Saturday, April 24, 2010
γιατί με χρεώσατε ρεεεεεε!
"Βάσει ακόμη και των πιο αισιόδοξων προβλέψεων, υπολογίζουμε ότι οι δανειακές ανάγκες της Ελλάδας θα φθάσουν στα 67 δισ. ευρώ ή ακόμη υψηλότερα εντός των επόμενων ετών. Υπό αυτό το πρίσμα, το χρέος της χώρας θα φθάσει στο 150% του ΑΕΠ έως το 2014, δηλαδή επίπεδο το οποίο έχει κατορθώσει να ξεπεράσει μόνο η Ιαπωνία".
"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler
Breast Cancer Awareness
Venus might not be able to check her breasts but you can.
Being breast aware
Whatever your age, size or shape it’s important to take care of your breasts. Breast cancer is the most common cancer in the UK, so it’s important to look after your breasts by being breast aware.
Being breast aware is an important part of caring for your body. It means getting to know how your breasts look and feel, so you know what is normal for you. You can then feel more confident about noticing any unusual changes.
How do I check my breasts?
There’s no right or wrong way to check your breasts. Try to get used to looking at and feeling your breasts regularly. You can do this in the bath or shower, when you use body lotion, or when you get dressed. There’s really no need to change your everyday routine. Just decide what you are comfortable with and what suits you best.
Remember to check all parts of your breast, your armpits and up to your collarbone.
The breast awareness 5-point code
1. Know what is normal for you
2. Know what changes to look and feel for
3. Look and feel
4. Report any changes to your GP without delay
5. Attend routine breast screening if you are aged 50 or over
from www.breastcancercare.org.uk/breast-cancer-breast-health/b...
Friday, April 23, 2010
Seymourpowell Aircruise Concept
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Cherry Blossoms @ Pagoda
From every direction
cherry blossom petals blow
into Lake Biwa
by Basho
Basho (bah-shoh), pseudonym of Matsuo Munefusa (1644-94), Japanese poet, considered the finest writer of Japanese haiku during the formative years of the genre. Born into a samurai family prominent among nobility, Basho rejected that world and became a wanderer, studying Zen, history, and classical Chinese poetry, living in apparently blissful poverty under a modest patronage and from donations by his many students. From 1667 he lived in Edo (now Tokyo), where he began to compose haiku.
"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler
cherry blossom petals blow
into Lake Biwa
by Basho
Basho (bah-shoh), pseudonym of Matsuo Munefusa (1644-94), Japanese poet, considered the finest writer of Japanese haiku during the formative years of the genre. Born into a samurai family prominent among nobility, Basho rejected that world and became a wanderer, studying Zen, history, and classical Chinese poetry, living in apparently blissful poverty under a modest patronage and from donations by his many students. From 1667 he lived in Edo (now Tokyo), where he began to compose haiku.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Moonshine, Orion Rising on Vilano Beach With Notes
Words (James Watkins)
There are words above all others-
that fix themselves like stars-
bright beacons in the darkness-
heights hidden in the heart.
They alone take awesome stand--
against the tides of life-
in armed array of power-
an army clothed in might.
Like seeds that fall on watered ground-
form fertile flowing fields-
grown gentle- guides in patience pruned
with perfect plural yields.
Established on foundations strong-
bold buildings built to last-
against the rule of raging time-
eternally recast.
Triumphant- time-transcendent-
translucent, touched and twirled-
the truth unbound and glorious-
runs rampant through the world.
To conquer mountain standing tall
across the pilgrimed path.
And bring to birth the vision small-
the unseen to our grasp.
And leaving doubt behind us-
chaff driven by the wind-
each enemy of hope and faith-
unchallenged to an end.
Now standing hard behind us-
there thronged by secret thralls-
authority and mercy meet-
beyond the cloistered walls.
To loose the power petrified,
by fear’s unyielding grip.
Torn from years of solitude-
this single silent trip.
Bought before on battleground-
beyond the mortal veil-
pursued by death- prevailing -
through ancient rights assailed.
Passed from grave to live again-
new formed the narrow path.
