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Italian legends from Maremma: the most common told legend of the "gentile donna senese", Pia de Tolomei, is that, although innocent, she was charged with infidelity and on the order of her powerful husband and Lord in Maremma, Nello d'Inghiramo Pannocchieschi, thrown from a window of her home Castel di Pietra in order that he could marry his lover Margherita Aldobrandeschi, Contessa of Sovana and Pitigliano.
Unsurprisingly given the nature of this legend, tales are told of sightings of a ghostly image of a woman in the ruins of Castel di Pietra. And on a bridge - now called the Ponte della Pia - near Sovicille in the province of Siena. In the latter instance, the legend that has evolved tells of Pia's ghost appearing on the nights of a full moon, completely dressed in white and crossing the bridge without touching the ground.
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Location: Bridge of Pia, Ponte della Pia, Sovicille (Siena).
How can I put it so you understand?
I didn’t let her hold my hand
But she looked like you; I guess she looked like you
No she wasn’t you
But you can still trust me, this ain’t infidelity
It’s not cheating; you were on my mind
Yes she looked like you
But I heard love is blind…
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Nevera means a storm, that is, a very bad time to stay at sea. Nevera can mean a sudden storm at sea (a storm with lightning and thunder or a storm with thunder and rain), a short-term weather disaster caused by high heat. The term infidelity means the hurricane force of the wind that can sink ships, break trees, break the roofs of houses in its gust. Sudden nevera (minor and shorter storm) are dangerous for vessels and can raise uncomfortably high waves for a short time. Neverin can also be gusts of wind with rain.
Дай, Боже, мне в душе построить храм,
В нем сохранить тепло любви всевышней,
И, прикоснувшись сердцем к образАм,
Обиды утолить святым затишьем.
Дай, Боже, канонически взрастить
Дух, упоенный чувствами и златом;
Он упрежден желаниям служить,
Забыв про силу истинной услады.
Дай, Боже, свить душою колыбель,
Где дух под звук божественных молений
Сознательно построит цитадель,
Как оберег от грешных устремлений.
Дай, Боже, не пропасть во тьме веков,
В эпохах деградаций, реках крови,
И дай услышать звон колоколов,
Вещающих об эре светлой нови.Дай духу, переполнив послушанием
Все фибры окрылившейся души,
Дышать с Тобой единственным дыханием,
Стремиться ввысь, минуя рубежи.
Дай, Господи, любить, как ты умеешь,
И ничего не требовать взамен,
А ближнего жалеть, как ты жалеешь,
Любовь беречь от боли и измен.
Дай, Боже, разучиться лицемерить,
Чтоб был твоим перстом благославен,
Дай духу в воскрешение поверить,
Внять вечности в надежде перемен.
Дай вере на пути преодоления
Освободиться от гнетущих нош,
Дай, Господи, найти предназначение,
Где нет обмена истины на грош.
(Nikolai Artiukhov)........................................May God grant me to build a temple in my soul,
Keep the warmth of the love of the Almighty in it,
And touching the images with my heart,
To assuage grievances with a holy calm.
May God, canonically nurture
A spirit intoxicated with feelings and gold;
He is preemptive to the desires to serve,
Forgetting about the power of true delight.
God grant me to make a cradle with my soul,
Where is the spirit under the sound of divine prayers
Deliberately build a citadel,
As a talisman against sinful aspirations.
May God not be lost in the darkness of ages,
In eras of degradation, rivers of blood,
And let me hear the bells ringing,
Broadcasting about the era of bright Novi..Give to the spirit, overflowing with obedience
All the fibers of the winged soul,
Breathing with You is the only breath,
Strive upward, bypassing the boundaries.
Give, O Lord, to love as you know how,
And do not demand anything in return,
But pity your neighbor, as you do,
Protect love from pain and infidelity.
God grant me to forget how to be a hypocrite,
To be blessed with your finger,
Let the spirit believe in the resurrection,
Heed eternity in the hope of change.
Give faith on the way of overcoming
Free yourself from oppressive burdens,
May God grant us to find a purpose,
Where there is no exchange of truth for a penny.
(Nikolai Artiukhov)
Red: love
White: innocence, purity, secrecy and friendship.
Yellow: Yellow roses generally mean dying love or platonic love or friendship. In German-speaking countries, however, they can mean jealousy and infidelity.
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INFIDELITY, veritable scourge on the web... a common practice on dating sites like in Second Life, which I take example, below.
