inesawolf

Life, love, dreams…


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Enduring Wisdom from Abraham Lincoln

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1. “It is true that you may fool all of the people some of the time; you can even fool some of the people all of the time; but you can’t fool all of the people all of the time.”

2. “Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe.”

3. “Character is like a tree and reputation its shadow. The shadow is what we think it is and the tree is the real thing.”

4. “I don’t like that man. I must get to know him better.”

5. “He has a right to criticize, who has a heart to help.”

6. “I am not concerned that you have fallen — I am concerned that you arise.”

7. “The probability that we may fail in the struggle ought not to deter us from the support of a cause we believe to be just.”

8. “Commitment is what transforms a promise into reality.”

9. “No man is good enough to govern another man without that other’s consent.”

10. “If you once forfeit the confidence of your fellow citizens, you can never regain their respect and esteem.”

11. “The best way to predict your future is to create it”

12. “Those who look for the bad in people will surely find it.”

13. “Live a good life. In the end it is not the years in a life, but the life in the years.”

14. “People are just as happy as they make up their minds to be.”

15. “Whenever I hear anyone arguing for slavery, I feel a strong impulse to see it tried on him personally.”


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Sunset love…

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Sunset –

Standing next to you

Barefoot,

Watching bloody sky.

Silence –

Warm breeze touches the skin

Shiver of desire.

Tender smile on your lips –

Almost a sin…

Your eyes are lost in thoughts,

Mine…on your face.

Under a starry sky and lonely tree –

Longing for a kiss

The heart bits fast…

 

Love and sunset,

Bitter liquor in my veins.

Intoxicating soul,

Whispers in the night.

And you…

You… will never know

What my dream was like.

IW


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The Milgram Experiment – Can you kill somebody?

A mind blowing experiment which just horrified and made me rethink the whole idea I had about Second World War and also about the present times. This reminds me of some quotes from “East of Eden”  by J. Steinbeck:

“But Cain lived and had children, and Abel lives only in the story. We are Cain’s children.”

“We are  violent people. Maybe it’s true that we are all descended from the restless, the nervous, the criminals, the arguers and brawlers, but also the brave and independent and generous. And so we’re overbrave and overfearful – we’re kind and cruel as children.”


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The man across the street…

 

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There is a man across the street. Everything tells that he is different. With his eyes lost in clouds and an unaware smile he strolls aimlessly in this crazy city. He talks to himself; he runs then suddenly stops to look at something…then he goes dipper in an unknown world staring sadly the sky. A smile reappears on his face – a childish smile, like he saw an angel.

  How does his world look like?   Who is actually more insane, we – the majority who fallows some stupid rules without living a life we want, or he – the man who chose to create his own reality?

Why is it so easy to stigmatize people who are different then we are? Who said that the majority is equal to a standard or normality? Maybe, the whole world is nothing then a big bedlam. How else would you explain this urge of majority to force the people who don’t fallow the rules, to fit in those tiny patterns?

 People with a different perspective on life are declared mad. Being an authentic personality means freak! Forget your dreams, forget your thoughts and inner voice, you have to be as majority is! And who in the end is mad?

Our sanity was chosen as being “normal”, but it could be otherwise. So… the border sometimes is really thin and nobody can guaranty anything.


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Bus station

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Gray people…gray day.

Cold drops of rain.

Crying tries –

Black birds across the sky.

Shivering bodies,

Under broken umbrellas.

Dumb strangers,

Lost in their thoughts.

Suddenly–

Three bright yellow lilies,

Wrapped in a wet piece of newspaper,

Gently hold in an old man’s hand…

Delicate flowers, wrinkled skin.

The beginning and the end.

The beauty … lost of it…

Bits of moments…countdown.

What’s their story? Maybe life…

Three yellow lilies…

We still breathe under a blue sky.

The world is new, the eyes awaken …

IW