Arhivă | Martie 2016

Meșteșugul ..de miercuri ( Hero material… and quotes)

 

“We are all ordinary. We are all boring.
We are all spectacular. We are all shy. We are all bold.
We are all heroes. We are all helpless.
It just depends on the day.”
Brad Meltzer

“In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.”
Robert Lynd

little hero

 

I think that
one way or another, sooner or later
every being or creature, big or small
clearly is 
…hero material.

In other words,
…extra-ordinary. 🙂

 

Because, again,  I remembered  another cute post last spring,

„I never saw a wild thing sorry for … ” 

And  here are other priceless jewels in the sky…

 

“Without birds, trees would be very lonely and men too!”
Mehmet Murat ildan

 

Anunțuri

Kinship

 

(originalul acestor versuri se numește Nuntire)

“The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue,
one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper
shades of night.”
Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

 

the Sun and the Moon
looking down
o’er the world wing their crown

vaulting over star dew, serene
over wide blue never seen
across pure to azure, they dwell in deep-seated harmony
thoughts gliding from Pluto to nigh sailing Mercury

the Sun shines over the day and the Moon,
gazing down
the moon shines over the night
misty crown
the golden secret of two
over a blue me and you

for here, on Earth, you and I
bearing within us the sky
we dance away beneath whispering stars
trying to reach beyond rails and bars

wandering between Venus and Mars

 

And the original,  a year ago, today…  : )

 

…because sky is no limit.

Alb de sfârșit de martie… / Snowy March

 

Azi dimineață la cafea..  alb de sfârșit de martie. Și nu mă refer la.. petale. 🙂
Ianuarie și februarie, par să fi dat… ramura cu ușor îmbobocitul martie. Printre.. fulgi de zăpadă.
Așa.. de aproape la revedere?!

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Coffee and.. rainy snow, this morning.
January and February seemed to have shaken.. snowy branches with.. buddy March. 😀
Saying.. hello and good bye?!

 

Cer supărat, copaci plânși… picături puțin triste.
Ploaie mohorâtă.. cu nea.

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Grumpy skies, pouty trees… jumpy drops.
It’s raining.. snow.

 

Dar dumneaei nici că-i pasă.

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Somebody cute doesn’t really seem to care. 😀

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După amiază… copăcel rătăcit și iarba de sub el. 🙂

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Early afternoon… hidden little tree and the grass below.

 

Și încă un copăcel și iarba pieptănată.. alb-verde.

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Another little tree and the..  combed white green grass. 🙂

 

Isteață și colorată idee, cine, ce și cum, de a… în/rămuri așa un mărțișor. 🙂
Sau oare.. draga de ea, natura, reamintindu-ne? Ca de final de martie.
De.. aproape aprilie?
Oricum eu am spus un mulțumesc cu mult drag. Așa, printre click-uri.

^^

So happy to see that somebody had the idea of playing with.. the symbol of March, lucky thread around the branch of that tree, among the white blossom.
Or was it.. dear nature, smartly welcoming April on its way here?
Anyway,  I… the more clicks, the more thanks. 😀

 

Șiii.. oare-l păcălim noi pe.. 1 aprilie și-l îmbrăcăm poate în.. alb și roșu?
Nu cred că s-ar supăra nimeni să o luăm de la capăt cu mărțișoare… ghiocei și viorele.
Pentru că știm, nu? Cu o floare nu se face primăvară…

…dar sigur se face o poză cât de cât reușită! (cu telefonul?!) 😀

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I wonder, can we trick April 1st and maybe dress it in.. red and white clothes? 🙂
Maybe to remind it of its younger sibling, the 1st of March?
I think nobody would mind going back to gentle spring flowers in early skies of grass…

…and cute playful photos!

:))

Note the quote… in warm spring coat

 

“…so i will greet you
in a way
all loved things
are meant to be greeted

with a tear in my heart
and a poem in my eye.”
Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

Cerul din iarbă…/ The Sky in the Grass

“It is such a secret place,
the land of tears.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

“A thousand laughing suns are in your eyes. A thousand crying stars in mine.”
Ahmad Shamlou

light tears

 

“When a stargirl cries, she sheds not tears but light.”
Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl

 

“If eyes are windows to the soul, then tears are heaven’s rain.”
Anthony Liccione

the sky in the grass