→ Everything is possible : It's very easy to change (as of a simple skirt or shirt).. to change friends, girlfriend, boyfriend or partner (often very unreliable, dishonest)... it's frequent that some persons, in couple or not (maybe frustrated in their own life, or looking for love), are or become unfaithful, after all it's their choice and they take often big risk... But these people don’t always assume consequence for their act to their loved ones or their true friends... So they lie often in their own life and are real comedians in SL.. But the truth comes out sooner or later, then it's drama with a broken friendship, separation, divorce, etc... or worse, it's that simply they don't care... Sad constat but it's true.
Nevera means a storm, that is, a very bad time to stay at sea. Nevera can mean a sudden storm at sea (a storm with lightning and thunder or a storm with thunder and rain), a short-term weather disaster caused by high heat. The term infidelity means the hurricane force of the wind that can sink ships, break trees, break the roofs of houses in its gust. Sudden nevera (minor and shorter storm) are dangerous for vessels and can raise uncomfortably high waves for a short time. Neverin can also be gusts of wind with rain.
j'ai fait une infidélité à mon Nikon mais la lumière était trop belle 😌
I made an infidelity to my Nikon but the light was too beautiful 😌
Nevera means a storm, that is, a very bad time to stay at sea. Nevera can mean a sudden storm at sea (a storm with lightning and thunder or a storm with thunder and rain), a short-term weather disaster caused by high heat. The term infidelity means the hurricane force of the wind that can sink ships, break trees, break the roofs of houses in its gust. Sudden nevera (minor and shorter storm) are dangerous for vessels and can raise uncomfortably high waves for a short time. Neverin can also be gusts of wind with rain.
Gentoos (Pygoscelis papua) breed monogamously, and infidelity is typically punished with banishment from the colony. Nests are usually made from a roughly circular pile of stones and can be quite large, 20 cm (7.9 in) high and 25 cm (9.8 in) in diameter. The stones are jealously guarded, and their ownership can be the subject of noisy disputes and physical attacks between individuals. They are also prized by the females, even to the point that a male penguin can obtain the favors of a female by offering her a choice stone.From Wikipedia.
Infidelity
Así que la dama espera un visitante galante. El amante descubierto de Meißen, hacia 1770 Porcelana de Johann Joachim Kaendler, pintada con colores overglaze y oro Inv. La dueña de la casa está descansando en su cama con su chocolate matutino, su esposo se ha unido a ella para charlar. Confundido por los ladridos constantes del perro faldero, echa un vistazo debajo de la cama: Bourdalou Meißen, alrededor de 1740 porcelana, pintada con colores overglaze y oro.
Infidelity. Bamberg Museum. Deutschland
: So the lady expects a gallant visitor. Meißen's Discovered Lover, circa 1770 Porcelain by Johann Joachim Kaendler, painted in overglaze colors and gold Inv. No. L 69 The mistress of the house is resting in her bed with her morning chocolate, her husband has joined her for a chat. Confused by the constant barking of the lap dog, take a look under the bed: Bourdalou Meißen, circa 1740 porcelain, painted in overglaze and gold colors.
Myth:
Arachne was the daughter of Idmon of Colophon, a dyer who dyed wool with Tyrian purple. She was famous in Hipepa (Lydia), where she had her workshop, for her extraordinary skill in weaving and embroidery.
The praises she received ended up going to the head of the young woman, who became so smug about her skill as a weaver that she began to claim that her skills were superior to those of Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war as well as crafts. The goddess was angry, she gave the young Arachne a chance to redeem herself. Taking the form of an old woman, she warned Arachne not to offend the gods. The mortal scoffed and proposed a weaving contest in which she could prove her superiority. Athena took off her costume and the contest began.
Athena wove the scene of her victory over Poseidon, which inspired the citizens of Athens to name the city after her. According to Ovid's Latin account, Arachne's tapestry represented twenty-two episodes of infidelities of the gods disguised as animals: Zeus being unfaithful to Hera with Leda, with Europa, with Danae and with others.
Athena admitted that the young woman's craftsmanship was perfect, but was greatly annoyed by the disrespectful choice of motif.
Finally losing her temper, the goddess destroyed the tapestry and Arachne's loom by hitting them with her shuttle, and also struck at head to the young woman. Arachne, who saw her foolishness, was overwhelmed by shame, fled and ended up hanging herself.
In Ovid's account, Athena took pity on Arachne. She doused the rope with aconite juice, causing it to turn into a web and transforming Arachne herself into a spider.
History suggests that the art of weaving had its origin in the imitation of the work of spiders and that it had been developed in Asia Minor.
