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Caminando siento el viento
veo lagente, sus caras,
me detengo por mis pensamientos,
por lo que siento,
y hoy siento que la tierra me siente
hoy siento que mis pasos se devuelven a buscar de donde soy
pero hoy no pertenezco hoy solo soy.
A formless life. But enough self-knowledge
To feel the holes in it. It’s a torn amoeba
Flowing round its own gaps,
Blindly rolling its edges in, in,
Trying to enfold itself.
‘Big holes? two-dimensional, like sliced cheese?’
A helpful friend is fascinated
By the hopelessness of the details:
‘Or small, moussey holes, sort of shot through
Everywhere, like bubbles in soufflé? Spam?’
No. Wrong map. It’s like asking if you are loved.
Only one person will give the right answer,
Holding up one hand, not two, as the measure;
"This much". The outer edge so far, and near,
It flies around the world
And back, to the back of that same hand.
Katherine Pierpoint
"I have been called a misanthrope, but I prefer curmudgeon; it's folksier and less threatening. Misanthrope sounds like you'd have to have gone to college to be one." Frank Zappa
Sí. La vida siempre elige el lado de la esta misma y se culpa a las víctimas. Pero no sobrevivieron los mejores ni murieron los peores. ¡Fue el AZAR!
En fin. No me refiero a tu libro pero piensa en cuántos se han escrito sobre el Holocausto . ¿Para qué? La gente no ha cambiado...
Tal vez necesiten un Holocausto, aún mayor.
This is one of my favorite shots that I took back in the early 80's when I lived in Boston. I was just walking by and noticed the scene. These guys were obviously very comfortable with each other and probably hung out at their Vets Post many days, playing cards and growing beer bellies. Guess they were all young warriors once upon a time in a World War.
It's heartbreaking to watch the news, pictures and videos about the devastating earthquake in Si Chuan China that has killed at least 40,000 people.
Now I'm sitting in a comfortable room and asking myself what I can do to help those people who are suffering from the disaster.
On Thursday there will be a fundraising event in our university, I will be there to help and support. I’ve written a cheque to The Chinese Embassy Sichuan Earthquake Donation, I will have to postpone my purchase for a new lens, but the money will be better spent and give some more food, water and medicine for the people in devastation.
(En) It has been a while since I took my last selfportrate... I guess I was not feeling self confident enough to see even myself. for me it is always as coming back to myself. Today I am just thinking about it and thinking on many things...
On this days I am feeling completely intolerant, I am sick of many things and I am scare of myself, I think I can be strong as a bull and trough all over my way when I am mad I don´t like it.
(Es) Hace ya algun tiempo que no me hacia un autoretrato y bueno supongo no me sentia lo suficientemente segura de mi o de quererme ver a mi misma...de algun modo es como volver a reencontrarme. En estos dias me he sentido completamente intolerante de muchas personas, estoy astiada de muchas cosas...y al mismo tiempo asustada de mi misma, puedo convertirme en un toro que no mide lo que arrastra a su paso cuando me molesto, soy pasiva y muchas veces callada pero puedo salirme de control cuando me canso.... eso no me gusta ni a mi.
RETRATO A MI INTOLERANCIA
A member of the Powerdance group performing on stage during the Couples for Christ Leaders Conference in Araneta Coliseum.
We arrived at the bhutan border, without passports or any identification, to top it all our driver neither had a license nor did he have papers of the car. Chances of us getting into Bhutan were very slim indeed.
But, Mr inspector liked us, he let us in and rode with us, we went to some orange groves and also to his village.