Cuando tantos te rodean y estás solo,

No encuentras el modo de escapar de un lodo

Que lo inunda todo.

Cuando te ven como a un rey pero no encuentras tronos

Y tu autoestima te convierte en plastilina contra el plomo.

Hoy me asomo al precipicio

Dispuesto a vencer mi vértigo,

Dispuesto a atar a mi yo cínico y excéptico.

A conversar junto a mi rostro en el espejo

Solos los dos, a olvidar los contras y ver los pros.

Comití mil errores, pero ¿quién no?

Crecí haciendo las maletas para escapar del invierno.

Ahora estoy desaprendiendo,

Limpiando mi armario,

Honrando a quien me quiere sin pedirme nada a cambio.

Mis dudas fueron ogros,

Sus soplos me hicieron daño.

Mis logros fueron chorros de aire

Ante el desengaño.

Y convivo con el

Aunque los años parezcan losas

Y ciertas cosas te maten la fe.

Y es que...

Tantas putadas dejó mi piel amputada,

Tanta gente preocupada dice: ya no disfrutas con nada.

Rutas que acaban en la misma encrucijada siempre.

Reconstruyendo ese tente constantemente.

Hoy amanece y de repente olvido

Que estuve herido,

Vivo tranquilo aunque mi mente juegue conmigo.

El vencedor y el vencido discuten

Eterna charla.

¿Porqué luchar contra mi sombra si puedo abrazarla?

I think life is beautiful, and we have to admire its beauty.

"Making others happy, through kindness of speech and sincerity of right advice, is a sign of true greatness. To hurt another soul by sarcastic words, looks, or suggestions, is despicable. Sarcasm draws out the rebellious spirit and anger in the wrongdoer. Loving suggestions bring out the repentence in him. Repentence consists in thoroughly understanding one's own error and in abandoning it. Friendship is pure by nature. When you have a lilly in your hands, how can you crush it? When you love a person dearly, how can you hurt him, even though he may be wrong? Divine love is unlimited and infinite. When two or more persons are friends always, no matter what happens, that is an expression of divine love, of divine friendship." - {Paramahansa Yogananda}

De repente el verde

Se aprisionó de la cal

Tratando de fundirse

Como el agua y la sal

Playa de Juan López, II Región Chile

Raúl Muñoz Huerta

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Portrait of an evengelist in New York City.

Una canción que habla de la situación actual del mundo: pobreza, malos tratos, políticos corruptos... en definitiva, de las injusticias a las que estamos sometidos en pleno siglo XXI.

De repente desperté y como siempre este maldito mundo, tan extraño como absurdo, tan cruel como taciturno, comenzó a andar del revés...

Para escucharla: www.youtube.com/watch?v=vwBFelYEOAE

(Aclaro: no todas las fotografías son mías. He querido reflejar ciertas situaciones que, por suerte, no las he vivido de cerca. Por ello, he tenido que tirar de la cosecha de terceros)

cuando esa persona que aparece de repente nos alegra la existencia.

Soom Neo-angel Region Humpty-Dumpty

"Eu estava em Torres- RS, com Miriam, Laura e Jorge e de repente apareceu esse inseto. Segundo Miriam que vive no Sul ele se chama Violino, porque seu som é de um violino e tb se repararmos as anteninhas dele tem o formato do arco do violino. Não consegui nenhuma imagem dele, mas confio na minha amiga Miriam Cardoso de Souza."

Compsocerus violaceus (também conhecido como C. aulicus ou C. equestris) . O nome vulgar em espanhol é "guitarrero", conhecido também como "violino", pelo som que produz.

