I counted my years

The Valuable Time of Maturity

“I counted my years and discovered that I have fewer years left to live compared to the time I have lived until now.

I feel like that kid who won a package of goodies: the first ate them eagerly, but when he perceived that there were few, he began to savour them deeply.

I have no time for endless meetings where discuss statutes, rules, procedures and regulations, knowing that it will not achieve anything.

I have no time to withstand ridiculous people who, despite their chronological age have not grown.

I don’t have time to deal with mediocrity.

I do not want to be in meetings where parade inflated egos.

I won’t tolerate manipulators and opportunists.

Bother me envious, seeking to discredit the most able, to usurp their places, talents and achievements.

I detest people who do not argue about content but titles.

My time is too precious to discuss titles.

I want the essence, my soul is in a hurry. Not many treats are left in the packet.

I want to live among human people, very human. People, who can laugh at their mistakes.
Who do not become full of themselves because of their triumphs.
Who do not consider themselves elite, before they have really become one.
Who do not run away from their responsibilities.
Who defend human dignity.
Who do not want anything else but to walk along with truth, righteousness, honesty and integrity.

The essential thing is what makes life worthwhile.

I want to surround myself with people who can touch the hearts of others.
People who despite the hard knockouts of life, grew up with a soft touch in their soul.

Yes, I am in a hurry. So that I can live with the intensity, which only maturity can give me.

I intend not to waste any of the treats I have left. I am sure they will be more exquisite compared to the ones I have eaten so far.

My goal is to reach the end satisfied and at peace with my loved ones and my conscience.

I hope yours is the same, because the end will come anyway…”

Mario De Andrade (October 9, 1893 – February 25, 1945) 

 

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Sean

Today 534 years ago

The American who was the first to discover Columbus 
made a terrible discovery.

Der Amerikaner, der den Kolumbus zuerst entdeckte,
machte eine böse Entdeckung. [G 183]

Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742 - 1799)

Laughing Lhursday*

Night and Dreams

Having helped her to sit up on the edge of the bed, he says while kneeling in front of her and putting on her slippers:
- You look like I was again causing you nightmares.
No response. No smile. No eye sparkling.
- Did I again offer you tea all night until you were fed up with me?
- ...
- Hm, do you think you are ready to fly into my arms?
- Yes.
- Alright then. ... Ready?
- Yes.
- You know that you will never ever fall when the strongest of all sons-in-law's with you?
- Yes.
- Good. So let's do it, Mylady. One ... two ... three! Done.
A little scream. Her head leaning against his left shoulder; he feels her shivering.
- Did it hurt?
- No.
- You say when you are ready for the marathon?
- I am ready.
- Good. So give me your hands, Mylady.
Slowly, step by step, they cover the three metres to the bedroom door, its threshold.
- And now we are climbing Mt. Everest. ... Good.

Minutes later. The old woman sitting on the toilet, he sitting on the rim of the bath tub.
- Don't you feel well?
- No.
- Any pain?
- No.
- So, w...
- I'll tell you when I've the teeth in my mouth.
- So be it.
He smiles. Their eyes meet. She does not smile.

Half an hour later, having another marathon behind her, with climbing Nanga Parbat and Popocatepetl, surviving a breakfast containing of three tiny bits of bread - one with egg and fleurs de sel, one with walnut cheese, one with chaumes -, a cup of tea and three pills, she says:
- It was so horrible! Wearing white runners, on arriving with my bicycle at the grocer's suddenly there was a sandheap. I fell. While getting up, fortunately Mickey appeared. Mickey, I said, could you please pick up my bike? He did, and I asked him: Mickey, would you now, please, be so kind and slap me? - But, why should I slap you, Eireen? he asked. Oh, Mickey, I said, Sean's told me by no means to get up without him. I could call him at any time of the day and the night, and now I am here. He will ... In the next moment I awoke ... ah ... and so relieved I felt to be in my bed. Still, I was shivering with horror.
- White runners? Did you ever wear white runners?
- No.
- Did you really ask Mickey to slap you?
- Yes.
And he laughed and laughed and ... both they laughed.

 

 

* [For first time visitors]: 
Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that 
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.  

Wishing the bastard(s) an extra long life

Surely the President of the Russian Federation enjoys a most happy 74th birthday with all his dear friends, and everyone will have done his best to make the "flawless democrat" happy.
I do wish him and his entourage an extraordinarily long life with but one tooth left – and 59 minutes toothache each hour – whilst their testicles are slowly and painfully rotting!

Anna Politkovskaya

20 years ago, October 7th, 2006 some admirers intended to surprise (?) their beloved President with a very very special present - and let assassinate Anna Politkovskaya.

Wtoraja Tschetschenskaja
Second Chechen War

Well, and here's a List of murdered Russian journalists.

And a list of journalists killed during the Russo-Ukrainian war (so far)

On the road

A wide field.

Corn for a biogas plant.

Anyone who feels attacked is being addressed

Nationalism is an infantile disease.
It is the measles of mankind.

Albert Einstein

The World As I See It, 1935

Unity?

After 37 years, almost an entire generation knows, at best from hearsay, what life felt like in the two Germanys (in the decades) before 9 November 1989.
No doubt this has to do with education. And therefore with stupidity.
If Hamlet lived in these climes, he would probably say with respect to the German Unity Day:
Something is rotten in the state of Germany.

And who were I to disagree?

Friday is Skyday

...

Laughing Lhursday*

For some phenomena,
even I have no explanation. ;-)

* [For first time visitors]: 
Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that 

I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

The most beautiful word

En güzel deniz:
henüz gidilmemiş olanıdır.
En güzel çocuk:
henüz büyümedi.
En güzel günlerimiz:
henüz yaşamadıklarımız.
Ve sana söylemek istediğim en güzel söz:
henüz söylemiş olduğum sözdür ...
Nâzim Hikmet, 24 Eylül 1945


The most beautiful sea:
the one not been sailed yet.
The most beautiful child:
the one not grown up yet.
The most beautiful days of ours:
those we did not live yet.
And the most beautiful word I want to tell:
the word I did not tell you yet.
September 24th, 1945


Das schönste Meer:
das noch nicht befahrene.
Das schönste Kind:
das noch nicht herangewachsene.
Unsere schönsten Tage:
jene, die wir noch nicht erlebten.
Und das schönste Wort, das ich dir sagen möchte:
jenes, das ich dir noch nicht gesagt habe.
24. September 1945

El mar més bonic: 
el que encara no hem navegat. 
El nen més bonic:
el que encara no ha crescut.
Els nostres dies més bonics:
els que encara no hem viscut. 
I les paraules més boniques que us vull dir:
les que acabo de pronunciar... 
24 de setembre 1945 

;-)

Nâzım Hikmet (17 January 1902 – 3 June 1963)

Beers & Books (460) – Empty Spain

La España vacía
Leeres Spanien
Empty Spain

Sergio del Molino *16 August 1979

Beers & Books (459) – Flannery O'Connor: Stories

Not a soul can be trusted anymore.

Flannery O'Connor (25 March 1925 – 3 August 1964)

Friday is Skyday

Spectacular cloud shows

... in the sky these days.