Within the reach of every man-
a gateway firm and fast.
Now brought to bear the tidings glad-
entrenched in solid ground-
in waking realms of glory-
a kingdom newly found.
Come taste the bread of heaven-
and drink the wine of life-
with fellowship and faithfulness
in everlasting light.
Where promises now harvested,
join late and early rain-
appearing at the altar bold-
the circumstances plain.
To stand behind each spoken word-
against the darkened lie-
that proudly boasts against us-
before an open sky.
And crushing all resistance-
bring victories large and small-
to every realm of being-
delivered from the fall.
Extending out beyond ourselves-
we yield to greater need-
and find that loss in giving-
makes living ...
a flowing stream.
"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler
There are words above all others-
that fix themselves like stars-
bright beacons in the darkness-
heights hidden in the heart.
They alone take awesome stand--
against the tides of life-
in armed array of power-
an army clothed in might.
Like seeds that fall on watered ground-
form fertile flowing fields-
grown gentle- guides in patience pruned
with perfect plural yields.
Established on foundations strong-
bold buildings built to last-
against the rule of raging time-
eternally recast.
Triumphant- time-transcendent-
translucent, touched and twirled-
the truth unbound and glorious-
runs rampant through the world.
To conquer mountain standing tall
across the pilgrimed path.
And bring to birth the vision small-
the unseen to our grasp.
And leaving doubt behind us-
chaff driven by the wind-
each enemy of hope and faith-
unchallenged to an end.
Now standing hard behind us-
there thronged by secret thralls-
authority and mercy meet-
beyond the cloistered walls.
To loose the power petrified,
by fear’s unyielding grip.
Torn from years of solitude-
this single silent trip.
Bought before on battleground-
beyond the mortal veil-
pursued by death- prevailing -
through ancient rights assailed.
Passed from grave to live again-
new formed the narrow path.
Within the reach of every man-
a gateway firm and fast.
Now brought to bear the tidings glad-
entrenched in solid ground-
in waking realms of glory-
a kingdom newly found.
Come taste the bread of heaven-
and drink the wine of life-
with fellowship and faithfulness
in everlasting light.
Where promises now harvested,
join late and early rain-
appearing at the altar bold-
the circumstances plain.
To stand behind each spoken word-
against the darkened lie-
that proudly boasts against us-
before an open sky.
And crushing all resistance-
bring victories large and small-
to every realm of being-
delivered from the fall.
Extending out beyond ourselves-
we yield to greater need-
and find that loss in giving-
makes living ...
a flowing stream.
Light Scrambler
I’VE FALLEN UPWARDS (James Watkins)
I’ve fallen upward,
Into the lights,
Slipping away from
Darkness and night.
Up through the evening,
Into the clouds,
Faster and faster,
Spinning around…
Celestial highways,
Smoother than sound,
Daylight and darkness,
Turned upside down!
I’ve fallen upward,
Flung from the earth
Leaving the ground
Of original birth…
Kaleidoscope colors,
Circling clowns,
Blended with backgrounds,
Faces and crowds.
Just one step forward,
A turn to the right,
A slight separation,
And I will take flight!
"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler
I’ve fallen upward,
Into the lights,
Slipping away from
Darkness and night.
Up through the evening,
Into the clouds,
Faster and faster,
Spinning around…
Celestial highways,
Smoother than sound,
Daylight and darkness,
Turned upside down!
I’ve fallen upward,
Flung from the earth
Leaving the ground
Of original birth…
Kaleidoscope colors,
Circling clowns,
Blended with backgrounds,
Faces and crowds.
Just one step forward,
A turn to the right,
A slight separation,
And I will take flight!
Lightning in Perhentian Island, Terengganu, Malaysia
The Tempest
by James T. Fields
We were crowded in the cabin;
Not a soul would dare to sleep:
It was midnight on the waters,
And a storm was on the deep.
’Tis a fearful thing in winter
To be shattered by the blast,
And to hear the rattling trumpet
Thunder, “Cut away the mast!”
So we shuddered there in silence,
For the stoutest held his breath,
While the hungry sea was roaring,
And the breakers threatened death.
