I read this quote yesterday and it reminded me of you
“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom”
Thank you and Merry Christmas sweetheart 🎄
I love the quote, thank you. Hope you had a good one,too :)
As cliche as it may sound, I have everything I need......I just want some time to relax and do nothing, it's all I need right now to keep my sanity...spend time with my family, listening to music....power down and recharge.
What author or book would you recommend to a stranger?
Ohhh, idk, literary tastes are totally subjective, I rarely recommend a book, most of the books I like are....hmmm....well known. Here are a few authors/poets I like Oscar Wilde John Steinbeck Peter Ustinov Max Frisch Thomas Mann Rumi Gogol Stefan Zweig Orhan Pamuk Fyodor Dostoyevsky Timothy Finley Clarice Lispector The list is totally, totally incomplete ohhh....and Milan Kundera and Marquez and I like Murakami and ....well.....incomplete Thanks for your question..and ...I'm so sorry for not replying sooner.
Both, it depends on subject/motif. I love Salgado's black and white photos, they are fascinating and I think they would be less expressive, less powerful in color....however, there are some natury images....certain flowers or animals that simply demand color. A rainbow in black and white just doesn’t feel....right.
is it bad that I've never heard of the armenian genocide😅
Ohhhh, *stonily stare* it's absolutely inex....kidding, haha ....it's .... excusable, lol First time I've heard about it was last year....never heard of it before and believe me, I've never skipped a history class. :)
Haha, I doubt it...... it's about the Armenian genocide ( still a controversial topic in some parts of the world *rolls eyes*) How a group of people basically gave the Ottoman government thumbs down to the deportation order. Instead....they gathered together, fled to a mountain ( Musa Dagh) and defended themselves .....successfully, against the Turks. It's really deep, the daily struggle of these 5000 Armenians, hunger, despair, fear, hope. It's remarkably well written and shows the difficulties of human coexistence in a limited space and .....under extreme circumstances ( 6 villages practically gave up their individuality and merged into one community). The book was published in 1933, banned in Nazi Germany and Turkey, burned a few months later. I love banned books :) Happy reading ! Hahaha
Here are a few of the books I've recently read ...... Flowers for Algernon Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress Mrs. Dalloway The Waiting Years A Heart so White And I've just started reading Homo Faber :)
Ohhhh wow, well done. It's soooo difficult to put thoughts into words and onto paper.....and read it aloud in front of an audience. You chose a "heavy" theme, so sad.....yet beautifully written and emotionally presented. Thanks for sharing. Hmmmmm, I hope it's not autobiographical :)
Ok then...as you wish....this is an excerpt from a book I recently read....I find it pretty soul stirring and touching....makes me contemplate my own mortality and realize how small and insignificant I am....at the same time I find it hmmm...inspiring....I'm determined to leave something of myself behind, haha The character talks about the Altamira caves. ....and there above us, clustered in juxtapositions the meanings of which are lost beyond the barricades of time, were the drawings of all those animals whose shapes have long since been altered and disappeared from the view of men.......he continues.....and out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of something irresistible above my head, seen in the ebb and flow of the swinging light: the imprint of a human hand. God only knew how long ago it had been put there. Maybe ten- maybe 20000 years before. This is my mark; it said. My mark that I was here. All I can tell you of myself and of my time and of the world in which I lived is in this signature: this handprint; mine. I saw these animals. I saw this grass. I saw these stars. We made these wars. And then the ice came. Now the stars have disappeared. The grass is gone; the animals are calling to us beyond this place-the frozen entrance to this cave ..... In days or hours we will have died. We cannot breathe. The lanthorn flickers. All the air is gone. I leave you this: my hand as a signature beside these images of what I knew. Look how my fingers spread to tell my name. Some there are who never disappear. And I knew I was sitting at the heart of the human race-which is its will to say I am.