Sunday, July 31, 2011

Le sourire de Jean-Claude Brinette



Le sourire
Jean-Claude Brinette

C'est toujours un cadeau
Il coûte un peu d 'effort
Mais donne du réconfort,
C'est une preuve d'affection,
Un peu de compréhension

Un sourire n'a pas d'âge
Si un petit bébé
Est capable de le donner,
Vous qui êtes âgés
Essayez ! Vous verrez

Un sourire c'est joli …
Au lieu d'être déprimé
De rester enfermé,
Sortez donc vos fossettes …
Voyez l'effet que vous faites.

C'est un rayon de soleil
Comme un brin de lumière,
Qui descend sur la Terre,
Il apporte dans le coeur
Un instant de bonheur.

Un sourire fait du bien
Tiens ! votre sourire revient
Et il vous fait du bien.
La vie est plus facile
Lorsqu'on se sent utile …

L’amour c’est…. Auteur inconnu


L’amour c’est….
Auteur inconnu

L'amour ce n'est pas uniquement des paroles;
ce n'est pas non plus les baisers.
L'amour, c'est un sentiment profond dont le coeur est le symbole.

Quand on s'aime, on offre sa tendresse, sa joie de vivre et
sa bonne humeur, avec plaisir;
on se donne, soi, tout entier, dans des gestes pleins d'allégresse.

Le bonheur de l'amour, c'est de pouvoir tout aimer,
aussi bien le corps que l'esprit, les idées, les différences;

Quand on arrive à oublier les défauts, à se baser sur les qualités,
on a vraiment trouvé le chemin de l'amour,
dans la pureté et la liberté.

Aimer, c'est être capable de pardonner; c'est dire à
l'autre qu'on l'aime, sans jamais se lasser; c'est être capable de
retenir sa langue afin de ne pas offenser; c'est reconnaître que l'on peut se tromper.

Un bouquet de bonheur/auteur inconnu



font size=4>Un bouquet de bonheur
Auteur inconnu

Pour pouvoir composer « un bouquet de bonheur »
Il faut bien commencer par semer dans nos coeurs.
Une graine de paix, d'amour et d'indulgence,
Une autre de charité, d'union et de tolérance.

Lorsque ces graines germeront dans nos consciences,
Nous pourrons récolter ces fleurs en abondance,
Composer un bouquet à notre propre convenance,
Un bouquet embaumé d'une suave fragrance.

Un petit brin de paix et nous serons sans guerre,
Un petit brin d'amour et nous serons des frères,
Un grand brin d'indulgence pour savoir pardonner,
Un petit brin de charité pour aider son prochain.

Un petit brin d'union, et nous serons des alliés,
Un dernier bras de tolérance et voici le bouquet !
« Un bouquet de bonheurs » de nos coeurs transformés,
Rendront le monde heureux, allons-nous le composer ?

Kind en mens by C.S. Adama van Scheltema

Kind en mens
C.S. Adama van Scheltema

Hoe heerlijk goed is 't een klein kind te wezen,
Klein voor de eenheid van het groot heelal,
De pracht, die nooit dit hart bereiken zal,
Waarnaar wie grooter ware' een wereld wezen.

0! in een kinderziel wijsheid te wegen,
Die 't wisslend leven al zijn kindren geeft,
Als elk maar weent en lacht - waarachtig leeft,
Zóó kind bij menschen is een rijke zegen!

Ik voel geen lastig lijf: - mijn ziel alleen
Buigt zich en luistert naar wat is geleden,
Een diepe rust ligt toovrend om mij heen
Naar 't oord, dat door geen mensch nog werd betreden.

De warme zon bloeit voor mijn stille voeten,
Mijn oogen lachen zacht, haar stil te groeten.

Cirkelloop by Albert Verwey

Cirkelloop
Albert Verwey (1865-1936)

Ik ben een vonk die doelloos, richtingloos,
Geworpen in 't heelal mijn vaart begon,
Toen bond me aldra aan zich een andre zon
En wentlend leef ik ongemeten poos,

Een kern van leven, in zichzelven voos,
Vol van de kracht die in en rond mij spon.
O dat ik zonder weten eeuwig kon
Wentlen in de onbegrepen stralenroos.