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Lord, have mercy.
Have mercy on my darkness, my weakness, my confusion.
Have mercy on my infidelity, my cowardice, my turning about in circles, my wandering, my evasions.
I do not ask anything but such as mercy, always, in everything, mercy. My life here at Gethsemani - a little solidity and very much ashes.
Almost everything is ashes. What I have prized most is ashes. What I have attended to least is, perhaps, a little solid. Lord have mercy. Guide me, make me want again to be holy, to be a man of God even though in desperateness and confusion.
I do not necessarily ask for clarity, a plain way, but to go according to Your love, to follow Your mercy, to trust in Your mercy.
-Thomas Merton, Turning Towards the World, pg 28
for years I placed value into someone that didn’t give two shits about me or my wellbeing, that lied and cheated repeatedly, that had me questioning myself outta wanting, needing and feeling the lies i was being told, I had to believe outta loving him deeply, even on SL feelings are and can be very damn real.... for years I loved someone that didn’t value my worth, didn’t appreciate the fact that no matter what I’d always choose him over anything and anyone else..... even on sl being cheated on hurts! deeply. However, him doing so, him continuing to lie about his infidelity which I would of even been willing to work through, out of being a woman of loyalty, honesty, and morals, the truth would of had me stay, for truth shows vulnerability and shows regret when you’ve wronged. However, the lie, allowed me to get my me back allowed me to learn shit about myself on a rl platform. Nobody in this world is perfect, but baby, if you find someone willing to accept your flaws, even on this game, and at your core, don’t dare turn on them! Nothing in this world is perfect, and nothing perfect or easy, holds any value. Anyone that can know your deepest truth(s) and they still want to love you, They are rare.... I am rare..... I am real.... I am human.... I am a true Queen with morals...... I deserve better then what I was subjecting myself to on this platform... simply outta wanting a COMPANION..... this time alone is/has taught me being single can be better then being with someone that does not value you or your worth! Learning to re-love me at my core, after hurt, lies and betrayal is the best shit I’ve done!!! AND BAYYY BEEE THE GLOW UP IS REAL!!! when we release what we dont need and what don't serve us, we not only grow, but we mother fucking GLOW! #Single&Happy!
In honour of the legendary Gordon Lightfoot who recently passed, this sunset moment needs this appropriate title. After completing an image that included a mountain top, I was walking back to the car. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed this tree that stood on the angled cliff edge, against the golden backdrop framed in blue. What landscape photographer could resist the chance to capture such a standout.
The song itself is among his most famous. It is about infidelity but Sundown is not the woman, rather the one pursuing her. Both the song and the album (of the same name) reached #1. It hit the charts in 1974 but was revised in the 2019 movie "Knives Out". It starred Daniel Craig, Chris Evans, Jamie Lee Curtis, and the late Christopher Plummer, to name a few.
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Imagine if I'd have had a baby
I saw the way you made her feel
Like she should be somebody else
I saw the way she tried to hold you
When your heart was just a shell
I saw the words she wrote that broke my heart
It was a living hell
I saw the way you laughed behind her back
When you fucked somebody else
I saw the way you made her feel
Like she should be somebody else
I know you think the stars align for you
And not for her as well
I understand, I can admit
That I have felt those things mysеlf
I saw the way you laughed behind her back
When you fucked somebody else
Lord, it's a feeling
It comes to find you
Lord, it's a feeling
That I felt
If it's convenient for you
You want her love, she'll give you more
That's when your words are so convincing
Say you'll try until she's sure
That you will change
I can admit that I have been right here before
But on that morning when you're proud
You said I fucked somebody of course
Lord, it's a feeling
It comes to find you
Lord, it's a feeling
(That I felt)
It comes to find you
(Like no one else)
When the rest of us have nothing left
She won't be yours
Lord, it's a feeling
That I felt
Lord, it's a feeling...
The song is about a woman who is in love with a man who cheats on her with other women. The woman is aware of the man’s infidelity but still stays with him. The song is sung from the perspective of the woman who is watching the man cheat on her. The title of the song is a reference to the concept of karma, which suggests that the man’s actions will eventually catch up with him and he will be left alone.
A couple of summers ago, I witnessed the most meaningful ceremony I've ever seen. My friend G married her longtime love. And before I go on... a word about their love.
It's something you can feel when you walk into their house. It emanates... not just from them, but from the house itself... the furniture... the animals... the garden... the bric a brac. Entering that house is like walking into some big yellow-warm sunshine embrace; it is nothing short of palpable. And seeing them together is even more powerful.