Todos os besouros Longhorn (ou mais arcaica, longicorns) pertencem à família Cerambycidae. Caracterizam-se por antenas extremamente longas, que são muitas vezes tão longas quanto ou mais do corpo do besouro. A família é grande, com mais de 20.000 espécies descritas, pouco mais da metade do Hemisfério Oriental. Vários são consideradas pragas sérias, com a perfuração de larvas em madeira, onde podem causar danos às árvores vivo ou madeira não tratada (ou, ocasionalmente, a madeira dos edifícios, sendo um problema específico dentro de casa). Um número de espécies imitam formigas, abelhas e vespas, embora a maioria das espécies são de colorido críptico. Apesar de uma vasta literatura sobre as relações de acolhimento de larvas cerambycid e as áreas geográficas das espécies, há pouca informação sobre o comportamento de adultos de muitas espécies, porque são crípticos e noturnos. Violaceus Compsocerus ocorre em todo o Brasil e o Uruguai e é conhecido popularmente como "Guitarrero" (guitarrista), devido ao som chilrear que produz esfregando uma de suas pernas contra a borda superior posterior da asa anterior, que tem um raspador de espessura.

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Salvation | Introduction

What is salvation? Every believer in the Lord believes that as long as they pray to the Lord with a true heart, confess and repent to Him, their sins will be forgiven, and they will be saved by grace. When the Lord comes back, they will be directly taken into the kingdom of heaven. Is salvation really so simple?

Xu Zhiqian, the hero of this film, has believed in God for many years. He enthusiastically worked for God and abandoned everything to perform his duties. Because of this, the Chinese Communist Party arrested him and cruelly tortured him, and even sentenced him to six years' imprisonment. After being released, he continued performing duties and had some practical experiences. He was able to solve the practical problems of his brothers and sisters. He didn't make complaints or become negative and weak when his wife was arrested and imprisoned…. The brothers and sisters all praised and commended him. Xu Zhiqian believed that he already had the reality of truth, and he would surely be granted entrance into the kingdom of heaven. Soon after, however, a trial came upon him suddenly. His wife was tortured to death by the Chinese Communist police. He became extremely grieved and had notions about and misunderstanding of God, so he made complaints, and the thoughts of disobeying and betraying God emerged in his mind…. Later, he realized that it was betrayal to God, so he began reflecting upon himself: Can people like him, who complain against God, misunderstand God and betray God when faced with trials be truly saved? Are they qualified to enter the kingdom of God?