Oneindge wereld, onvoltooid heelal
En onbegonnen, maar waarin elk deel
Beeld van het heel is en een lichtgespeel

Langs de eeuwge banen, zeg, zal eenmaal, zal
Ooit zijn het eind van uw gestaadgen brand,
Gij diamant in 't holle van een hand?


Childhood by David Bates


Childhood
David Bates

Childhood, sweet and sunny childhood,
With its careless, thoughtless air,
Like the verdant, tangled wildwood,
Wants the training hand of care.

See it springing all around us --
Glad to know, and quick to learn;
Asking questions that confound us;
Teaching lessons in its turn.

Who loves not its joyous revel,
Leaping lightly on the lawn,
Up the knoll, along the level,
Free and graceful as a fawn?

Let it revel; it is nature
Giving to the little dears
Strength of limb, and healthful features,
For the toil of coming years.

He who checks a child with terror,
Stops its play, and stills its song,
Not alone commits an error,
But a great and moral wrong.

Give it play, and never fear it --
Active life is no defect;
Never, never break its spirit --
Curb it only to direct.

Would you dam the flowing river,
Thinking it would cease to flow?
Onward it must go forever --
Better teach it where to go.

Childhood is a fountain welling,
Trace its channel in the sand,
And its currents, spreading, swelling,
Will revive the withered land.


Childhood is the vernal season;
Trim and train the tender shoot;
Love is to the coming reason,
As the blossom to the fruit.

Tender twigs are bent and folded --
Art to nature beauty lends;
Childhood easily is moulded;
Manhood breaks, but seldom bends.

insightful love quotes


And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
William Shakespeare




Store well Life's sheaves, the grains of thought--
Your harvest will be good,
If sheaves are bound by ties of love,
And evil you've withstood.
ARDELIA COTTON BARTON, "Gathering of the Sheaves

Inspirational quotes about Joy


There are souls in this world which have the gift of finding joy everywhere and
of leaving it behind them when they go.
Frederick Wm. Faber

Inspirational quotes about life,nature and quietness


Sit in reverie, and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow




In oneself lies the whole world and if you know how to look and learn, the door is there and the key is in your hand. Nobody on earth can give you either the key or the door
to open, except yourself.
Jiddu Krishnamurti





All noise is waste. So cultivate quietness in your speech, in your thoughts, in your emotions.Speak habitually low. Wait for attention and then you low words will be charged with dynamite.
Elbert Hubbard




What we plant in the soil of contemplation, we shall reap in the harvest of action
Meister Eckhart

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Bienvenida del autor mario bendetti



Bienvenida
Mario Benedetti

Se me ocurre que vas a llegar distinta
no exactamente más linda
ni más fuerte
ni más docil
ni más cauta
tan solo que vas a llegar distinta
como si esta temporada de no verme
te hubiera sorprendido a vos también
quizá porque sabes
cómo te pienso y te enumero

después de todo la nostalgia existe
aunque no lloremos en los andenes fantasmales
ni sobre las almohadas de candor
ni bajo el cielo opaco

yo nostalgio
tu nostalgias
y cómo me revienta que él nostalgie

tu rostro es la vanguardia
tal vez llega primero
porque lo pinto en las paredes
con trazos invisibles y seguros

no olvides que tu rostro
me mira como pueblo
sonríe y rabia y canta
como pueblo
y eso te da una lumbre
inapagable
ahora no tengo dudas
vas a llegar distinta y con señales
con nuevas
con hondura
con franqueza

sé que voy a quererte sin preguntas
sé que vas a quererme sin respuestas.

