Comments on: Tobacco kiosk

By: Annie

Annie — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 14:42:09 +0000

that goes back in time……….

:o)
<3

By: Pandora

Pandora — Thu, 14 Jul 2011 22:52:08 +0000

I think that many of us met you shortly afterwards, outside of a tobacco shop, by a crossroads in Melk, and you waved and smiled.

By: Jayeeta

Jayeeta — Tue, 31 May 2011 14:39:49 +0000

Something about tobacco:
what is cigarette?
a pinch of tobacco,rolled on paper,fire on one end,idiot on the other;
we share our love,hate,tragedy,comedy,agony,monotony with it;the smoke may help to cover up the sorrows & tireness;actually we share a love-hate relation with it-we know it’s dangerous but we r not ready to shun it.
But we should not make life like cigarettes that people spend money,buy & leave us burnt;we must b like drugs,people even die to buy us.

By: heta

heta — Sat, 10 Apr 2010 11:30:16 +0000

Really moving, heart-rending words.

By: jeeva

jeeva — Wed, 07 Apr 2010 09:49:33 +0000

Good to know you Warrior;
warrior of light……

By: Ilva Asote

Ilva Asote — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 19:38:45 +0000

God also smokes. Herbal cigarettes are just like tobacco…
Two of these herbs He loves to taste:
1] the passion flower (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Passionflower);
2] the herb that helps to forget the pain & tame one’s wild heart to love…
Which one could it be?

>>>

This night the Dog Star (Sirius) shines very bright… Somehow it reminded me how the Good Shepherd carried on his shoulder a lamb…

How do you think if a dog could find his Master’s bones among the bones of country folk, the poor, beggars and slaves???

Today I saw the Cathar Witch again, but don’t ask ‘how’… She asked which one of the bones I would bring to her if I were a dog? — The “little key” of the Master, the one with unique shape (like the small wave) – the CLAVICLE.

>>>

Some years ago (on April 1st!) I got a wonderful gift – the Golden Rose.
You see, God loves to smoke and JOKE!

By: Ilva Asote

Ilva Asote — Wed, 31 Mar 2010 22:04:42 +0000

Going back in time…

Can imagine a woman who smells like tobacco (because of her life in the fields of tobacco) and a man who smells like roses (because of his life in the field of roses)?

— What star have they both come from to meet here? —

Today the city I’m living in (Rositten) is the city of Rose – one of the three daughters of the king of the Cloud hill in Latvia. But what’s about him, as long as Destiny allows, he will keep smoking…

By: mari raphael

mari raphael — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 13:47:30 +0000

O mistério da Alma é manifestada pela presença da luz tão divina como a taça cheia do extase da vontade do Amor da Grande Mãe.

beijos,

Mari Raphael.

By: sheila may

sheila may — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 06:15:10 +0000

i felt like someone knocked and i was awaken.. its like you’ve always thought that someone will see you the way you want to be seen but certain thoughts are clouding it… like an angel, the moment that you’ve been hoping for has come and it all went well.. A spark of light.. A spark of life..
: )

By: Linda

Linda — Mon, 29 Mar 2010 15:20:18 +0000

Yeah, I sometimes feel useless and asking why I am here in this world…For what…

By: Jojo

Jojo — Tue, 23 Mar 2010 12:18:21 +0000

Thanks for sharing that poem. I could easily relate to that state of being when I sit there and feel the no sense of this world, of me and my thoughts, etc … and then, all of the sudden, getting up and coming back to this world. Strong poem. I could easily stay in that state of mind and no more move and stay there, but then a moment comes and as a Warrior, I need to come back and seek and search and move. Love, Jojo.

By: Mery

Mery — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 08:47:02 +0000

Thanks for this poem! It looks straight into me… ‘Even the tears cry…’ There is no better expression when your soul hurts.

By: Bryan

Bryan — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 13:06:28 +0000

Very Nice, brings it home to right now.