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Some brothers and sisters may raise questions, and will say: “We’ve believed in the Lord for many years and have worked very hard for Him. We can’t count how many churches we’ve established, and we’ve even been sent to prison. So even if we do commit sin, God will surely not abandon us!” If this was truly the case, then wouldn’t those Jewish Pharisees who traveled all over the lands and seas to spread the gospel, and yet defied and condemned the Lord Jesus, all have been able to enter into the kingdom of heaven? Why were they still condemned and cursed by the Lord Jesus? Wasn’t the Lord Jesus the loving and merciful God? How was He still able to condemn and curse them? Moreover, these people worked hard for God, so why didn’t the Lord Jesus pardon their sins? Regarding this question, these words of the Lord Jesus come to mind: “Not every one that said to me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that does the will of my Father which is in heaven. Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in your name? and in your name have cast out devils? and in your name done many wonderful works? And then will I profess to them, I never knew you: depart from me, you that work iniquity” (Mat 7:21-23). And a book of truth also says: “Some people will end up saying, ‘I’ve done so much work for You, and though there may not have been celebrated achievements, still I have been diligent in my efforts. Can’t You just let me into heaven to eat the fruit of life?’ You must know what kind of people I desire; those who are impure are not permitted to enter into the kingdom, those who are impure are not permitted to besmirch the holy ground. Though you may have done much work, and have worked for many years, in the end if you are still deplorably filthy—it is intolerable to the law of Heaven that you wish to enter My kingdom!” (“Success or Failure Depends on the Path That Man Walks” in The Word Appears in the Flesh). Reading these words, I suddenly saw the light. It turns out that those who will enter the kingdom of heaven must indeed be those who cast off sin and are cleansed, who follow God’s way, and who obey God, worship God and love God. Those who spread the gospel and cast out demons in the Lord’s name but who don’t follow God’s way are evil-doers in the eyes of God. Just like those Jewish Pharisees—although they appeared pious on the outside, and they worked for God and suffered greatly all their lives, and paid much price, yet when the Lord Jesus incarnated to perform His work of redemption, they refused to accept it, much less submit to or practice the Lord Jesus’ words. Instead, they judged and condemned the Lord Jesus’ work, frantically resisted the Lord, and they even spread notions and rumors to deceive people and obstruct them from accepting the Lord Jesus’ work, and they nailed the Lord Jesus to the cross—by doing this, were they not openly opposing and contesting God? People like this, who simply will not repent, are truly Satan’s partners in crime and are Satan’s lackeys. They worm their way into the church especially to disrupt and demolish God’s work, and people like this have a God-defying essence, they are the enemies of God, and God will never allow hated enemies or the wicked to enter into His kingdom. From this, we are able to see that all who are incapable of practicing God’s words or of obeying God’s work are all unclean and unrighteous; if someone is unable to repent or to cast off their God-defying corrupt disposition, and they go on living in sin, then they are unclean, they are not a righteous person praised by God, but instead they are condemned. The kingdom of heaven is God’s kingdom, and God is holy, so if someone is unclean then how could they be qualified to enter into God’s kingdom and live together with Him? God is merciful and loving to man, but God is also righteous, and will never lead filthy and corrupt people into His kingdom. That is to say, whether or not we can enter into the kingdom of heaven in the end does not depend on how much work we do or how much we suffer, but most importantly it depends on whether or not our corrupt dispositions are changed and cleansed, whether or not we can practice God’s words, do God’s will, and whether or not we are people who love God, obey God and fear God. If we only rely on our own ardor to give things up, expend ourselves, spread the gospel, build churches and support other believers, but our own corrupt dispositions are not changed in the slightest, we still frequently commit sin, defy God and rebel against God, and we are unable to follow God’s way, then we will be evil-doers, and will be unable to enter into the kingdom of heaven.

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Un grupo de ranas viajaba por el

bosque y, de repente, dos de ellas

cayeron en un hoyo profundo.

Todas las demas ranas se reunieron

alrededor del hoyo. Cuando vieron

cuan hondo este era, le dijeron a las

dos ranas en el fondo que para

efectos practicos, se debian dar

por muertas.

Las dos ranas no hicieron caso a

los comentarios de sus amigas y

siguieron tratando de saltar fuera

del hoyo con todas sus fuerzas.

Las otras seguian insistiendo que

sus esfuerzos serian inutiles.

Finalmente, una de las ranas puso

atencion a lo que las demas decian y

se rindio, se desplomo y murió.

La otra rana continuo saltando

tan fuerte como le era posible.

Una vez mas, la multitud de ranas

le gritaba y le hacian señas para que

dejara de sufrir y que simplemente

se dispusiera a morir, ya que no tenia

caso seguir luchando.

Pero la rana salto cada vez con

mas fuerzas hasta que finalmente

logro salir del hoyo.

Cuando salio, las otras ranas

le dijeron: "nos da gusto que

hayas logrado salir, a pesar de

lo que te gritabamos".

La rana les explico que era sorda,

y que pensó que las demas la estaban

animando a esforzarse mas y salir del hoyo.

No recuerdo qué cuento me estaba contando cuando de repente, un zumbido por la izquierda de mis dos orejas me alertó. Tras unos segundos de reconocimiento de la escena, vi como libre y tranquilo aterrizaba en la pared un estupendo ejemplar de mosquito tigre.

Superando los 10mm de rigor que marca su ficha en los documentales de la dos, lucía a la perfección sus patitas en blanco y negro a juego con un admirable aguijón.

Bien, "te voy a matar" pensé. Y mientras yo fallaba con un confiado derechazo acolchado en papel de water, él respondía con una inaudita maniobra de evasión realizada a toda leche pasando muy cerca de mi cara.

