"Time is like a river. You cannot touch the same water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again.”

“You cannot teach a man anything; you can only help him discover it in himself.”
Galileo Galilei

Time

"
Time is too slow for those who wait,
too swift for those who fear,
too long for those who grieve, 
too short for those who rejoice,
but for those who love,
time is an eternity. 
"
Henry Van Dyke

Todd-Michael St. Pierre
My Dream

Where the mountains touch the sky

Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly

A secret place above the crowds

Just beneath marshmallow clouds

Lift your eyes to a snowy peak

And see the soon- to- be we seek

Whisper DREAMS and let them rise

To the mountains old and wise

Climbers climb, it's time to try

Where the mountains touch the sky

Take me there. Oh take me now

Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow

Where the ocean meets the sky

Where mermaid dance and seagulls fly

A place in DREAMS I know so well

The sea inside a single shell

Far across the living sea

A pale blue possibility

Beyond the castles made of sand

Tomorrow in a small child's hand

Only DREAMERS need apply

Where the ocean meets the sky

Take me there. Oh take me now

Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow

Where the forests reach the sky

Men are equal and doves still fly

No thorns of war, a perfect rose

This is where the green grass grows

Out beyond the crystal stream

Like Dr. King I have a DREAM

Imagine such a goal in sight

For red and yellow, black and white

Whisper now, let the DREAM begin

It's time to trust the truth within

This is where we seek and find

A gift in being colorblind

Dream on Dreamers, hopes are high

Where the forests reach the sky

Take me there. Oh take me now

Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow

Now, listen close, the future calls

"Build your bridges and tear down walls! "

For time has taught and so it seems

Realities are born of DREAMS

Rudyard Kipling

If 

If you can keep your head when all about you 

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; 

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, 

But make allowance for their doubting too; 

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, 

Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, 

Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, 

And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; 

If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; 

If you can meet with triumph and disaster 

And treat those two imposters just the same; 

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken 

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, 

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, 

And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings 

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, 

And lose, and start again at your beginnings 

And never breath a word about your loss; 

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew 

To serve your turn long after they are gone, 

And so hold on when there is nothing in you 

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, 

Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; 

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; 

If all men count with you, but none too much; 

If you can fill the unforgiving minute 

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - 

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, 

And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

Intamplari

Merg pe strada.
Incetisor.
Am fortat piciorul zilele astea pe scari, si genunchiul operat mai protesteaza din cand in cand.
Dar e mai bine decat acum o saptamana, asa ca sunt optimist.
Ca aproape intotdeauna :)
Vad un domn in varsta, in jur de 65-70 de ani, in pantaloni scurti, cu un catel alb.
Bichon.
In varsta si el, cred ca peste 10 ani.
Il tine pe un fel de margine a unul bloc, aflata la aprox 1 metru deasupra solului.
Il tine cu mana sub burta, si il ajuta.
Sa mearga.
Catelul isi misca f greu un piciorus din spate, iar pe celalalt aproape deloc.
Probabil a fost operat.
Ma uit uimit la el, si vad ca parca ar fi constient ca omul vrea sa il ajute ca sa reinceapa sa mearga, pt ca incearca sa isi miste picioarele din spate si sa se impinga in ele, desi, asa cum e tinut, ar putea sa inainteze doar cu cele din fata.
Dar nu, el se straduie sa se impinga in cele din spate.
Si reuseste cat de cat.
Ajung in dreptul lui, si o pereche de nasturei de culoare neagra se intorc catre mine.
Ma privesc.
Calzi.
Foarte calzi.
Si, optimisti.

Intamplari

Un baietel, la o masa, in spring time, singur.
5-6 anisori.
Alaturi, la alta masa, doua fete.
In jur de 20 de ani.
Baietelul munceste la un pahar cu pepsi.
Fetele, la fel.
Baietelul, uitandu-se la paiul din paharul lui, galben, si apoi la cel din paharul unei fete:
- am pai ca al tau  (soptit aproape)
Fata il aude, si ii zambeste.
- da, asa ai?
- da...
- bine. vrei sa fii iubitul meu? :)
Baietelul se rusineaza si nu mai zice nimic.
Fata zambeste.
Termina amandoua de baut si pleaca.
Intre timp, vin la masa baietelului doi barbati, care erau la coada.
Unul dintre ei, tatal baietelului.
Baietelul, uitandu-se dupa fete:
- tata, vreau sa iti spun ceva.
- ce anume tati?
- cred ca m-am indragostit! :))))

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