Thursday, June 2, 2011

Summer break

For him in vain the envious seasons roll, Who bears eternal summer in his soul.
Oliver Wendell Holmes

Dear readers, Luisa and i will make a summer pause with the blog, but we will be back soon with new matches.
Until then, enjoy the summer!

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

women and cats.

Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.
Robert A. Heinlein

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Perfect speed

You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn’t have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there.
Richard Bach (Jonathan Livingston Seagull)

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Words and edges.

All our words from loose using have lost their edge.
Ernest Hemingway

Friday, May 20, 2011

A Cloud

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

protest against the darkness.

The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.
George Eliot

Thursday, May 12, 2011

At the close of a winter day

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
Elizabeth Bowen

Sunday, May 8, 2011


Simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance.
Coco Chanel

Thursday, May 5, 2011


It's my belief we developed language because of our deep inner need to complain.
Jane Wagner

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

To get to know a country

To get to know a country, you must have direct contact with the earth. It's futile to gaze at the world through a car window.
Albert Einstein

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Freshness of beginnings

Every moment is a fresh beginning.
T. S. Eliot

Monday, April 25, 2011

Win the sky.

The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Gray faces

My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are gray faces that peer over my shoulder.
William Golding

Sunday, April 17, 2011

The past.

The past is a mist.
Harold Pinter

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Beautiful shadows

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.
Sylvia Plath

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Perfumes of night

Night is a dead monotonous period under a roof; but in the open world it passes lightly, with its stars and dews and perfumes, and the hours are marked by changes in the face of Nature. What seems a kind of temporal death to people choked between walls and curtains, is only a light and living slumber to the man who sleeps afield.
Robert Louis Stevenson

Sunday, April 3, 2011


Flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men or animals. Some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock.
Henry Ward Beecher

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Sunshine and a bench

We spend our life, it's ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench.
Samuel Beckett

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Great deeds.

All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner or in a restaurant's revolving door.
Albert Camus

Friday, March 25, 2011

Magic carpet

Imagination is the true magic carpet.
Norman Vincent Peale

Friday, March 18, 2011


I do not fear computers. I fear the lack of them.
Isaac Asimov

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

The Sea

The Sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.
Jacques-Yves Cousteau

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Nothing gold can stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost

Monday, March 7, 2011

Begin again.

Part broken - part whole, you begin again.
Jeanette Winterson

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Things have changed

For most of history, man has had to fight nature to survive; in this century he is beginning to realize that, in order to survive, he must protect it.
Jacques-Yves Cousteau

Monday, February 28, 2011

intellectual refugees

There weren't any curtains in the windows, and the books that didn't fit into the bookshelf lay piled on the floor like a bunch of intellectual refugees.
Haruki Murakami

Thursday, February 24, 2011

A dog's point of view

From the dog's point of view, his master is an elongated and abnormally cunning dog.
Mabel Louise Robinson

Monday, February 21, 2011

Plant a tree.

On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree.
W.S. Merwin

Thursday, February 17, 2011

In the sea

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea.
E.E. Cummings

Monday, February 14, 2011

Useless beauty.

Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless.
John Steinbeck

Thursday, February 10, 2011


Bloom where you're planted.
Afghan proverb

Monday, February 7, 2011

Tiny place.

Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.
Gustave Flaubert

Thursday, February 3, 2011

I've seen it all

I've seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening train.
Tom Waits

Monday, January 31, 2011

Like drops.

There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.
Dorothy Parker

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Wires of life

All the complex wires of life were stripped out and he could see the structure of life.
Annie Proulx

Monday, January 24, 2011

Love blossom.

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Pablo Neruda

Thursday, January 20, 2011

The road

The Road Goes Ever On

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

J. R. R. Tolkien

Monday, January 17, 2011

No fixed plans, not intent on arriving.

A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving.
Lao Tzu

Wednesday, January 12, 2011


Our dreams are luminous, a cast fire upon the world. Morning arrives and that's it.
Sunlight darkens the earth.
Charles Wright

Sunday, January 9, 2011

obvious things

The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.
Arthur Conan Doyle

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Leaves are the snow of autumn

A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.
E. E. Cummings

Monday, January 3, 2011

A rose's dress.

Tell me, is the rose naked
or is that her only dress?
Pablo Neruda