"Je... te voy a matar" repensé.

Con el duelo formalmente iniciado, comenzaron una serie de intentos de homicidio trapo cocina en mano sin mucho éxito. El tío era rápido, muy rápido.

Esquivó dos cojinazos en mi cama y una funda de portátil contra el techo.

Era un vacilón, lo veía en su mosquita cara y eso no me gustaba nada.

Ya calentito, le lancé una caja entera de lápices alpino acompañada de una novela regalada jamás comenzada. A dicho obús, le siguieron un viejo disco duro, un par de carpetas y un ratón que no usaba. Tras una lámpara rota y una pared más que marcada, se hizo la calma.

"¿Dónde está? ¿ha muerto? necesito ver el cuerpo"

Fue entonces cuando me volvió a zumbar la oreja (esta vez la derecha) momento en el cual terminé de perder unos nervios ya bastante desorientados.

Así pues, esperé a que se arrinconara el solito para desconectar cuidadosamente el cable usb y tirarle encima la impresora A3 mientras gritaba "¡jódete!", tumbando dos estanterías en plan melé, una bicicleta estática, un monitor CRT y para asegurar la faena, después de amontonar varios desodorantes en spray; disparé con una Colt para provocar una pequeña explosión.

Con un interior irrespirable y arrasado, salí afuera pensando "como vuelva y esté vivo, lo mato".

Según salía de Liechtenstein, cogí la carretera que pasaba por todos los pueblecitos de Suiza en dirección a Austria. En uno de los primeros, de repente, me topé con un estanque muy hermoso, y como iba sin rumbo, sin horario, sin prisa, y sin nada, pues decidí parar porque el lugar me pareció que merecía la pena.

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Al fondo, un grupo de preescolares disfrutaban del entorno, y unos ancianos paseaban a sus perros. Yo, aparqué el coche al otro lado de la carretera, cogí las cámaras, pero lo dejé a cielo abierto, ¡bendita seguridad suiza!, que te permite confiarte.

Una pareja de patos, y un cisne, estaban relativamente cerca. El cisne se acicalaba con esmero, apoyado en una piedra que apenas estaba sumergida unos centímetros bajo el agua. No paraba de moverse y era tan hermoso como difícil de capturar en una pose digna. Así me tuvo, jugando a hacerse el protagonista de mi vida durante unos minutos. Por fin, se estiró, levantó todo su cuerpo, estiró el cuello y desplegó sus alas vigorosamente un par de veces, para, acto seguido, como quien se ha desperezado, volvió a meter la cabeza en el agua. Cuando la sacó, por unos segundos, se llevó su pico al pecho, y justo ese fue mi momento. Las gotas de agua resbalaron de su pico y se quedaron en sus plumas, me encanta ese detalle en la foto. No duró mucho en esa posición. Sabedor de que lo había inmortalizado, con todo su porte empezó a deslizarse suavemente por la superficie líquida sin apenas removerla. Su cuello, otrora malabarista de las posturas imposibles llegando a cualquier rincón de su cuerpo, ahora parecía rígido, como mirando a un punto fijo. Parecía una estatua de sal moviéndose por el estanque como un figurante en medio de un vals. Una delicia digna de ver. Sobra decirte lo mucho que te recordé en estos momentos.

“Patito Feo”, las dos con mayúsculas, porque Feo era el nombre que le pusieron en el cuento. Siempre te has referido a ti en el pasado como el Patito Feo… me alegra que por fin te sientas cisne, porque en verdad lo eres, eres Cisne Hermoso, las dos con mayúsculas, porque eres el Cisne más Hermoso de este pequeño estanque que es el mundo.

No sé quién o quienes te hicieron ver esto, si fui yo uno de ellos, esa alegría que me llevo, cosita.