And as thus we sat in darkness,
Each one busy in his prayers,
“We are lost!” the captain shouted,
As he staggered down the stairs.
But his little daughter whispered,
As she took his icy hand,
“Isn’t God upon the ocean,
Just the same as on the land?”
Then we kissed the little maiden,
And we spoke in better cheer;
And we anchored safe in harbor
When the morn was shining clear.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
The Great Orion Nebula...and N.Vrettakos
The Great Orion Nebula
The Orion Nebula (also known as Messier 42, M42, or NGC 1976) is a diffuse nebula situated south[b] of Orion's Belt. It is one of the brightest nebulae, and is visible to the naked eye in the night sky. M42 is located at a distance of 1,344 ± 20 light years and is the closest region of massive star formation to Earth. The M42 nebula is estimated to be 24 light years across. Older texts frequently referred to the Orion Nebula as the Great Nebula in Orion or the Great Orion Nebula.
The Orion Nebula is one of the most scrutinized and photographed objects in the night sky, and is among the most intensely studied celestial features. The nebula has revealed much about the process of how stars and planetary systems are formed from collapsing clouds of gas and dust. Astronomers have directly observed protoplanetary disks, brown dwarfs, intense and turbulent motions of the gas, and the photo-ionizing effects of massive nearby stars in the nebula. There are also supersonic "bullets" of gas piercing the dense hydrogen clouds of the Orion Nebula. Each bullet is ten times the diameter of Pluto's orbit and tipped with iron atoms glowing bright blue. They were probably formed one thousand years ago from an unknown violent event.
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N. Vrettakos was born in the village of Kokees, near Sparta, and published his first collection of poems, Under Shadows and Lights, in 1929, at the age of seventeen. That same year he moved to Athens to attend university, but left after a year to take a series of jobs as a clerk in various businesses. In 1937 he began a thirty year career in the Greek Civil Service, also seeing combat service in the Greco-Italian War during this period. In 1967 he responded to the takeover of Greece by a military dictatorship by going into self-imposed exile in Switzerland and Italy, where he remained until returning to Greece in 1974. He also wrote a poem about Kostas Georgakis, the student who set himself ablaze in Genoa as a protest against the junta.
Nikiphoros Vretttakos was considered one of Greece's most important poets. He won a number of prizes and medals, including the Greek State Poetry Prize twice. Some of his poems became popular songs in musical settings by Greek composers, including Mikis Theodorakis. His verse was also translated into many languages. He was also elected as a member of the Academy of Athens in 1987.
Uploaded by brexians on 15 Apr 10, 10.31AM EEST.
"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler
The Orion Nebula (also known as Messier 42, M42, or NGC 1976) is a diffuse nebula situated south[b] of Orion's Belt. It is one of the brightest nebulae, and is visible to the naked eye in the night sky. M42 is located at a distance of 1,344 ± 20 light years and is the closest region of massive star formation to Earth. The M42 nebula is estimated to be 24 light years across. Older texts frequently referred to the Orion Nebula as the Great Nebula in Orion or the Great Orion Nebula.
The Orion Nebula is one of the most scrutinized and photographed objects in the night sky, and is among the most intensely studied celestial features. The nebula has revealed much about the process of how stars and planetary systems are formed from collapsing clouds of gas and dust. Astronomers have directly observed protoplanetary disks, brown dwarfs, intense and turbulent motions of the gas, and the photo-ionizing effects of massive nearby stars in the nebula. There are also supersonic "bullets" of gas piercing the dense hydrogen clouds of the Orion Nebula. Each bullet is ten times the diameter of Pluto's orbit and tipped with iron atoms glowing bright blue. They were probably formed one thousand years ago from an unknown violent event.
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N. Vrettakos was born in the village of Kokees, near Sparta, and published his first collection of poems, Under Shadows and Lights, in 1929, at the age of seventeen. That same year he moved to Athens to attend university, but left after a year to take a series of jobs as a clerk in various businesses. In 1937 he began a thirty year career in the Greek Civil Service, also seeing combat service in the Greco-Italian War during this period. In 1967 he responded to the takeover of Greece by a military dictatorship by going into self-imposed exile in Switzerland and Italy, where he remained until returning to Greece in 1974. He also wrote a poem about Kostas Georgakis, the student who set himself ablaze in Genoa as a protest against the junta.
