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Thesis: To consider what the chance intersection of ideal beauty and intellectual confusion would mean in determining the fate of Earth. Phase 1: While touring San Francisco, I stayed at the Sir Francis Drake. The bartenders were adequate. Phase 2: I began a blog. I learned romance might exist, but depends upon whether a man and a woman can tread the maze individually and reach its center at the exact same instant in time. Phase 3: The center comes and goes as if it were a mirage.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Waiting for the dawning

GONE chasing feathers in the wind ....
BACK after the river of time crosses over into July ....

6 comments:

Anita said...: First all of my love with zeppelin are one of the greatest ever, i like the original best with zeppelin!!thos eguitars!!!!!awwwwww!!!itSoo beautiful makes me chilly all over:)

Beautiful photo too..waiting for the dawn..what are you thinking?
Thanx for showing!
Happiness is best shared:)
hugs&love from Norway!; June 11, 2014 at 8:42 AM
Kaya said...: The second house looks like a lighthouse. Am I right? I think I am. I recall a saying that if you open your eyes wide you will always see a lighthouse which will lead you to the right path. Just watch around you carefully.

That is what came on my mind when I looked at this photo. It's very beautiful, Fram. It must be ocean, somewhere close. I am just imagining.

Beautiful post!; June 12, 2014 at 12:17 AM
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Smareis said...: Fram a fotografia é bonita e bem curiosa, gosto desse colorido. O farol sempre me encanta, sinal que a luz vai brilhar os passos na direção certa. Posso sentir o vento trazendo o aroma do mar por trás dessas folhagens. Onde há um farol, há um mar, há um vento trazendo sempre esperança.
Fantástica essa musica bela orquestra.

Hoje estava ouvindo Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven Live, e o David Gilmour - Comfortably numb, adoro guitarra e Piano.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_cPxKq-gMDo)

Acredito que em outra vida eu era guitarrista e pianista rsrs. Como adoro esse som nos meus ouvidos.

Muito bons esses dois vídeo do Zeppelin que você escolheu...

Fram no final da semana eu respondo seu e-mail

Cuida-se!

Você só volta a atualizar em julho???

Envio um sorriso do Brasil.

(P.S: Desculpa acabei deletando dois comentários acima. Deu erro.); June 12, 2014 at 6:50 AM
A Cuban In London said...: Ah, the Zep. The Zep. The mighty Zep. 'nuff said. I call Jimmy the "riff machine". Thanks.

Greetings from London.; June 13, 2014 at 9:02 PM

The Actual Instant of Love, from Fram

I am a jealous guy, of the sort John Lennon sang about. Any man who says he is not a jealous guy either has no genuine depth of feelings for the woman he is saying it about or is a liar. I can remember very distinctly, for example, when my feelings for my wife vanished. It happened in an instant. When love vanished, so did jealousy.

Actual love happens in an instant, I believe, although it does not always seem to be that way. I am not talking about "love at first sight," but, rather, "love at first instant." This means two people might have known each other for weeks, even for years, before the "instant" occurs. It comes with a single sentence spoken by one, or a single action taken by one, that strikes the other like lightning.

Affection grows; love is born. Love also disappears in an instant, I believe, although it does not always seem to happen that way. Incidental to my point, I do not believe in "love at first sight." That is no more than simple, physical or emotional attraction, which is the cause of countless and never-ending problems.

Time retains ....

Time retains
its sacred right to meddle
in each earthly affair.
Still, time's unbounded power
that makes a mountain crumble,
moves seas, rotates a star,
won't be enough to tear
lovers apart: they are
too naked, too embraced,
too much like timid sparrows.

Old age is, in my book,
the price that felons pay,
so don't whine that it's steep:
you'll stay young if you're good.
Suffering doesn't insult the body.
Death? It comes in your sleep,
exactly as it should.

When it comes, you'll be dreaming
that you don't need to breathe;
that breathless silence is
the music of the dark
and it's part of the rhythm
to vanish like a spark.

Wislawa Szymborska
poet, essayist & translator
Nobel Prize for Poetry 1996
"Entropy"

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Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Waiting for the dawning

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