Be yourself, everybody else is already taken.
Oscar Wilde
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
A city for me
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Civilization
The skylines lit up at dead of night, the air-conditioning systems
cooling empty hotels in the desert and artificial light in the middle
of the day all have something both demented and admirable about them.
The mindless luxury of a rich civilization, and yet of a civilization
perhaps as scared to see the lights go out as was the hunter in his
primitive night.
- Jean Baudrillard
Friday, December 25, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
What if
Silences and nights into words.
Monday, December 21, 2009
It stands as a scar.
Memories
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Faces
Saturday, December 19, 2009
The clear view
Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
The world is so empty
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
White in my hair
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Watching the moods
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Happiness
Hope is like a road
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
people have been banned.
Human rights pale beside the rights of machines. In more and more
cities, especially in the great metropolises of the South, people have
been banned. Automobiles usurp human space, poison the air, and
frequently murder the interlopers who invade their conquered territory
-and no one lifts a finger to stop them. Is there a difference between
violence that kills by car and that which kills by knife or bullet?
- Eduardo Galeano
Tree at my window
Monday, December 7, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Love quote
Saturday, December 5, 2009
The clown
Friday, December 4, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Urban landscapes
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Where the dreams are made
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Like the palm tree
Monday, November 30, 2009
Gardeners
Sunday, November 29, 2009
I cannot be dictated to by a watch.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Dawns and sunsets in books.
Friday, November 27, 2009
I was absent
Thursday, November 26, 2009
To love is to be vulnerable.
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
C.S. Lewis
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
There's a bluebird
Monday, November 23, 2009
A bus came.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Edge
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Insect view
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
A tree
Monday, November 16, 2009
Love quote
Sunday, November 15, 2009
understanding someone
Saturday, November 14, 2009
fatal to prejudice
Friday, November 13, 2009
The things that really matter
Thursday, November 12, 2009
There is simply the rose.
These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time for them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. But man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or heedless of the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future. He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives nature in the present, above time.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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