Nikiphoros Vretttakos was considered one of Greece's most important poets. He won a number of prizes and medals, including the Greek State Poetry Prize twice. Some of his poems became popular songs in musical settings by Greek composers, including Mikis Theodorakis. His verse was also translated into many languages. He was also elected as a member of the Academy of Athens in 1987.
Uploaded by brexians on 15 Apr 10, 10.31AM EEST.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
The Last House
The Last House
"The last house..."
a poem by
Rainer Maria Rilke
The last house of this village stands
as alone as if it were the last house in the world.
The road, that the little village cannot hold,
moves on slowly out into the night.
The little village is but a place of transition,
expectant and afraid, between two vast distances,
a passageway along houses instead of a bridge.
And those who leave the village may wander
a long time, and many may die perhaps
along the way.
Rainer Maria Rilke
from The Book of Hours
"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler
"The last house..."
a poem by
Rainer Maria Rilke
The last house of this village stands
as alone as if it were the last house in the world.
The road, that the little village cannot hold,
moves on slowly out into the night.
The little village is but a place of transition,
expectant and afraid, between two vast distances,
a passageway along houses instead of a bridge.
And those who leave the village may wander
a long time, and many may die perhaps
along the way.
Rainer Maria Rilke
from The Book of Hours
Saturday, April 10, 2010
have a wonderful weekend my friends
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You came to me
Was like a dream
But maybe it`s time
I let you go
It`s all on me
Can I find it inside
And feel the fire burning in my eye
Can I give you up
Can I come back down
Gotta get you out of my head
And I wonder why
I`m addicted to love
One day I will run away from you and thïs love
Thursday, April 1, 2010
for the Lorelei
"We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not."
Heraclitus the Riddler
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Nature by Numbers
Nature by Numbers from Cristóbal Vila on Vimeo.
A SHORT MOVIE INSPIRED ON NUMBERS, GEOMETRY AND NATURE.
Go to www.etereaestudios.com if you are looking for more information: the theory behind the movie (Fibonacci, Golden Ratio, Delaunay, Voronoi…), stills and screenshots showing the work in progress. There are lots of free training materials and 3D workshops, too ;-)
"We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not."
Heraclitus the Riddler
Monday, March 15, 2010
Η ΒΑΡΚΟΥΛΑ
Τι έχεις και βλέπεις έτσι συλλογισμένος αυτό το καΐ κι; ρωτάει η Μαριγή το Φώτη, τον άντρα της, ε κεί που καθότανε κοντά στο παράθυρο, κατά το γιαλό.
— Να, βλέπω τη θάλασσα, και θαμάζω την ομορφιά της. Τι βλέπω!
— Δεν έβλεπες τη θάλασσα. Το καΐκι έβλεπες. Τι είναι αυτό το καΐκι;
— Καλά, το ’βλεπα και το καΐκι με τ’ άσπρα πανιά του.
— Και τι συλλογιούσουν;
— Τι καλά να μας φέρνει!
— Χριστέ και Παναγιά μου! Να μη θέλει μαθές αυτός ο χριστιανός να μου πει κι ένα στοχασμό του!
Κι έφυγε η Μαριγή θυμωμένη.
Έμεινε μονάχος του ο Φώτης. Έριξε μια ματιά κατά την πόρτα χαμογελώντας, κούνησε το κεφάλι του, κι άρχισε να μιλάει μοναχός του:
— Έβλεπα, έβλεπα, και που να σου τα λέω. Μαριγή μου, τι έβλεπα! Τη μοίρα σου και τη μοίρα μου έβλεπα. Την αγάπη μου και την ελπίδα μου έβλεπα. Να τι έβλεπα.
Και γύρισε πάλι κατά τη θάλασσα και κοίταζε το καΐκι ο Φώτης.
