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Hello NeelaNila…I am glad that you survived and very sorry that the world does not listen sometimes. This issue plagues me too. So I strive to be what I’d like to see more of in the world and pray, pray, pray. Let us be the change. Love and prayers for you and your family.
hi Alexandra !
have u heard of osho, he has written or rather spoken about many topics, they have been made into books, i strongly recommned Osho to everyone who wants to have peace and undferstand life better. just beware of many organisations / many people who try to cheat you using Osho's name. if u decide to read any of his books, try the once which were published from 1980-1998, approximately. they are phenomenol.
love
aditya
I am thinking about advertising and the cost of it.
Is it reasonable to have ads about cars for example drag racing and then turning it around with the law chasing the young ones doing exactly the same thing?
Something else that is totally irresponsible to my mind.
We'll show you how to do it and then we'll send the law….
How much money are we spending on these useless ads? Money that is added to the cost of whatever we are purchasing.
Can't there be a better use of our money?
Marie-Christine
Hundreds of thanks dearest Thelma. I loved to read books by Marques. The other I copy now the names and try. Ok.
As I am already used, I tell my day. Also for is a special. Just came from the church. My niece is passing in the initiated side, I mean has the confirmation feast. Was a wonderful sermon, I loved the kids replies and songs. I just feel like floating . My dear God child, I am so proud of her. I felt indeed that a burden was taken from my shoulders. Tomorrow I go again.
love
Alexandra
http://users.hol.gr/~barbanis/cavafy/
Dear Alexandra, here is a site with the poems of Constantinos Kavafy's with the Greek original and the English translation. Each one of them is a masterpiece.
Plato's symposium, I am sure you will be able to find it in the library. Menelaos Lountemis' books and Nikos Kazantzakis' have been translated to many languages. You may find them in your own language. Then it is a good idea, I think to try to read one book from all those Nobel prize winners.. Then 'A hundred years of solitude' by Marqez and Eros at the time of cholera.. and .. and .. I am sure you will be busy for the rest of your life.. and of course the books of Paulo Coelho that I read and … re-read, each time tracing new gems..
Hi, dear Paulo, you ARE here with us … I am happy. ;]
LOVE,
Thelma.
Oh,dear Thelma, give me some names. But just hoping to find in the library thats in my city, and I always had problems to find books since faculty. But the ancient ones I know,part of them, as well as part of ancient Romans authors, e.g. Vergilius, Ovidius Nasso, so on.Modern Greek authors…no idea. For the record, we struggled to learn the old Greek alphabet. I remember few letters. but even if I recognize the sound, how I understand the meaning? Anyways, waiting for more ideas. Thank everybody, thank you too Thelma. God bless you all
Nice week end
Bye
Love
Alexandra
( sparkle)
hello NeelaNila, what happened? why were you separated? where are you now? have you found your mother again?
o dear….
i don't really care for my mother, i know she's just there in Schiedam doing her own thing, plottering through her own life, but i wouldn't be able to bear it if she were not where i thought she would be doing what i think she is doing, it would be unbearably sad not to know.
the city, careers, ambition, one should, others are, wish i were, – elsewhere, elsewhere is were life is happening, engines sirens, chatter, dressed up slender girls heading straight to a target, where is my target! i have a right to a target! i should have a target at 42!
is it the city that makes me feel lost, inadequate? or is it life that does it?
i was lying on the blue tablecloth on top of the doormat on the forever soggy lumps of grass. Looking up into the clear blue sky, way up a huge bird was circling, and then two planes crossed their cloudy white tails.
Helen sat on the little African chair, mumbling almost, telling me her life story as she must have done a hundred times before, she drifts off and doesn't feel her words anymore, grown up in Italy, Norwegian mother, Dutch father, learning French, Italian, Norwegian, Dutch getting lost, leaving school, repressed by mother, getting pregnant, drinking, – lots!, drugs then. He legend, why is nobody interested? I think of my grandmother and how she’d mumble away at her life story in much the same way. Íf someone would write a book about my life, – ‘ but no one has.