These are two people who just so clearly delight in each other's company. Like all of us, they have their share of less than stellar days, but they're strong for each other, they support one another, they complement each other... and, like I said, when you see them together, you can't help but share a little hiccup in your heart... a skip-step of giddiness. In short, if ever two people should be married, G and her love were those two people. And they're both from backgrounds that value marriage; that see it as the highest expression of togetherness.
But there was one more factor at play that made their wedding the specialest occasion. Until that year, they had not had the legal right to marry. Why? Because G and her One True Love are women. To which I say... So fucking what??
Marriage, as I understand it, is all about love and commitment. And no two people were ever more in love or more committed.
And to those who argue same-sex marriage somehow undermines the so-called sanctity of the so-called institution of marriage... I say heterosexual couples... with their soaring divorce rates, and rampant infidelity, and vicious child-custody disputes... are doing that themselves.
Besides. Why should anyone's choice of who to love... or who to marry... be anyone else's business? As long as no one's being victimized, what's the problem?
One of the arguments advanced here in Canada, where same-sex marriage is legal (for the time being, anyway)... is that, if THIS is okay, then what's next? Polygamy?
To which I say... what's the hairy issue with polygamy? If three people (or four or five or whatever) choose to form a legal bond and raise their family collectively... again, as long as no one's being victimized... what is the problem?
Oh, say the critics, but polygamy's tied to child abuse. Uh, right. That's the same thing they say about same-sex unions... based on their ludicrous assumption that all homosexuals are somehow pedophiles, or sex fiends. Ridiculous.
I've heard otherwise rational men say... I'd never go to a gay male doctor.
To which I say.... don't flatter yourself. Just because a man may be in a love with another man, that doesn't mean he's uncontrollably flinging himself at every damned man who walks through the door. I mean... I have a straight male doctor. That means... oooooohhhh.... gasp.... he has sex with women!!!! But that has absolutely nothing to do with him examining me in his professional capacity.
We have a polygamist sect here in British Columbia, and it's under near-constant scrutiny for child abuse. The allegation is that very young girls are married off to men, against their will.
To which I say... if that's the case, it's child abuse, for sure. But it's an entirely separate issue from the marital status of the parents involved.
Sorry if I'm ranting here, but this whole issue gets my knickers in a major twist. I think it's because... as one of those kids who was teased and taunted for simply being who I was... I sort of understand what it must be like to face such senseless discrimination.
We have today, in too many parts of North America, a culture that says... while most other forms of organized hate and discrimination are frowned upon... it's okay to ostracize and mistreat people... solely on the basis of who they love.
It's insane. I mean... I remember when I first encountered boys. There was an instant ZING! From that time on, I pretty much always had a crush on some boy or other and... lucky me... I was part of a majority, so having those feelings was a-okay.
The gay and lesbian people I've talked to had similar experiences somewhere in their lives.... where they felt that overwhelming sense of attraction and excitement and curiosity. But... unlucky them, they were part of a minority, and made to think that what they felt was somehow bad or wrong.
I'm on this topic today because our federal government (recently elected and right wing) is threatening to undo the same-sex marriage law. This is just the latest in a string of reversals that's included:
- killing the nearly-enacted bill that would've decriminalized marijuana
- killing an agreement with aboriginal people that would've finally begun addressing the deplorable conditions many of them live in
- reversing the country's commitment to do its part to address climate change, and
- killing a multi-year agreement with the provinces that would've made child care somewhat more affordable and accessible.
In the government's eyes, child care is bad. I mean, everyone knows mommies should stay home with their babies while daddies work. Climate change is just a bunch of made-up garbage; after all, those scientists are all a bunch of liberals. Aboriginal people... notwithstanding the fact that white people stole their land, stuck them on reserves, legislated away their rights and tore a whole generation of children away from their families and communities... Notwithstanding that, "those people" are just lazy; they just need to pull themselves up by their bootstraps. As for marijuana... well, we all know it's FAR more harmful than booze, which government not only endorses but shamelessly profits from. I mean... just look at all the domestic strife, and public brawls, and armed standoffs, and traffic carnage caused by those crazed, violent potheads. And those humsexuals... well. We can't deport them 'cause they're from here (darnit anyway). But we sure as hell owe it to the citizenry to make sure they're denied the most fundamental of human rights... the right to freely love.
I'm sorry if this is a downer but I'm sick at heart for my country today. I fear where we're going and I feel so helpless... watching our common sense progress slip away.