Bienvenida-Mario Benedetti

ALMAS DE FLORES Poema del Autora Elizabeth Barret Browning

ALMAS DE FLORES
Poema del Autora: Elizabeth Barret Browning
Versión de Màrie Manent

Nos quedamos contigo, rezagadas,
las últimas de aquella muchedumbre,
como voz de quien canta
y sus propias canciones le enamoran.
Somos perfume y alma
de la flor y el capullo.
Tus pensamientos nos llevamos, cuando
nuestro aliento respiras,
hacia los amarantos de esplendores,
que en las colinas arden,
hacia tiernas campanas de los lirios
y grises heliotropos;

hacia llanos cubiertos de amapolas, que guardan
tal aliento de sueño y tal sonrojo,
que, al cruzarlas, los ángeles
habrán de parecerte más blancos todavía;
hacia el sesgo del río, de ajo silvestre orlado,
donde te solazaste un día entero,
hasta que tu sonrisa trocábase en devota
y el rezo florecía;
hacia la rosa oculta en el boscaje,
que vertía sus gotas de rocío en tu sueño;
y hacia aquellos asfódelos floridos
donde tu paso hundiste.
Tiramos de tu ropa
y tu pelo alisamos;
desfallecemos entre nuestras quejas
y sufrimos, perdidas por los aires.

Antelación del amor by Jorge Luis Borges


font size=4>Antelación del amor
Jorge Luis Borges


Ni la intimidad de tu frente clara como una fiesta
ni la privanza de tu cuerpo, aún misterioso y tácito y de niña,
ni la sucesión de tu vida situándose en palabras o acallamiento
serán favor tan persuasivo de ideas
como el mirar tu sueño implicado
en la vigilia de mis ávidos brazos.

Virgen milagrosamente otra vez por la virtud absolutoria del sueño,
quieta y resplandeciente como una dicha en la selección del recuerdo,
me darás esa orilla de tu vida que tú misma no tienes,
Arrojado a la quietud
divisaré esa playa última de tu ser
y te veré por vez primera quizás como Dios ha de verte,
desbaratada la ficción del Tiempo
sin el amor, sin mí.

Friday, July 29, 2011

Holy Sonnet VI: This Is My Play's Last Scene, Here Heavens Appoint by John Donne



Holy Sonnet VI: This Is My Play's Last Scene, Here Heavens Appoint
by John Donne

This is my play's last scene, here heavens appoint
My pilgrimage's last mile; and my race
Idly, yet quickly run, hath this last pace,
My span's last inch, my minute's latest point,
And gluttonous death, will instantly unjoint
My body and soul, and I shall sleep a space;
But my ever-waking part shall see that face,
Whose fear already shakes my every joint:

Then, as my soul, t' heaven her first seat, takes flight,
And earth-born body in the earth shall dwell,
So fall my sins that all may have their right
(To where they're bred, and would press me) to hell.
Impute me righteous, thus purged of evil,
For thus I leave the world, the flesh, the devil.

love quotes




Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don't know how
to replenish its source. It dies of
blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds; it dies
of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
Anais Nin




Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array,
Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.
William Shakespeare

Inpirational quotes about world,life,music



Let your mind start a journey thru a strange new world. Leave all thoughts
of the world you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be...
Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar, and you'll live as you've never lived before.
Erich Fromm




In oneself lies the whole world and if you know how to look and learn, the door is there
and the key is in your hand. Nobody on earth can give you either the key or the door
to open, except yourself.
Jiddu Krishnamurti



Music isn't just learning notes and playing them, You learn
notes to play to the music of your soul.
Katie Greenwood

Inspirational quotes about nature and landscape




Landscapes have a language of their own, expressing the soul of the things, lofty
or humble, which constitute them, from the mighty peaks to the smallest of the tiny flowers hidden in the meadow's grass. Alexandria David-neel





It is difficult to realize how great a part of all that is cheerful and delightful in the recollections of our own life is associated with trees.

Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term art, I should call it "the Reproduction of what the senses perceive in nature through the veil of the mist

What Are Years? by Marianne Moore



What Are Years?
by Marianne Moore

What is our innocence,
what is our guilt? All are
naked, none is safe. And whence
is courage: the unanswered question,
the resolute doubt, --
dumbly calling, deafly listening--that
in misfortune, even death,
encourages others
and in its defeat, stirs

the soul to be strong? He
sees deep and is glad, who
accedes to mortality
and in his imprisonment rises
upon himself as
the sea in a chasm, struggling to be
free and unable to be,
in its surrendering
finds its continuing.