Y ahora, sólo deseo tener de nuevo la oportunidad de poder disfrutar algunos momentos, igual que me pasó en ese viaje por Suiza, del maravilloso espectáculo de estar cerca de un cisne, y que ese cisne, sea Cisne Hermoso, seas tú, cosita, y me saques por unos momentos de esta melancolía que me abraza. Y que me ocurra como a Herminia, quien hundida en la vejez, recibe la visita de su mago, y esa tarde rejuvenece y se le van todos los males...

El día que tenga esa oportunidad, querré de nuevo ir sin rumbo, no tener prisa ni horarios, y no tener nada ni necesitarlo, porque tú, con tu presencia y compañía, me lo darás todo, y nada más me hará falta.

اذا اراد الله

Así de repente sin avisar, apareció ante mi vista y se posó en uno árbol cercano, la sorpresa fue mayúscula y aunque estaba un poco lejos había que inmortalizarlo, ya me hubiera gustado que se hubiera posado más cerca, pero de todas formas mereció la pena. aún se quedó un ratito para que disfrutara de su belleza.

Espero verlo más veces y a poder ser más cerca.

Sám Hối

From an email written to a friend some 3000 miles away after the tsunami of 26th December 2004:- " I was not home when it happened. I was working on one of the remote islands and I had no means of traveling home till 10 days later. I saw the sea rise like a towering wall of water.

and we are together in our tragedy."

"Come, Come who or whatever you are

Should you be an unbeliever, a Magian or a pagan still come

Our lodge is not a lodge of despair

With hundred repentions unheeded you may be,still, come"

For Muslims and non-Muslims alike, the main reason to come to Konya is to visit the Mevlâna Museum, the former lodge of the whirling dervishes and home to the tomb of Celaleddin Rumi (later known as Mevlâna), who we have to thank for giving the world the whirling dervishes. This is one of the biggest pilgrimage centres in Turkey, and the building's fluted dome of turquoise tiles is one of Turkey's most distinctive sights.

For Muslims, this is a very holy place, and more than 1.5 million people visit it a year, most of them Turkish. You will see many people praying for Rumi's help. When entering, women should cover their head and no one should wear singlets or shorts.

After walking through a pretty garden you pass through the Dervişan Kapısı (Gate of the Dervishes) and enter a courtyard with an ablutions fountain in the centre.

At the entrance to the mausoleum, the Ottoman silver door bears the inscription, 'Those who enter here incomplete will come out perfect'. Put on the supplied plastic over-shoes before entering. Once inside the mausoleum, look out for the big bronze Nisan tası (April bowl) on the left. April rainwater, vital to the farmers of this region, is still considered sacred and was collected in this 13th-century bowl. The tip of Mevlâna's turban was dipped in the water and offered to those in need of healing. Also on the left are six sarcophagi belonging to Bahaeddin Veled's supporters who followed him from Afghanistan.

Continue through to the part of the room directly under the fluted dome. Here you can see Mevlâna's Tomb (the largest), flanked by that of his son Sultan Veled and those of other eminent dervishes. They are all covered in velvet shrouds heavy with gold embroidery, but those of Mevlâna and Veled bear huge turbans, symbols of spiritual authority; the number of wraps denotes the level of spiritual importance. Bahaeddin Veled's wooden tomb stands on one end, leading devotees to say Mevlâna was so holy that even his father stands to show respect. There are 66 sarcophagi on the platform, not all visible.

Mevlâna's tomb dates from Seljuk times. The mosque and semahane, the hall where whirling ceremonies were held, were added later by Ottoman sultans (Mehmet the Conqueror was a Mevlevi adherent and Süleyman the Magnificent made charitable donations to the order). Selim I, conqueror of Egypt, donated the Mamluk crystal lamps.

The semahane to the left of the sepulchral chamber contains exhibits such as the original copy of the Mathnawi, Mevlâna's cape and other clothing, a 9th-century gazelle-skin Christian manuscript and a copy of the Koran so tiny that its author went blind writing it. In the middle of the room is a display case holding a casket which contains strands of Mohammed's beard. The small mosque in front of the semahane is reserved for prayers but as you exit the building, look to the left of the mihrab for a seccade (prayer carpet) bearing a picture of the Kaaba at Mecca. Made in Iran of silk and wool, it's extremely fine, with some three million knots (144 per square centimetre).