— Να το, κι αράζει πάλι. Κάτω τα πανιά, μάγινα το σίδερο. Όξω οι ναύτες και ίσια στο καπηλειό. Όξω τα βαρέλια κι οι βρόμες. Να τες οι γλυκές οι ελπίδες. Κατέ βα και πήγαινε να τις δεις και να τις καμαρώσεις. Σαρδέλες και σιντίνα!
Και στάθηκε πάλι συλλογισμένος.
— Είναι τώρα τρία χρόνια που έβλεπα μια βαρκούλα, μακριά μακριά, στου πελάγου την άκρη. Εν’ άσπρο σημαδάκι, και τίποτις άλλο. Μα τι ομορφιά που την είχε στα γαλάζια νερά! Το κοίταζα και δεν το χόρταινα. Σιγά σι γά από σημαδάκι έγινε σωστό πανί, ένα πανί και καλό το είχε η αξέχαστη εκείνη βαρκούλα. Μα τι πεταλούδα ήταν εκείνη! Τι μαγευτικό πράμα! Χρόνος πέρασε, κι ακόμα έπαιζε η βαρκούλα στα γαλάζια νερά! Άλλος ένας χρόνος, κι έβλεπες και το χαριτωμένο σκαφάκι της, που τάσκιζε τα κύματα κι όλο ήρχουνταν, ήρχουνταν. Ακόμα λιγάκι, κι έβλεπες και τα ναύτη μες στη βαρκούλα. Τι μαγευτικό πράμα. Τι Θεός εκείνος που αρμένιζε εκεί μέσα! Έλεγε κι έπαιζε με τη θάλασσα το σκαφάκι, καθώς επλησίαζε την ακρογιαλιά. Έτσι σου ερχότανε να τρέξεις και να τ’ αγκαλιάσεις. Τ’ άκουγες τώρα το γλυκό μουρμουρητό του αφρού που σήκωνε η πεταχτή πλώρη του, τ’ άκουγες και το πανάκι που πετούσε στ’ αγέρι καθώς κατέβαινε. Κατέβηκε το πανί. Σηκώνετ’ ο ναύτης, το δένει, παίρνει το κοντάρι, και φέρ νει τη βάρκα κατά την ακρογιαλιά. Τρέχω να πηδήξω μέ σα και να τη χαρώ τη βαρκούλα. Τι πράμα ήταν εκείνο! Τι ανυπόφερτη σιντίνα και ψαρίλα, τι παλιόξυλα και κατραμωμένα σκοινιά ριχμένα δω και κει! Κι ο ναύτης! Τι χαμένο κορμί, που μήτε με καλημέρισε! Αχ, ήταν η α γάπη μου κι η ελπίδα μου! Κατάλευκη βαρκούλα στα μα κριά, και στ’ άραγμά της — ψαρόβαρκα!
ΑΡΓΥΡΗΣ ΕΦΤΑΛΙΩΤΗΣ
ΑΠΟ ΤΙΣ ΝΗΣΙΩΤΙΚΕΣ ΙΣΤΟΡΙΕΣ
"Ποταμοῖς τοῖς αὐτοῖς ἐμβαίνομέν τε καὶ οὐκ ἐμβαίνομεν, εἶμέν τε καὶ οὐκ εἶμεν." "We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not." Heraclitus the Riddler
— Να, βλέπω τη θάλασσα, και θαμάζω την ομορφιά της. Τι βλέπω!
— Δεν έβλεπες τη θάλασσα. Το καΐκι έβλεπες. Τι είναι αυτό το καΐκι;
— Καλά, το ’βλεπα και το καΐκι με τ’ άσπρα πανιά του.
— Και τι συλλογιούσουν;
— Τι καλά να μας φέρνει!
— Χριστέ και Παναγιά μου! Να μη θέλει μαθές αυτός ο χριστιανός να μου πει κι ένα στοχασμό του!
Κι έφυγε η Μαριγή θυμωμένη.
Έμεινε μονάχος του ο Φώτης. Έριξε μια ματιά κατά την πόρτα χαμογελώντας, κούνησε το κεφάλι του, κι άρχισε να μιλάει μοναχός του:
— Έβλεπα, έβλεπα, και που να σου τα λέω. Μαριγή μου, τι έβλεπα! Τη μοίρα σου και τη μοίρα μου έβλεπα. Την αγάπη μου και την ελπίδα μου έβλεπα. Να τι έβλεπα.