I guess I should just be glad that G and her One True Love are already married... and no one... not even right wing governments... can take what they have away from them.
With its gleaming, velvety blue-and-black plumage, the male Superb Fairy-wren is easily distinguished. These ‘coloured’ males are often accompanied by a band of brown ‘jenny wrens’, often assumed to be a harem of females, but a proportion of them are males which have not yet attained their breeding plumage. The contents of these birds’ untidy nests — a clutch of three or four eggs — are not necessarily the progeny of the ‘coloured’ male, as there is much infidelity among female fairy-wrens, with many eggs resulting from extra-pair liaisons
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The legend of the Santíssimo Milagre (Holy Miracle) tells of a poor woman in Santarém who, in 1266, sought refuge in a witch to cure her grief over her husband's infidelity. The witch said she needed a consecrated host. The woman stole a host during communion in the church of Santo Estêvão. When she was on her way to the witch's house, the host began to bleed, and she fled home and hid it in a chest. At night, a mysterious light illuminated her house, and she confessed to her husband. They spent the night praying and the next day they told the parish priest. The event soon became known and people came to witness the miracle. The miraculous host was brought back in a procession to the church of Santo Estêvão and is kept in a silver-gilt monstrance. In 1653, the Chapel of the Santíssimo Milagre was built on the site where the woman lived. The traditional Festivities of the Santíssimo Milagre take place every year in Santarém, on the Sunday after Easter.
In Massachusett's Bash Bish Falls State Park bordering New York's Tatonic State Park. During Covid visitors from both sides of the falls were recorded in the thousands and both state parks had to be shut down intermittantly for safety. The falls originate from a spring in Massachsetts and cascade down 1000 ft. What you see here is the last 60 feet.
Legend has it that Bash-Bish was a Mohican Native American woman, thrown from the top of the falls to her death for infidelity. It is said she haunts the falls and is responsible for the 25 deaths that have occurred here over the past 100 years.
With its gleaming, velvety blue-and-black plumage, the male Superb Fairy-wren is easily distinguished. These ‘coloured’ males are often accompanied by a band of brown ‘jenny wrens’, often assumed to be a harem of females, but a proportion of them are males which have not yet attained their breeding plumage. The contents of these birds’ untidy nests — a clutch of three or four eggs — are not necessarily the progeny of the ‘coloured’ male, as there is much infidelity among female fairy-wrens, with many eggs resulting from extra-pair liaisons.
Part of a show curated by Morgana about love... lies... deceit... selfishness... indifference... jealousy... betrayal... infidelity.... loss
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Annie Klavinham
Belba
Burk Bode
Corinne Helendale
Dantelicia Ethaniel
Harbor Galaxy
Isa Messioptra
Kato Salyut
Leeleu Lemondrop
Maloe Vansant
Morgana Nagorski
Miuccia Klaar
Paola Mills
Sare Ethaniel
Senna Coronet
Stephen Venkman
Tess Falworth
Whiskey Monday
Zandy Oh
The show runs until 21 July 2013.
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Until recently many of our birds were thought to be strictly monogamous, that is faithful to one partner. Then DNA testing was invented, and we now know that monogamy is the exception rather than the rule. In House Sparrows about 20% of nests contain at least one offspring that is not fathered by the male of the pair. In Starlings and Great Tits this rises to 30%, 40% in Blue Tits, and up to 75% in Coal Tits. But the prize for infidelity goes to Reed Buntings where around 90% of nests have chicks that are not fathered by the male of the pair. But in Jackdaws only 1% of nests were found to contain chicks from another male. This makes Jackdaws the most faithful of all British songbirds studied so far. Moreover they would have plenty of opportunity to philander as they often nest and feed in loose colonies. Moreover, Jackdaws usually stick with the same partner year after year, and the oldest Jackdaw lived to 17.
DNA testing has also resulted in Jackdaw being placed in a separate genus from the other British crows (Coloeus instead of Corvus), but the genus only contains this and its eastern counterpart, the Daurian Jackdaw (C. dauuricus). (Western) Jackdaw's scientific name is Coloeus monedula; Coloeus simply means Jackdaw whereas monedula literally means money-eating (but really means acquisitive or greedy). This comes from a Greek myth about Arne Sithornis who appeared in Ovid's Metamorphoses. She was a princess of a Greek Island who betrayed her homeland when she accepted a bribe of gold from King Minos of Crete, who then attacked her island. She was punished by the gods for her treachery and was metamorphosed into a Jackdaw, a symbol of greed. This is why Linnaeus named the Jackdaw monedula (money-eater) back in 1758.