Then there is a story of the ashes of her dealer, someone should throw them out over sea, should she be the one- ‘he was no friend, he was my dealer’. She looks like Patty Smith and i´ve probably known her life story without her telling me, there is no surprise.
i look into the sky, the bird is gone, and the stripes of the planes have disappeared.
i share my garden with Helen. The fence dividing her little triangle from mine has long been gone, now we potter about the tiny square and try to fit in as much pants as possible.
i feel her frustration, she is a smart woman, past fifty now, and all she does is work with her hands, in the community glasshouses. i've seen them last year; i've seen her world and the kind of people that surround her. i can feel her frustration and somewhere it echoes mine. But i don’t want to talk about what i want, i couldn’t, i don’t know what i want.
i had come home at a loss on how to spend the evening. i had sat down at the concrete stream at the Blaak and phoned my friends, desperate for company, everybody had plans for the evening, i would have to cope with my own restlessness, no where to run to from oneself.
i had biked home past terraces crowded with loud people, but with no inclination to join in the boozing chatter.
Instead i had sat next to Helen and listened, I had felt my embarrassment – what if the neighbors hear us, i had felt my worry, – what if she falls back – i hardly ever close my doors, she could just walk in and take whatever she wants, – but what would i miss? i wonder.
i listen to her stagnated ambition, how her boss is her boss because of positive discrimination, how nobody helps her ahead, how she missed the boat a long time ago, how the sense of freedom has left her and jealousy remained. Of what? Of not having succeeded at some unformulated goal.
She talks about an accident she has had and how she lost a part of herself after that, a part of the self, – just gone, her voice sounds different now, this part she hasn't repeated again and again, she is making an effort to form her word, make sentences, she decided against another bottle of triple beer and sips the last bit out of her Chinese bowl.
We are almost at peace now, we look at the peonies blooming and decide on building a barbecue, ‘grilled sardines, that would be nice’. Later on i get drunk watching German krimi's and think maybe we could watch the telly together once in a while, me and Helen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCu4AYOW7Kc
Paper Moon. Manos Hatzidakis' music and Nikos Gatsos lyrics. A beautiful song..
'… if you believed in me a little, everything would be real..'
'.. without your love, the cosmos is .. smaller..'
.. Αν με πίστευες λιγάκι, θα' ταν όλα αληθινά..
.. Δίχως την δική σου αγάπη, είναι ο κόσμος πιό μικρός..
The Greek lanuage is .. music.
Dear Alexandra, why don't you try to read some Greek authors and poets… ?
Have a nice Saturday morning..
LOVE,
Thelma.
I THINK THAT SINCE MAN FIRST APPEARED ON EARTH HE`S BEEN MISSING SOMETHING OUT IN THE SPACE.COULD IT BE HOME? IF SO THAT`S WHY MOST OF US BELIEVE THAT THERE`S EXIST HEAVEN. PERHAPS THAT OUR NATURE AND THOSE WHOM WE CALL E.T. ARE THOSE WHO LET MAN ON EARTH
Thank yo Harrkar. Will try to find the books.
Dear Tikuli,thank you so much. I already read “The Scarlet letter”, but will search the other author.
Love
Alexandra
I am not sure, what all, you had read already.
Isaac Asimov and Jose Saramago are great authors.
I have read almost 4 Jose Saramago books, and based on our mutual interest ( Paulo), i would think, u would like Jose Saramago very much.
Books i have read ( The Double, The Cave, Blindness, Seeing ).
Isaac Asimov, a science fiction author, whom i recently heard from Paul Krguman, and going to read his books, as i came to know, the movie, “I, Robot' has taken from his novel.
hello Bright light .. i too love to read and I would recommend to you two of my favorite books
1. The greatest works of Khalil Gibran
2. The scarlet letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne
hope you will like them .
I am really so used to read.Some short time staying away from books is a real punishment for me. So, having enough time, I decided to go to the library. I took some books, but realized that cant find the books I know and I wanted, and now I have no idea about new names. Please dear friends, recommend some good readings. Need to read as I need fresh air. And now is harder,because I am more and more hard to please. Love much books with a mixture of genres, more Romantic, or philosophic.
Love
Alexandra