speculaas to go
some more patat speciaal
some more towns to visit
a few more shopping visits to be done
Now that it feels right, its starting to feel that soon it will be over....too soon.

And who will remember it? What will be remembered? Where will the footsteps remain?

But for now enjoying the rain as much as possible. . .

29 d’agost 2006

THE PARADOX OF OUR TIMES


- His Holiness the Dalai Lama

Is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers.

Wider freeways,but narrower viewpoints.

We spend more, but we have less

We have bigger houses, but smaller families

More conveniences, but less time

We have more degrees, but less sense

More knowledge, but less judgment

More experts, but more problems

More medicines, but less wellness

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often

We have learnt how to make a living, but not a life

We have added years to life, but not life to years

We’ve been all the way to the moon and back

But have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbour

We have conquered outer space, but not inner space

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted our soul

We’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice

We’ve higher incomes, but lower morals

We’ve become long on quantity but short on quality

These are the times of tall men, and short character

Steep profits, and shallow relationships

These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare

More leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition

These are the days of two incomes, but more divorces

Of fancier houses, but broken homes

It is a time when there is much in the show window

And nothing in the stockroom

A time when technology can bring this letter to you

And a time when you can choose

Either to make a difference.... or just hit, delete.

23 de juliol 2006

....The Road Not Taken...



The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Valle Maira Italia
Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less travele