Jackdaws are smaller than crows, with a body size similar to Magpie. The call is high-pitched and quite unlike the tuneless cawing of crows www.xeno-canto.org/671328 In my village they nest commonly in old chimney pots (and tree holes) but they are very wary and don't even like cameras being pointed at them. Probably because they are still shot by farmers and gamekeepers. I photographed this one yesterday at Brimham Rocks in North Yorkshire where they nest in rock crevices. This is a busy tourist attraction and they seem to have become more confiding with humans there. I thought it showed the plumage features particularly well; the pale eye, grey shawl and the slight purple iridescence on the flight feathers.
What a difficult morning to take some decent shots of that lake. Translated into English it means Infidelity Lake, a name derived from the small beck feeding that dam.
Love forever
Artist: Benjamin Probanza
Explanation Benjamin Probanza on his work:
Frida Kahlo first met Diego Revera when she was an art student hoping to get advice on her career from the famous Mexican muralist. Although Rivera was married, a courtship ensued. They wed in 1929 (he was 42, she was 22) much to the disapproval of Frida's parents, who referred to the couple as 'the elephant and the dove'. With volatile tempers and countless infidelities, the marriage was notoriously tumultuous. The couple divorced in 1939 only to remarry a year later, though the second marriage was just as turbulent as the first. Both have long been recognized as important painters who achieved great international popularity during their lifetimes.
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This is the first time that the three-yearly World Sculptures Championships are taking place in the Netherlands. This international top event is part of Feest aan Zee, the successful theme year with which The Hague celebrates two hundred years of bath culture. In total, nine sand sculptures are created at the World Championship, eight of which are part of the official competition. The Netherlands is excluded from the competition as a guest country but creates a special sculpture dedicated to Scheveningen out of competition that is made by Maxim Gazendam, which in 2015 was proclaimed Dutch and European Sand Sculpture Champion. The eight countries participating in the official competition are Great Britain, Ireland, Japan, Mexico, Russia, Singapore, the Czech Republic and the United States. Top artists from these countries each create a sculpture of 40,000 kilos of special sand. The theme is ‘200 years of sea, sand and …’ The sand artists translate this theme into a broad palette of designs, which will ultimately result in an exhibition of exceptional sand art. The artists are inspired by Van Gogh, Dali, Picasso, Dutch tolerance and new dimensions in art and science.
All the finished sculptures are on view, free of charge, until 19th August.
…we may become uneasily aware of the presence within us of a disturbing stranger, the self that is both “I” and someone else. The self that is not entirely welcome in his own house because he is so different from the everyday character that we have constructed out of our dealings with others—and our infidelities in ourselves.
-Thomas Merton, Love and Living
It was a foggy night on the train to Berlin, and the passengers were huddled in their seats, trying to stay warm. Among them was a man named Winston who had just heard false rumours of his wife’s infidelity. In a fit of rage, he stabbed and killed her in their compartment, then fled the scene.
The police were quickly alerted but Winston slipped away into the night. The next morning, the newspaper headlines blared the news of the gruesome murder and the failed capture of the suspect.
The passengers were left in shock and disbelief, wondering how such a terrible thing could happen on their peaceful journey. As for Winston, the guilt of his actions would haunt him for the rest of his days, knowing that he had taken the life of the one he loved, in a terrible misunderstanding.
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Shot in Francfort Germany. After 3 years of infidelity on Insta and Facebook, I chose to go PRO on Flickr because I cannot support MZ businesses and philosophy.
My ego is fine enough not to allow these californian companies to make growth on my personal data, which I can only accept, but my work as a photographer, which is not acceptable.
I won't have much dopamine here but know I'm on a different business model, so far.
Welcome back to my followers. I missed you.
LA LÁGRIMA. Pascual)
LÁGRIMA
Estoy confuso y no recuerdo bien cómo sucedió todo. Lo cierto es que me adentré en aquel bosque buscando setas cuando de repente vi a la mujer colgada de la rama de un árbol dentro de una enorme bolsa de agua.
Me acerqué por curiosidad, aquello era inaudito.
Era joven y su mirada destilaba pena y resignación.
Tanto me aproximé que involuntariamente me metí en el recipiente repleto del líquido. Estaba tibio y no era agua; descubrí que tenía idéntico sabor a esas lágrimas que llegan a nuestros labios cuando nuestro llanto es un torrente imparable de las mismas.