So he who strongly feels,
behaves. The very bird,
grown taller as he sings, steels
his form straight up. Though he is captive,
his mighty singing
says, satisfaction is a lowly
thing, how pure a thing is joy.
This is mortality,
this is eternity.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Inspirational Love quotes

Music:Winter Waltz - STAMATIS SPANOUDAKIS





To love is not a passive thing. To love is active voice.
When I love I do something, I function, I give. I do not love
in order that I may be loved back again, but for the creative
joy of loving. And every time I do so love I am freed, at least
a little, by the outgoing of love, from enslavement to that most
intolerable of master, myself....
Bernard Iddings Bell.



What does open us is sharing our vulnerabilities. Sometimes we
see a couple who has done this difficult work over a lifetime.
In the process, they have grown old together. We can sense the
enormous comfort, the shared quality of ease between these people.
It is beautiful, and very rare. Without this quality of openness
and vulnerability, partners don't really know each other; they are
one image living with another image....
Charlotte Joko Beck.




Do not think that love, in order to be genuine, has to be
extraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired.
How does a lamp burn,if it is not by the continuous feeding
of little drops of oil?
When there is no oil, there is no light and the bridegroom
will say: "I do not know you".
Dear friends, what are our drops of oil in our lamps?
They are the small things from every day life: the joy,
the generosity,the little good things,the humility and
the patience.A simple thought for someone else. Our way
to be silent,to listen,to forgive, to speakand to act.
That are the real drops of oil that make our lamps burn
vividly our whole life.
Mother Teresa

inspirational quotes about animals




Be it human or animal, touch is a life-giving thing. Has anyone ever had a stroke
or a heart attack while cozied up with a pet? I doubt it.
Robert Brault






Why fly? Simple. I'm not happy unless there's some
room between me and the ground.
Richard Bach






I have been studying the traits and dispositions of the "lower animals" (so called) and
contrasting them with the traits and dispositions of man. I find the result humiliating to me.
MARK TWAIN, Letters from the Earth

Finding the will to win by Julie bartle



Finding the Will to Win
by Julie Bartle

What is this hole I feel inside
Dark, dead, just cast aside
Sometimes I feel it's filling up
Full of hope a brimming cup
But alas this warmth does last not long
A constant reminder of past long gone

You are not worthy little one
No happiness for you, you have not won
These are the voices that pull me down
a knowling look, a casting frown
More strength from somewhere I must find,
to piece together this confusing mind
Am I reading the signals wrong, left or right,
which one which one?

I can be good, honest, please
Trust me I have growing leaves
and through lifes seasons I will shed
these grasping feelings full of dread
A light has shone and pulled me in
She's winning, she's winning..a spreading grin

My babe in arms, all soft and smiles
keeping me warm for miles and miles
For him I wish the World to keep
My Proof, long after I'm asleep

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Inpirational quotes about happiness,spirituality




The kind of spirituality I value is one in which you get great joy out of contributing
to life, not just sitting and meditating, although meditation is certainly valuable.
But from the meditation,from the resulting consciousness, I would like to see people
in action creating the world that they want to live in.
Marshall Rosenberg





Don't postpone joy until you have learned all of your lessons. Joy is your lesson.
Alan Cohen




We as for long life, but 'tis deep life, or noble moments that signify.
Let the measure of time be spiritual, not mechanical.
Ralph Waldo Emerson




Friday, July 22, 2011

Under the watter by Thomas hardy



Under The Waterfall
by Thomas Hardy

'Whenever I plunge my arm, like this,
In a basin of water, I never miss
The sweet sharp sense of a fugitive day
Fetched back from its thickening shroud of gray.
Hence the only prime
And real love-rhyme
That I know by heart,
And that leaves no smart,
Is the purl of a little valley fall
About three spans wide and two spans tall
Over a table of solid rock,
And into a scoop of the self-same block;
The purl of a runlet that never ceases
In stir of kingdoms, in wars, in peaces;
With a hollow boiling voice it speaks
And has spoken since hills were turfless peaks.'

'And why gives this the only prime
Idea to you of a real love-rhyme?
And why does plunging your arm in a bowl
Full of spring water, bring throbs to your soul?'

