Love the bit about the soldier in the forest.
I fantasize like that about the Spy bits at airports. I have got the answers ready. Sounds a bit like J. B.
There are pictures of soldiers in Persepolis but actually people in this picture are not soldiers, they are noblemen taking the Nowrooz gifts to the palace.
Where are those soldiers going? they seem to climb the wall of their town and reach the sky, where other towers are waiting to be climbed.
A neverending Pilgrimage of Humanity.
Again I associate the image you publish, Mr. Coelho, with the subjetc of your main discussion.
Maybe images can take out the best of us.
We don’t have to forget that the word “magic” comes from latin “imago”. i.e. imagine.
As Shakesperare wrote “we are made of the same stuff of dreams”.
Have a nica day.
I didnt know anything about that.Sorry.I see is ancient ,but what nation…Ok.I will try to find out more about that.Nice to see once more how skillful artists were people that lived long ago.
When I was a child, my grandfather, who worked in the oil industry, travelled to many parts of the globe. Always, when he would return from one of his trips, which would last for many months, he would bring us gifts. He once travelled to Iran. It was one of his favorite places. He brought back a set of camel bells, with which I was absolutely fascinated. My grandmother hung them above the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. I would always ask my grandfather to lift my up so that I could ring the camel bells. It wasn’t just the way they looked that fascinated me – stair-stepped, from the largest at the top, to the smallest at the bottom, such that each bell hung inside, as the clapper to, the one just above it – it was the peculiar sound they made. They were made of brass, heavy, and obviously hammered out by hand – rough. Each bell still held the mark of the hammer blows it had received in shaping it. Somehow, each time I would hear those bells ring, it would awaken something inside of me – a force stronger and more vibrant than all my young fears – and I would beg to go with my grandfather the next trip he made. Of course, I couldn’t go, but that did not stop me from begging.
Persepolis is the town of the Persian, in Greek. Περσών πόλις.
Ιn Ancient Greece, I remember from history lessons, that there was a whole chapter called the Persian Wars! We should learn all the dates the names of the Kings and the battlefields. Finally it was Alexander the Great who succeeded in defeating them.
Love,
Thelma
I believe that when we look for love courageously, it reveals itself, and we attract even more love. If one person really wants us, everyone does. But if we’re alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange…
LONG LIFE PERSIAN LAND
I REMEMBER IN THE PAST HALF OF THE WHOLE WORLD BELONGED TO PERSIA
Hey Paoul ! Very Thanks !
Yeeees … This is Real Parse …
Ahmadi Nejad Is For Ever
I LOVE YOU
Love the bit about the soldier in the forest.
I fantasize like that about the Spy bits at airports. I have got the answers ready. Sounds a bit like J. B.
Dear Cristina and Savita,
There are pictures of soldiers in Persepolis but actually people in this picture are not soldiers, they are noblemen taking the Nowrooz gifts to the palace.
Love u Mr. Coelho! Love u and ur works!
Dear Cristina,
You asked where the soldiers are going: I think the figures may represent the members of an envoy bringing tribute.
Savita
For those who are interest to know more about Persepolis and what happen after that they can also see this movie
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-5356229498218843348&hl=en
Where are those soldiers going? they seem to climb the wall of their town and reach the sky, where other towers are waiting to be climbed.
A neverending Pilgrimage of Humanity.
Again I associate the image you publish, Mr. Coelho, with the subjetc of your main discussion.
Maybe images can take out the best of us.
We don’t have to forget that the word “magic” comes from latin “imago”. i.e. imagine.
As Shakesperare wrote “we are made of the same stuff of dreams”.
Have a nica day.
My dear Savita Vega, thank you for the interesting video.
Love,
Thelma
I didnt know anything about that.Sorry.I see is ancient ,but what nation…Ok.I will try to find out more about that.Nice to see once more how skillful artists were people that lived long ago.
A very beautifully done documentary about Persepolis -
“Persepolis Recreated”
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6441223490216307140
When I was a child, my grandfather, who worked in the oil industry, travelled to many parts of the globe. Always, when he would return from one of his trips, which would last for many months, he would bring us gifts. He once travelled to Iran. It was one of his favorite places. He brought back a set of camel bells, with which I was absolutely fascinated. My grandmother hung them above the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. I would always ask my grandfather to lift my up so that I could ring the camel bells. It wasn’t just the way they looked that fascinated me – stair-stepped, from the largest at the top, to the smallest at the bottom, such that each bell hung inside, as the clapper to, the one just above it – it was the peculiar sound they made. They were made of brass, heavy, and obviously hammered out by hand – rough. Each bell still held the mark of the hammer blows it had received in shaping it. Somehow, each time I would hear those bells ring, it would awaken something inside of me – a force stronger and more vibrant than all my young fears – and I would beg to go with my grandfather the next trip he made. Of course, I couldn’t go, but that did not stop me from begging.
Also from Persepolis (a photo):
http://www.livius.org/a/1/iran/camel.JPG
Love to all!
Savita
Persepolis is the town of the Persian, in Greek. Περσών πόλις.
Ιn Ancient Greece, I remember from history lessons, that there was a whole chapter called the Persian Wars! We should learn all the dates the names of the Kings and the battlefields. Finally it was Alexander the Great who succeeded in defeating them.
Love,
Thelma
beautiful-)