Rose Des Vents · 23 April 2012
♪ France Gall - La Rose Des Vents
Wind Rose
In my garden
But, I have no garden
In front of my house
But, I have no house
There’s a flower
It’s all I have
That flower
To breath the wind rose
I turn my head
To breath the wind rose
I turn my head often
In my boat
But, I have no boat
One day I’ll go
Who knows where I’ll go
It’s written in the flower
She has the plans
That flower
To breath the wind rose
I turn my head
To breath the wind rose
I turn my head often
This song
If it’s a song
I’ve made it for you
You who don’t exist
I sing it to the flower
She knows the secrets
This flower
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Another Dream · 12 April 2012
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
~ Edgar Allan Poe
I always have the weirdest dreams! I wish I could make a movie out of them, or better write them out so people could just imagine how it would have been. They’re so strange, that I get anxious to sleep at night just to see what’s going to happen next.
They’re in color (despite my film preference) and it’s like another world with people, streets, houses and places that I visit often, but Iv’e never seen in real life. Some of those places, I go since I was little and others, I stopped visiting for some reason I don’t know. It can also happen that I dream with something and then I live a similar situation in real life. But, that’s not frequent.
Another weird thing is that I’ve always dreamed with some kind of apocalypse since I can remember. It can be Jesus coming, aliens, air strike, asteroids, tsunamis (I’m just seeing one on TV… weird). Water. Lots of water in my dreams. Oh… and the ghosts! I wish I could show them, but I imagine it wouldn’t be much fun for others. Maybe dreams are only meaningful for their dreamers.
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Free · 9 February 2012
“Freedom (n.): To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing.”
~ Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
That was the day when a series of meaningless events became meaningful enough to me, to the point of panic, that I had to obey the little voice in my head and stop the plane when it was about to take off. I just had to get out of there! It was a scene to remember.
No, the plane didn’t crash. Nobody died (not that I know). They put me in another flight (no charge) and I went home, almost peacefully.
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In the Middle · 1 February 2012
“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”
~ Jane Austen
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Shadow of a Doubt · 22 January 2012
You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.
~Friedrich Nietzsche
I know this is obvious for some, but it can be helpful for others. I’m not super organized. I like things neat and clean, but I’m not the type of person who likes to categorize and label things.
One things that happens once in a while is forgetting which chemical I have in the bottle. I tried to label them once, but someone got my tape out of the place and I just wrote directly on the bottle, with a marker. Doing that a lot, I ended up with a bottle that has both Developer and Fixer written on it! I don’t know what I was thinking, but I often assume I’ll remember later. Well, I don’t.
So here’s the thing:
Developer (D-76 is what I use): Has a soapy texture similar to bleach.
Fixer: Doesn’t. :)
I’m not so good in identifying by the smell, so I just put a little on my fingers to feel it. Hey! Wash your hands very well! I had an accident once and it was not pretty.
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Disappearing · 15 January 2012
The Baroness: You’re far away. Where are you?
Captain von Trapp: In a world that’s disappearing, I’m afraid.
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Happy 2012! · 31 December 2011
Be the change that you wish to see in the world.
~Mahatma Gandhi
That we can all evolve as human beings and live with more love, peace and joy in our hearts in 2012 and ahead.
Wish everyone a wonderful New Year!
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Merry Christmas To All! · 22 December 2011
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;…
…
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle;
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Verses from: A Visit From Saint Nicholas, by Clement Moore.
More about it on Wikipedia.
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