'Well, under the fall, in a crease of the stone,
Though precisely where none ever has known,
Jammed darkly, nothing to show how prized,
And by now with its smoothness opalized,
Is a grinking glass:
For, down that pass
My lover and I
Walked under a sky
Of blue with a leaf-wove awning of green,
In the burn of August, to paint the scene,
And we placed our basket of fruit and wine
By the runlet's rim, where we sat to dine;
And when we had drunk from the glass together,
Arched by the oak-copse from the weather,
I held the vessel to rinse in the fall,
Where it slipped, and it sank, and was past recall,
Though we stooped and plumbed the little abyss
With long bared arms. There the glass still is.

And, as said, if I thrust my arm below
Cold water in a basin or bowl, a throe
From the past awakens a sense of that time,
And the glass we used, and the cascade's rhyme.
The basin seems the pool, and its edge
The hard smooth face of the brook-side ledge,
And the leafy pattern of china-ware
The hanging plants that were bathing there.

'By night, by day, when it shines or lours,
There lies intact that chalice of ours,
And its presence adds to the rhyme of love
Persistently sung by the fall above.
No lip has touched it since his and mine
In turns therefrom sipped lovers' wine.'

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Inspirational quotes:life,road




Once you realize that the road is the goal and that you are always on the road,
not to reach a goal, but to enjoy its beauty and its wisdom, life ceases to be
a task and becomes natural and simple, in itself an ecstasy.

How to See Deer By philip Booth



How to See Deer
by Philip Booth

Forget roadside crossings.
Go nowhere with guns.
Go elsewhere your own way,

lonely and wanting. Or
stay and be early:
next to deep woods

inhabit old orchards.
All clearings promise.
Sunrise is good,

and fog before sun.
Expect nothing always;
find your luck slowly.

Wait out the windfall.
Take your good time
to learn to read ferns;

make like a turtle:
downhill toward slow water.
Instructed by heron,

drink the pure silence.
Be compassed by wind.
If you quiver like aspen

trust your quick nature:
let your ear teach you
which way to listen.

You've come to assume
protective color; now
colors reform to

new shapes in your eye.
You've learned by now
to wait without waiting;

as if it were dusk
look into light falling:
in deep relief

things even out. Be
careless of nothing. See
what you see.






Every morning in Africa, a Gazelle wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning a Lion wakes up. It knows it must outrun the slowest Gazelle or it will starve to death. It doesn't matter whether you are a Lion or a Gazelle... when the sun comes up, you'd better be running.
Anonymous

inspirational quote about nature




The great teachings unanimously emphasize that all the peace, wisdom, and joy
in the universe are already within us; we don't have to gain, develop, or attain them.
We're like a child standing in a beautiful park with his eyes shut tight. We don't need
to imagine trees, flowers, deer, birds, and sky; we merely need to open our eyes and
realize what is already here, who we really are.
Bo Lozoff




Every now and again take a good look at something not made with hands --a mountain,
a star, the turn of a stream. There will come to you wisdom and patience and solace and,
above all, the assurance that you are not alone in the world.
Sidney Lovett




A healthy mind has an easy breath.




Bring me then the plant that points to those bright Lucidites swirling up from the earth,
And life itself exhaling that central breath! Bring me the sunflower crazed with the love of light
Eugenio Montale

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Die Auswanderer von Ferdinand Freiligrath



Die Auswanderer
Ferdinand Freiligrath

Ich kann den Blick nicht von euch wenden;
Ich muß euch anschaun immerdar:
Wie reicht ihr mit geschäft'gen Händen
Dem Schiffer eure Habe dar!
Ihr Männer, die ihr von dem Nacken
Die Körbe langt, mit Brot beschwert,
Das ihr aus deutschem Korn gebacken,
Geröstet habt auf deutschem Herd;

Und ihr, im Schmuck der langen Zöpfe,
Ihr Schwarzwaldmädchen, braun und schlank,
Wie sorgsam stellt ihr Krüg' und Töpfe
Auf der Schaluppe grüne Bank!