By: Kia

Kia — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 23:28:11 +0000

Desde criança em minha casa comemoramos São José.
Meu vô era devoto, tinha até anel, e minha vó sempre tinha neste dia bolo e docês como nos aniversários lá de casa. Quando soube por revista que vc comemorava este dia gostei muito. Saudações e feliz desaniversário!
Christina Machay

By: Marie

Marie — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 22:38:35 +0000

Hola, entonces…todo irá bien ! con o sin kiosko :)

Light & Love,

By: ALIZA

ALIZA — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 14:36:47 +0000

this poem is so human…

By: Esther

Esther — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 11:36:59 +0000

FELIZ FIESTA DE SAN JOSÉ, UN CHICO LLAMADO JOSÉ ME PUSO EN SU CAMINO, ME DIJO QUE LEYERA EL ALQUIMISTA DESDE ENCONTES HE APRENDIDO, EVOLUCIONADO Y SOBRETODO AMADO INCONDICIONALMENTE.
GRACIAS POR ESTA BELLA POESIA, YO APRENDIZ DE POETA ADMIRO TODO LO QUE SALE DIRECTO DEL CORAZÓN.
UN ABRAZO INMENSO

By: astronotoner

astronotoner — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 11:05:45 +0000

Happy Saint Joseph to everybody there,

What a beatiful sun is shining today !

By: margherita

margherita — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 10:49:01 +0000

Oggi è un giorno sereno, Paulo, goditi la Festa di S. Giuseppe. Anch’io sarò lì con Te, con voi, con il mio pensiero, con le mie preghiere, con la mia gioia di partecipare col mio spirito.
Auguri, Paulo!

By: margherita

margherita — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 10:43:19 +0000

Interessante che Paulo Coelho abbia sottoposto all’attenzione di tutti questo pezzo di poesia.
Sei un grande indagatore, amico scrittore, tu che canti inni all’amore, alla speranza, alla gioia. Chissà se pure tu, ogni tanto condividi le parole di Pessoa, gli stati d’animo.
Io sì, e questo credo che non significhi assolutamente essere tristi, o cupi, perchè, in fondo la vita è anche e sopratutto questo: dieci giorni di pioggia, vento e tempesta ed un giorno di sole, sorriso e brezza tiepida tra i capelli.
Ma è giusto che sia così perchè la natura dell’uomo non saprebbe apprezzare un giorno di tempesta e dieci di cielo azzurro. Quindi godiamoci fino in fondo ogni attimo di luce che Dio ci regala.E sorridiamo anche se l’oggi non è proprio sereno, perchè sopra le nuvole splende sempre il sole! Ciao!

By: Cristina

Cristina — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 09:30:31 +0000

Happy Saint Joseph, Paulo!
I will pray with you this evening.
Hope the Prayer we say will spread as the exercise of the “blue globe” all over the Universe!
Cristina

By: accidentado feliz

accidentado feliz — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 06:26:46 +0000

sigo sin saber si volveré al kiosk,seguramente con moderación las golosinas son buenas…aunque lo bueno es que sé que puedo pasar sin ellas,a veces dan ideas positivas y hay que aprovecharlas,muchos artistas crearon sus mejores obras gracias a su influencia.Estoy dándole vueltas a la cabeza pensando si el próximo profeta verdadero será hombre o mujer,porque todavia no he encontrado ninguna profecia de ese tipo y a mi me parece una posivilidad. amigos a las 8:30 me uniré a ustedes a la oración un abrazo

By: Wendy Soares

Wendy Soares — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 17:57:57 +0000

I didn’t like it at all… It seems like the writer only looks at the dark side of life, doesn’t value himself nor the beauty life has to offer. He’s to busy being unhappy and lonely that after a while it becomes part of him.
And yes, things never last forever neither does life but nothing truly ends or dies it simply changes form.
Maybe if he decided to see this, he wouldn’t be so bitter.

And when you value yourself, value the things you have, others will too… We’re never alone and if we are it’s because we chose it to be this way…

So yeah maybe i’m pretty harsh by saying this but… Get a grip, be brave and live life even when we know there’s a dark side to life… that’s the whole point and that’s what makes you a fighter…

Wendy Soares

By: redaleka

redaleka — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 17:50:17 +0000

I totally love it – Magical!

By: malaak

malaak — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 16:30:48 +0000

Always one thing as useless as the other,
Always the impossible as stupid as reality,
Always the mystery of the bottom as powerful as the mysterious dream of the top.
Always this or always some other thing, or neither one nor the other

Amazing…

By: christine castigliano

christine castigliano — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 16:10:58 +0000

Grief and praise, walking arm in arm on a street in the moment of now.

lovely. thank you.

By: Dor

Dor — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 15:12:36 +0000

Both poems are v.nice. I’m loving it.

By: primal

primal — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 15:11:41 +0000

oh im once again looking up to ur thots for taking my life baq to wat i wish…something so divine about u!

By: primal

primal — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 15:08:04 +0000

oh! so touching…amazing!

By: Nina

Nina — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 14:34:14 +0000

I LOVE YOUR POEM <3