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I am aware that this photo is not important to be there, when one is ill, they look for comfort, they are my consolation and happiness, Aìn and his partner Lluis _____lurdes. ; )
Be the author of your own story. Your inner narrative will dictate your actions. Your inner narrative holds immense power in shaping your perception of reality and the way you navigate through life. It is the voice that whispers in your ear, coloring your thoughts, emotions, and actions.
“You are the author of your own life story. You have the leading role and get to determine how you interact with your supporting cast and other characters. Without realizing it, you may have allowed the events in your life to write your story for you rather than taking deliberate action to write it in your own voice. What will it take to love your life story to create the happy endings you desire?”
― Susan C. Young ―
“ You are the author of your own life...Don't let others define it for you. Real power comes by doing what you are meant to be doing, and doing it well.”
― Oprah Winfrey ―
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Best wishes and regards to each one of you. Take good care of your self as well as one another, be kind as well as thoughtful towards others.
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Après la pluie.. after the rain..
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Elif Shafak is an award-winning novelist and the most widely read female writer in Turkey. She is also a political commentator and an inspirational public speaker.
She writes in both Turkish and English, and has published 15 books, 10 of which are novels, including the bestselling The Bastard of Istanbul and The Forty Rules of Love. Her books have been translated into 47 languages. She is published by Penguin in the UK and represented by Curtis Brown globally.
My roommate's grandson just had the first of 5 short stories published!!!
Background courtesy of Skeletal Mess
Author : @Kiri Karma
Divers 2022 - May
Photos of May 2022
Photos de mai 2022
( Divers albums de photos prisent en 2022 sans sujet precis.
Various albums of pictures taken in 2022 without subject. )
Many Thanks to the +14,305,000 visitors of my photographic stream
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SCORRE LA VITA
Foto 38 - Presepe (particolare)
autore: Paradossi Stefano
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L'ARTE DEL PRESEPE
Nel paragrafo precedente ho accennato al presepe...
Per me una vera passione, che ancor oggi non ho perso.
Anche se ultimamente,
non avevo occhi di spettatori estasiati a rimirarlo.
Adesso che sono nonno di due bei marmocchi,
di sicuro quest'anno sarà l'anno buono.
Sapete? ...
Hanno tutti e due occhi bellissimi.
Ma torniamo in un soffio, agli albori di questo mio piacevole hobby.
Potete immaginare,
fu mio nonno Ettore l'ispiratore più importante,
dalla falegnameria potevo attingere a piene mani.
Nonno ne era ben contento,
gli pulivo gli ambienti ed in più me ne stavo buono a "creare" sogni.
Apro una parentesi colma di nostalgia.
A Natale, in sacchetti di juta, raccoglieva una miriade di troccoletti di legno di varie forme: cubi, parallelepipedi, piramidi... insomma di tutto.
Ecco che questi poveri avanzi diventavano in un attimo, case, castelli, trenini, animali fantastici e tante altre cose mirabolanti.
Il motore che li muoveva?
Ma che diamine, la nostra grandissima fantasia.
Non erano verniciati e il solo toccarli dava emozioni fortissime,
belli nei toni, inebrianti nei profumi che emanavano.
Li passava con cura maniacale alla cartavetra fine,
per togliere il pericolo di qualche scheggia malandrina andasse a conficcarsi tra le ditina.
La mattina di Natale li trovavamo sotto l'albero,
ogni sacchetto un nome, uno per ogni nipote e non solo.
Forse non ci crederete ma io preferivo quel sacchetto agli altri pochi regali.
E' con quei troccolini di legno che potevo inventarmi qualsiasi cosa; è con quelli che creavo avventure piene di fascino.
Così si alimenta la fantasia,
non certo con giocattoli sfavillanti tutto compreso,
che inibiscono le potenzialità creative dei bambini.
Crescendo...
Il passo successivo fu pressoché inevitabile,
progettare e realizzare presepi,
più tardi quella passione, divenne il mio mestiere.
Non tutto il materiale era reperibile in falegnameria,
ed allora, insieme a nonno, e più grande,
con qualche amico come il povero Peppe,
nella pineta di Tirrenia a raccoglierne,
in grandi sporte di paglia.
I primi anni, ancora inesperto,
furono quelli che ricordo con più nostalgia e grande gioia.
Ettore era una fucina inesauribile di nozioni.
Nulla andava accantonato,
mentre raccoglievamo i materiali, piccoli animaletti, piante,
prodotti del bosco,
venivano raccontati come fossero favole.
Quante cose mi ha insegnato...
Il vischio, l'agrifoglio, il pungitopo, tra le altre meraviglie,
erano il ricco sottobosco.
Vi rammento solo le piante tipiche Natalizie.
Una delizia...
E' per questo che mi sono rimaste così impresse nella memoria.
Di muschi ne ricordo almeno una decina di specie,
dai più vellutati, ai licheni di un verde salvia chiarissimo.
Ora che sono il "conduttore" del gioco della vita,
già dall'anno passato, la piccola Corinna fa timidamente i primi passi nel bosco con me.
Eh, sì... la storia si ripete e vi giuro: E' BELLISSIMA.