Das sind dieselben Töpf' und Krüge,
Oft an der Heimat Born gefüllt!
Wenn am Missouri alles schwiegen
Sie malten euch der Heimat Bild:

Des Dorfes steingefaßte Quelle,
Zu der ihr schöpfend euch gebückt,
Des Herdes traute Feuerstelle,
Das Wandgesims, das sie geschmückt

Bald zieren sie im fernen Westen
Des leichten Bretterhauses Wand;
Bald reicht sie müden braunen Gästen,
Voll frischen Trunkes, eure Hand.

Es trinkt daraus der Tscherokese,
Ermattet, von der Jagd bestaubt;
Nicht mehr von deutscher Rebenlese
Tragt ihr sie heim, mit Grün belaubt.

O sprecht! warum zogt ihr von dannen?
Das Neckartal hat Wein und Korn;
Der Schwarzwald steht voll finstrer Tannen,
Im Spessart klingt des Älplers Horn.

Wie wird es in den fremden Wäldern
Euch nach der Heimatberge Grün,
Nach Deutschlands gelben Weizenfeldern,
Nach seinen Rebenhügeln ziehn!

Wie wird das Bild der alten Tage
Durch eure Träume glänzend wehn!
Gleich einer stillen, frommen Sage
Wird es euch vor der Seele stehn.

Der Bootsmann winkt! - Zieht hin in Frieden:
Gott schütz' euch, Mann und Weib und Greis!
Sei Freude eurer Brust beschieden,
Und euren Feldern Reis und Mais!

Neue Liebe von Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff


Neue Liebe
Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff

Herz, mein Herz, warum so fröhlich,
So voll Unruh und zerstreut,
Als käm über Berge selig
Schon die schöne Frühlingszeit?
Weil ein liebes Mädchen wieder
Herzlich an dein Herz sich drückt,
Schaust du fröhlich auf und nieder,
Erd und Himmel dich erquickt.

Und ich hab die Fenster offen,
Neu zieh in die Welt hinein
Altes Bangen, altes Hoffen!
Frühling, Frühling soll es sein!

Still kann ich hier nicht mehr bleiben,
Durch die Brust ein Singen irrt,
Doch zu licht ist's mir zum Schreiben,
Und ich bin so froh verwirrt.

Also schlendr' ich durch die Gassen,
Menschen gehen her und hin,
Weiß nicht, was ich tu und lasse,
Nur, daß ich so glücklich bin.

Komm, Trost der Welt von Joseph von Eichendorff


Komm, Trost der Welt
Joseph von Eichendorff

Komm, Trost der Welt, du stille Nacht!
Wie steigst du von den Bergen sacht,
Die Lüfte alle schlafen,
Ein Schiffer nur noch, wandermüd,
Singt übers Meer sein Abendlied
Zu Gottes Lob im Hafen.

Die Jahre wie die Wolken gehn
Und lassen mich hier einsam stehn,
Die Welt hat mich vergessen,
Da tratst du wunderbar zu mir,
Wenn ich beim Waldesrauschen hier
Gedankenvoll gesessen.

O Trost der Welt, du stille Nacht!
Der Tag hat mich so müd gemacht,
Das weite Meer schon dunkelt,
Laß ausruhn mich von Lust und Not,
Bis daß das ewige Morgenrot
Den stillen Wald durchfunkelt.

Immortal by Daniel james Burt



Immortal
by Daniel James Burt

She is forever standing
at our secret pond
beneath our loving tree.
Welcome late-spring breeze
lifting summer dress and hat
ever so slightly.

She is dropping a rose
frozen forever in time
it cascades from her hand.
Around her, the pond,
the cat-tails, the bird song,
all captured deliciously.

She is smiling playfully
as rose follows petals
to rest amidst lily-pads.
A buzz of bumblebee,
breeze dancing leaves above,
mid-morning sun seems to kiss her.

She laughs hearing her name
turns with anticipation
burned forever is the sight.
Even as life continues -
for that split second
her beauty is immortalized.

TO see her is a picture By emily Dickinson



TO see her is a picture
BY Emily Dickinson

TO see her is a picture,
To hear her is a tune,
To know her an intemperance
As innocent as June;
By which to be undone
Is dearer than Redemption
Which never to receive,
Makes mockery of melody
It might have been to live.
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