La mujer me hizo saber que estaba dentro de la lágrima que contenía todas y cada una de las lágrimas que había derramado a lo largo de su vida.
Llantos por vejaciones, malos tratos, infidelidades y soledades, abandonos, desamores, traiciones, deslealtades…
Sentí una pena infinita por ella y me puse a llorar, Sucedió entonces que conforme lloraba yo, se iba vaciando de lágrimas su descomunal lágrima.
Finalmente quedé ante ella bajo las ramas del árbol, libres ambos de lágrimas.
- Gracias, me dijo sonriendo aliviada, como si todo el peso del mundo hubiera dejado de oprimirle el corazón.
- Sólo cuando alguien llegase a sentir sobre sí mismo todo mi sufrimiento llegaría a liberarme del mío. Y usted, loado sea para siempre , lo ha hecho posible.
Depositó un tímido beso en mis mejillas y se alejó lentamente…
Tear. (Pascual)
I'm confused and can't quite remember how it all happened. The truth is that I entered that forest looking for mushrooms when suddenly I saw the woman hanging from the branch of a tree in a huge bag of water.
I approached out of curiosity, that was unheard of.
He was young and his eyes exuded sorrow and resignation.
I got so close that I involuntarily got into the container filled with the liquid. It was warm and it was not water; I discovered that it tasted the same as those tears that come to our lips when our crying is an unstoppable torrent of them.
The woman let me know that she was inside the tear that contained each and every one of the tears she had shed throughout her life.
Crying for humiliation, mistreatment, infidelity and loneliness, abandonment, heartbreak, betrayal, disloyalty ...
I felt infinite sorrow for her and I began to cry. It happened then that as I cried, her huge tear was draining of tears.
Finally I stood before her under the branches of the tree, both free of tears.
- Thank you, she said smiling relieved, as if all the weight in the world had stopped oppressing her heart.
- Only when someone came to feel all my suffering on himself would he get to free me from mine. And you, praised be forever, have made it possible.
She placed a shy kiss on my cheeks and slowly walked away ...
a floral sex which is exhibited before our eyes...so beautiful, so fragile and so fragrant that we do not hesitate to offer.
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Giving flowers to women is heresy. Flowers are obscene genitals, they symbolize transience and infidelity. They spread themselves out along the roadsides, offering themselves to all the winds, to the proboscises of insects, to clouds of seeds, to the teeth of beasts; they are trampled upon, picked, and delved into.
To the woman we love, we should offer stones, fossils, gneiss, in short, one of those things that last forever and survive withering.
Sylvain Tesson
Last week, I listened to a great documentary... all about the question of happiness. Various experts (scientists, psychologists, neurologists, etc.) had their say, and they all agreed on a few basic points.
First off, we are hard wired to seek certain types of happiness. Pleasures, essentially. Sex, food, physical comfort... things needed for survival of the species.
Yeah yeah. Common sense evolutionary stuff.
But the second point was fascinating.
It was this:
Happiness is, by its nature, not designed to last.
Again, it makes sense through the lens of evolution. Take food, for example. You eat it, you enjoy it, you're satisfied, and all is well. But only for a little while. Within a few hours, you're back on the prowl... back on the trail of that so-elusive happiness.
You can extend that same line of thinking to pretty much anything that gives us pleasure/happiness. We're driven to pursue it, we get it (if we're lucky), we're pleased with that... but only for a time.
Survival-wise, it's good. Because... if we were much more easily satisfied; if happiness, once found, stayed intact forever... we'd stop wanting; stop seeking; stop even trying. And what would be the point of even getting out of bed?
I see so many ways that this applies in our society. For example, people with addictions are ensnared in an obvious cycle of pursuing/finding/losing that temporary satisfaction. Overeaters, too. There's something in their brains that can't stand the fact that the pleasure/satisfaction/happiness of tasting/chewing/digesting is oh-so-fleeting. They want to extend it, keep it going, so they keep on putting more food in their mouths.
So... yeah. Happiness is sort of like a carrot. Life uses it to keep us motivated... keep us reaching, wanting, yearning... and, every now and then, we get a little nibble. No point feeding us the whole damned carrot. That would be the end of "progress."
Depending on your point of view, this line of reasoning could be depressing. I find it encouraging. It helps to explain why we get such enormous pleasure from anticipation (and why, sometimes, the actual realization of something pales in comparison).
I think this has a lot to do with another feature of evolution - our amazing capacity for adaptation. We're designed to be alert for new things - dangers, pleasures, things unknown. And... since we can only be alert for so many stimuli at any given time... our brains have to sort of set aside their responses to those things familiar and comfortable.