The matbah (kitchen) of the lodge is in the southwest corner of the courtyard. It is decorated as it would have been in Mevlâna's day, with mannequins dressed as dervishes. Look out for the wooden practice board, used by novice dervishes to learn to whirl. The dervish cells (where the dervishes lived) run along the northern and western sides of the courtyard. Inside the cells are a host of ethnographic displays relating to dervish life. In particular, one room contains personal items belonging to Şems of Tabriz including his hat and a manuscript of the Mâkâlât, his most famous work.

The complex can get oppressively busy, and seeing any of the contents of the museum display cases can be a pushing and shoving, head-ducking affair. Come early on a weekday if you want to see all the items in peace. On the other hand, the atmosphere on busy days is almost addictive and more than makes up for not being able to properly examine the museum pieces.

Beside the museum is the Selimiye Camii.

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Y de repente a la vuelta de la esquina te encuentras esa vida de todos los días en un instante te das cuenta de la belleza que desprenden y que a veces nos cuesta ver de tanto como la vemos.

Lentamente la vida se desnuda

ante mis ojos de ya no desiguales

vestiduras,vida vives en los ojos

de las plantas de los arboles que

moran en los valles,en las montañas

altivas del Norte de mi tierra ,donde

se alzan bosques de tu espalda y

tu infancia se oye entre el gentio.

Lentamente la vida vive

en los espejos de los ojos.

© Soledad Bezanilla

Y de repente te encuentras un lugar bien paisa en nuestra Plaza de Mercado de Caicedonia, Valle.

Compártela para que lleguen a más personas nuestras tradiciones y nuestra gente.

“Marvao se ve desde Castelo de Vide pero desde Marvao se ve todo. El viajero exagera, pero ésta es justamente la impresión que siente cuando aún no llegó, cuando va por la llanura y surge, de repente, ahora más cerca, el morro altísimo que parece alzarse en la vertical. A más de ochocientos metros de altura, Marvao recuerda uno de aquellos monasterios griegos del Monte Athos”… “La carretera sufre para alcanzar lo alto, son curvas y curvas en un amplio arco del círculo que rodea la montaña, pero al fin el visitante puede poner pie en tierra y asistir a su propio triunfo”. José Saramago, Viaje a Portugal

Cordillera de Sama, Tarija, Bolivia

"Amanece en Pujzara (...) a los pies de la Laguna Grande, en el más maravilloso altiplano andino que hasta entonces había pisado. A 3.200 msnm los fuertes dolores de cabeza y el frío gélido que recorrían nuestros cuerpos no nos impiden salir en busca del primer rayo de luz que se muestra como un destello tras las montañas, aún oscuras, de aquel lugar. (...) De repente, la sensación de pertenecer a ese ecosistema en el que las llamas conviven con el hombre y que sólo así cobra sentido todo (...) y quizá sobren las palabras."

Recordo ainda…

VIII

Recordo ainda… e nada mais me importa…

Aqueles dias de uma luz tão mansa

Que me deixavam, sempre, de lembrança,

Algum brinquedo novo à minha porta…

Mas veio um vento de Desesperança

Soprando cinzas pela noite morta!

E eu pendurei na galharia torta

Todos os meus brinquedos de criança…

Estrada afora após segui… Mas, ai,

Embora idade e senso eu aparente

Não vos iluda o velho que aqui vai:

Eu quero os meus brinquedos novamente!

Sou um pobre menino… acreditai…

Que envelheceu, um dia, de repente!

(Mario Quintana em A rua dos cataventos)

Soneto da separação

De repente do riso fez-se o pranto

Silencioso e branco como a bruma

E das bocas unidas fez-se a espuma

E das mãos espalmadas fez-se o espanto.