Και γύρισε πάλι κατά τη θάλασσα και κοίταζε το καΐκι ο Φώτης.
— Να το, κι αράζει πάλι. Κάτω τα πανιά, μάγινα το σίδερο. Όξω οι ναύτες και ίσια στο καπηλειό. Όξω τα βαρέλια κι οι βρόμες. Να τες οι γλυκές οι ελπίδες. Κατέ βα και πήγαινε να τις δεις και να τις καμαρώσεις. Σαρδέλες και σιντίνα!
Και στάθηκε πάλι συλλογισμένος.
— Είναι τώρα τρία χρόνια που έβλεπα μια βαρκούλα, μακριά μακριά, στου πελάγου την άκρη. Εν’ άσπρο σημαδάκι, και τίποτις άλλο. Μα τι ομορφιά που την είχε στα γαλάζια νερά! Το κοίταζα και δεν το χόρταινα. Σιγά σι γά από σημαδάκι έγινε σωστό πανί, ένα πανί και καλό το είχε η αξέχαστη εκείνη βαρκούλα. Μα τι πεταλούδα ήταν εκείνη! Τι μαγευτικό πράμα! Χρόνος πέρασε, κι ακόμα έπαιζε η βαρκούλα στα γαλάζια νερά! Άλλος ένας χρόνος, κι έβλεπες και το χαριτωμένο σκαφάκι της, που τάσκιζε τα κύματα κι όλο ήρχουνταν, ήρχουνταν. Ακόμα λιγάκι, κι έβλεπες και τα ναύτη μες στη βαρκούλα. Τι μαγευτικό πράμα. Τι Θεός εκείνος που αρμένιζε εκεί μέσα! Έλεγε κι έπαιζε με τη θάλασσα το σκαφάκι, καθώς επλησίαζε την ακρογιαλιά. Έτσι σου ερχότανε να τρέξεις και να τ’ αγκαλιάσεις. Τ’ άκουγες τώρα το γλυκό μουρμουρητό του αφρού που σήκωνε η πεταχτή πλώρη του, τ’ άκουγες και το πανάκι που πετούσε στ’ αγέρι καθώς κατέβαινε. Κατέβηκε το πανί. Σηκώνετ’ ο ναύτης, το δένει, παίρνει το κοντάρι, και φέρ νει τη βάρκα κατά την ακρογιαλιά. Τρέχω να πηδήξω μέ σα και να τη χαρώ τη βαρκούλα. Τι πράμα ήταν εκείνο! Τι ανυπόφερτη σιντίνα και ψαρίλα, τι παλιόξυλα και κατραμωμένα σκοινιά ριχμένα δω και κει! Κι ο ναύτης! Τι χαμένο κορμί, που μήτε με καλημέρισε! Αχ, ήταν η α γάπη μου κι η ελπίδα μου! Κατάλευκη βαρκούλα στα μα κριά, και στ’ άραγμά της — ψαρόβαρκα!
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Sunday, March 7, 2010
Going home
Going Home
by Kathryn Seifert, Ph.D.
Family around
My casket abound;
Grief in their hearts.
I cry for them;
They for their loss.
My life is done.
Woe mixed with joy, I'm
Going Home, Going Home.
I leave this earthly plane
And rise above my pain.
There's sunshine on my face;
Momma's at the gate.
Happily she waves
She knows that I am
Coming Home, Coming Home.
My heart can feel no bound.
My eyes fill up with tears.
Apart so many years,
I run to her with glee.
I want to feel her arms
Wrapped around my neck. I'm
Coming Home, Coming Home.
Elephant family going home at Amboseli, Kenya. No post processing -Seen in Explore, best position #72
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Finalist in Nikon Italy photo contest 2009, GREAT video here:
www.nikonclub.tv/video/Nital-Forum-Photo-Contest-2009/nfp...
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right
Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right
Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right
It's all right
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