“We all grow tired eventually; it happens to everyone. Even the sun, at the close of the year, is no longer a morning person.” ― Joyce Rachelle Till Next Time, Take Care of Yourselves and Each Other .
…..As the days pass by The lonely soul became More lonely, with no other souls as his companion The lonely soul wanders Alone in the walks of life The lonely soul decides Not to die, but to face Life in all its hardships The lonely soul wanders *Tegucigalpa, Honduras View of a butterfly […]
. Κάννες 2019: «Τα Χελιδόνια της Καμπούλ» υπόσχονται ομορφιά και συγκίνηση Το βιβλίο του Γιασμίνα Χάντρα μεταφέρθηκε στο σινεμά σε μια ταινία κινουμένων σχεδίων από τις Ελεά Γκομπέ Μέβελεκ και Ζαμπού Μπράιτμαν “No man owes anything whatsoever to a woman.” In Kabul, capital of Afghanistan, in the late 1990s, the reign of the Taliban […]
. These posters are definitely not in Instagram-friendly format and some of them date back to the very first European elections. From 1979 to 2019, have a look at these election posters to get a feel of a different era. Posters from Italy in 2004, UK in 1979. Some gymnastics and we are good to […]
. Στη «Νοσταλγία», ο Ντομένικο είναι ο τρελός του χωριού. Στο λόγο του απέναντι στην «καλοθρεμμένη, ικανοποιημένη, τυφλή πλειονότητα», που δεν είναι τίποτα λιγότερο από συγκλονιστικός, πριν αυτοπυρποληθεί, φωνάζει: Τι κόσμος είναι αυτός αν ένας τρελός σας λέει ότι πρέπει να ντρέπεστε; Domenico’s speech: “What ancestor speaks in me? I can’t live simultaneously in my […]
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For centuries I ask God to give me the right of light, so I can fearlessly go to the age of the flowers. He has reasons to keep me uncertain, he says. And he insists that I still need to figure out the beauties of guilt, to get rid of the idea of immortality once […]
“Who knows if the moon is a balloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky filled with pretty people? ( and if you and I should get into it, if they should take me and take you into their balloon, why then we’d go up higher with all the pretty people than […]
. Don’t sell mirrors in the marketplace of the blind . Don’t recite any poems in the marketplace of the deaf. Μη πουλάς καθρέφτεs, στην αγορά των τυφλών, μην απαγγέλλεις ποιήματα, στην αγορά των κουφών. .
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ΕfiSoul63 
you’ve brought one of Leon Gieco’s most incredible songs. I remember when I interviewed him, years ago, and asked him about the future of America Latia and he answered me by taking the booklet of the CD “Messages of the Soul” and began reciting the lyrics of Five Centuries the same. I’ve been saving to record this time. this post is essential and sensitive.
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For you with love!!
Messages of the soul
In my country every year there are 15,000 children who fly
like little angels with their wings on the good air
with the luck and calm to have not known anything
to keep them good perhaps God stole these souls
What do you think when I tell you about all that happened
Did you see that all things are known with time
free and still living the Catholic who blessed this
lost long ago his place in heaven
All the days it takes you to understand how this happened
will serve you in another time to be somewhat more free
They are the only words I ask you to hear
if I do not die of shame here today
for everyone equally someone awaits us
and there is no escaping the fact that you will weep
What immense dignity to continue to believe in life
when simply seeing a flower growing among the ruins
Your song was the wheel of the days that followed
your song went far beyond the death they gave you
do not be afraid we have turned our back on the horror
a somewhat calmer wind comes with a message
The dust of these streets turns a saint into a repressor
inflicts pain on the innocent and awakens the murderer
lump of oblivious ice and to say nothing about anything
how many Mirandas fall without seeing what is happening
you do not feel pain as your neighbour is struck
he who sends you to kill does it to feel more alive
They are messages of the soul
the whole truth very clearly wounds the cowardly
blond angel of death who did little for you
the hymn, Jesus, the flag, and the sun you saw.
What immense dignity to continue to believe in life
when simply seeing a flower growing among the ruins
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