De repente da calma fez-se o vento

Que dos olhos desfez a última chama

E da paixão fez-se o pressentimento

E do momento imóvel fez-se o drama.

De repente, não mais que de repente

Fez-se de triste o que se fez amante

E de sozinho o que se fez contente.

Fez-se do amigo próximo o distante

Fez-se da vida uma aventura errante

De repente, não mais que de repente.

Vinícius de Moraes

Repent!

Just a greeting to Chris!

De repente ocurre, algo se acciona…

Y en ese momento sabes que las cosas van a cambiar. Y es ahí donde te das cuenta de

que las cosas solo ocurren una vez.

Outside a Panera. A day late and a dollar short! This man was yelling for all to get on the right path.

by

we are grafy©2014

De repente seu mundo colorido e iluminado tornara-se uma densa escuridão sufocante. Seus olhos ardiam como que em chamas, seus pulmões pediam por um pouco de ar, o corpo desistindo da luta e afundando aos poucos, uma queda para o infinito. Mas então eis que algo a segura e a impede de contemplar a face da jovem morte, junto de seus pais e seus irmãos. Ele a puxa para a superfície, tirando-a daquela imensidão escura e tempestuosa que era o mar. Suas roupas estavam molhadas, mas isso não lhe importava, apenas prestava atenção no rosto da garota que salvara momentos atrás. Ela estava a beira da morte, com hipotermia, desta forma deixando-o sem alternativas. E assim ele a fez imortal, dando-lhe o doce beijo da eternidade.

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Olá cupcakes, como foi o final de semana de vocês? Espero que tenha sido bom ^w^

Eu resgatei essa foto de 2014 pra postar esse desafio, porque queria muito postar alguma coisa, então ta aí.

Esse é um sonho compartilhado da Sabrine e do Klaus, de quando ele a salvou após o barco onde ela estava com sua família ter naufragado.

Eu acabei tendo que postar a descrição pelo celular porque como de costume os meus pais não me deram uma trégua, mas enfim, ta aí u-u

Uma boa noite para todos vocês, cupcakes da tia Marie ❤

De repente, sem mais aguentar a distância entre os dois, Nick tomou Layla em seus braços.

Nick: volta pra mim, Layla! *fala baixinho*

Layla: quem nunca se afastou, não precisa voltar, Nick.

REPENT

Another entry in my "Men in Peril" series.

Así de repente, sin previo aviso... el viento trajo esas nubes, comenzó a cubrir mi cielo, toda la luz que creía tener de repente comenzó a irse, los brillos en las cosas se transformaron en sombríos destellos que se van perdiendo en entre los tonos grises que dejaron aquellas nubes. Todos mis sueños se tornaron oscuros, sin colores y todo así, de repente y sin aviso.

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“Então, de repente, sem pretender, respirou fundo e pensou que era bom viver. Mesmo que as partidas doessem, e que a cada dia fosse necessário adotar uma nova maneira de agir e de pensar, descobrindo-a inútil no dia seguinte - mesmo assim era bom viver. Não era fácil, nem agradável. Mas ainda assim era bom. Tinha quase certeza.”

— Caio Fernando Abreu.

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TIMES SQUARE

Photography’s new conscience

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Recuerdo haberme perdido un millón de veces y haber luchado con desesperación por encontrarme. He vivido así años. Obsesionada con algo que fui o creí ser y perdí o creí perder.

Me di cuenta de que medía mi grandeza según se reflejara en algún otro, alguien ajeno a mi, alguien que no lleva mi piel pero que la toca y la elige. Y la vuelve a elegir. Dejé que me catalogaran. No recuerdo muy bien quién lo originó, pero una vez alguien me hizo creer que yo era especial y de repente (desde entonces) la misión de mi vida fue ser especial para todo aquel que interactúe conmigo.

Fue algo cansador y desgastante. Fue doloroso. Frustrante. Contraproducente.

London Bridge

New York City Pedestrian Crossing