Again, this explains all sorts of behaviour. Infidelity. Consumerism. Fashion. Hell... even science itself; its advances are driven by the same unquenchable human desire... in this case, for knowledge (and possibly fame, fortune, etc).
We were not designed to stay still, to be satisfied. Life drives us endlessly to seek more... experience more... experience more diversity... all in our inherent desire for happiness.
So... ironically... it seems like the best way to find satisfaction/peace/comfort/whatever is to simply accept the fact that it can never last... and to (pardon the cliche) focus less on the destination and more on the journey. Because what really seems to make us happy is the pursuit of happiness, the promise of it... the uneaten chocolate... the fresh-poured drink... the glimpse of thigh... the pending weekend... the planned vacation...
The horizon, basically. The future. That's where it's at in terms of happpiness. And never mind the fact that when we get there... it's gone, because it is, by definition, always just beyond our reach.
Bash Bish Falls is a waterfall in southwestern Massachusetts, in the Taconic Mountains. They are the state's highest waterfall. The falls are made up of a series of cascades, nearly 200 feet in total, with the final cascade being split into twin falls.
They say Bash Bish was a beautiful Indian girl who was wrongfully accused of infidelity and was sent to death over the falls.
With its gleaming, velvety blue-and-black plumage, the male Superb Fairy-wren is easily distinguished. These ‘coloured’ males are often accompanied by a band of brown ‘jenny wrens’, often assumed to be a harem of females, but a proportion of them are males which have not yet attained their breeding plumage. The contents of these birds’ untidy nests — a clutch of three or four eggs — are not necessarily the progeny of the ‘coloured’ male, as there is much infidelity among female fairy-wrens, with many eggs resulting from extra-pair liaisons.
• Les rosiers, ou églantiers, forment un genre de plantes, le genre Rosa de la famille des Rosaceae, originaires des régions tempérées et subtropicales de l'hémisphère nord. Ce sont des arbustes et arbrisseaux sarmenteux et épineux. Suivant les avis souvent divers des botanistes, le genre Rosa comprend de 100 à 200 espèces qui s'hybrident facilement entre elles.
- (La rose jaune dans le langage des fleurs, signifie que vous êtes volage, jaloux, d'un amour faiblissant, une inquiétude amoureuse. Elle est également synomyme d'infidélité ...)
• Rosebushes, or rosehips, form a genus of plants, the genus Rosa of the family Rosaceae, originating from the temperate and subtropical regions of the northern hemisphere. They are shrubs and saplings and thorny and thorny. According to the often diverse opinions of botanists, the Rosa genus comprises from 100 to 200 species that hybridize easily.
- (The yellow rose in the language of flowers means that you are capricious, jealous, of a weakened love, of a concern for love ... It is also synonymous with infidelity ...)
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BLODEUWEDD is a Welsh name which means "face of flowers"
In a story in the Mabinogion*, she is created out of flowers by Gwydion to be the wife of his nephew Lleu Llaw Gyffes. She is eventually changed into an owl for her infidelity …
... On Sunday I found her in a Wild Garden in West Wales (Ceredigion)
"Anything is possible here in Wales" !!!
* The Mabinogion are the earliest prose stories of the literature of Britain (12th–13th centuries).
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The seven-year itch is a popular belief, that happiness in a marriage or long-term romantic relationship declines after around seven years.
The phrase was used in the title of the play The Seven Year Itch by George Axelrod, and gained popularity following the 1955 film adaptation starring Marilyn Monroe and Tom Ewell.
The notion of a husband cheating on his wife was considered a completely unacceptable action onscreen during the 1950’s. It was a time when the censors had a field day deciding what they believed was morally accepted. That is why The Seven Year Itch (1955) succeeded and failed at the same time as a film. It failed because Director Billy Wilder was hamstrung by film censor rules and a moral code of decency. Wilder always personally felt that his vision for the film was unjustly compromised. But it succeeded because the forced changes allowed it to play out as a wonderful comedy/fantasy film, teasing the audience about infidelity without actually going too far unlike the stage play it was based on, which actually showed the husband cheating on his wife. For Wilder, who was known for pushing the envelope, by showing themes no one else would dare do, it was a compromise that he eventually accepted and surprisingly for him payed dividends.
The scene in the film, where Marilyn stood over a subway grate and her white dress blew up in the air by a train passing underneath made cinematic history.
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Marilyn Monroe