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UNA PRECISAZIONE:
Con questo brano colmo di nostalgia... termina il 3° capitolo;
grazie per la vostra pazienza e per l'affetto dimostratomi.
Vi aspetto ancora per la visione del 4° capitolo,
di sicuro il più introspettivo di tutti.
A presto, spero numerosi.
GRAZIE!
Stefano Paradossi
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© Il testo e la foto sono di esclusiva proprietà dell'autore, Stefano Paradossi, che ne detiene i diritti e ne vieta qualsiasi utilizzo da parte di terzi. La foto fa parte dell'Archivio Fotografico della famiglia Paradossi.
© The text and the photo are of exclusive property of the author, Stefano Paradossi, who owns the rights and prohibits any use by third parties. The image is part of the Photo Archive of the Paradossi family.
Charançon de l’iris (Mononychus punctum-album)
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Never stop being a good person because of bad people. - Author Unknown
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From our wonderful hike the last day of May.
My album of people enjoying nature and portraits here.
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"Smile on Saturday has the theme, 'What's in a Name?' and we immediately thought of where I got my name.
My folks were planning to get a blond brother of mine and had a long-thought-out name picked out but when they saw me that was all over faster than you can say, Black and Bouncy!.
My mom was reading a favorite author whose hero is a woman detective who lives on the central coast of California, Benni Harper. There you have it, why I have a name that sounds like a male dog. I love it."
"Oh, and Mom emailed the author and enclosed a photo of puppy me and Earlene Fowler was, of course, honored to share her name."
by Benni Girl
Author : @Kiri Karma
Pairi Daiza - September 2025
Pairi Daiza (formerly Paradisio) is a privately owned zoo and botanical garden located in Brugelette in the province of Hainaut, Belgium. The 65-hectare (160-acre) large animal theme park is located on the site of the former Cistercian Cambron Abbey, and is home to over 4,000 animals.[1] The name is taken from the Avestan word pairi daeza, which is the source of the English word paradise.
Korean-American Author Chang-rae Lee being interviewed as part of the Chicago Humanities Festival earlier today. I just finished reading his last novel, On Such a Full Sea, which is very interesting and only slightly dystopian. Recommended!
Chang-rae Lee talked quite a bit about his positive relationship with his mother, his amazing female heroine Fan who is an integral part of On Such a Full Sea and wanting to create a heroine for his daughters to love, growing up in Queens, NYC in the 1980s, trends now in terms of competitiveness in class in the US, and industry in China. He has a very calming voice as well as an intelligent one and I enjoyed hearing him.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chang-Rae_Lee
I also saw Salman Rushdie before him but was too far away so only posted a screen shot from my phone on Instagram:
(Usually I have an all cats Instagram posting on Caturday so that's really something!) Rushdie was also great to see interviewed. He possesses such a great insight and humor sumultaneously. He made me laugh quite a bit and when I told him in person how much Ground Beneath Her Feet (my favorite novel of his) means to me, he acted as if that actually mattered, which is nice.
Also, not pictured, I had the delight to see Sarah Vowell as part of the Chicago Humanities Festival a week an a half ago at the Chicago Art Institute. She was quite hilarious as usual and had a great deal to say about modern art and politics. She also talked to me during the signing and said something like this,
"It's really cool the way the light from above hits your red hair in this certain way that you can't obviously see because you're not me sitting here looking at you." It was pretty funny. Overall, a really amazing Chicago Humantiies Lineup this time around!
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Author Bobby Nguyen
Discover real Vietnam on travel review
The idea of Vietnam conjures strong images in the Western mind. Many come from a few iconic Vietnam War films. The country still features those lush rustic landscapes, peaceful now, of course, but modern Vietnam has grown beyond the...
Author : @Kiri Karma
Divers 2021 - Repas Hautrage
Diverses photos prisent en 2021 sans sujet reel.
Various pictures taken in 2021 without real subject.
Celebrity author bear proudly shows off his cozy mystery series of books, The Thelonious T. Bear Chronicles.
Though the story of the Little Prince and his voyages among the planets is clearly fiction, Saint-Exupéry’s own experiences as a pilot helped inspire that tale. The plane crash that begins the story, through which the narrator meets the title character, mirrors a real mishap that left the author stranded in the Sahara in the mid-1930s, while on his way from Paris to Saigon on an airmail run. While waiting to be rescued in the desert, he kept himself company with his musings, and later spun the incident into his delightful children’s tale, The Little Prince. He ended up walking many miles in the desert before being rescued by a passing Bedouin. He described his ordeal in the 1939 book: Wind, Sand and Stars.
“You, Bedouin of Libya who saved our lives, though you will dwell forever in my memory yet I shall never be able to recapture your features. You are Humanity and your face comes into my mind simply as man incarnate. You, our beloved fellowman, did not know who we might be, and yet you recognized us without fail. And I, in my turn, shall recognize you in the faces of all mankind. You came towards me in an aureole of charity and magnanimity bearing the gift of water. All my friends and all my enemies marched towards me in your person. It did not seem to me that you were rescuing me: rather did it seem that you were forgiving me. And I felt I had no enemy left in all the world.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars