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Muzica se scurgea, se prelingea pe pereti
spre acoperisuri, spre cuiburi de pasari
care sa o inregistreze si sa o cante mai departe
pe barcile unor marinari in ocean,
pe spinarea unui elefant,
in fluieratul tau.

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“Noi, cei care am trăit în lagărele de concentrare, ne putem aminti de acei oameni care, trecând din baracă în baracă, îşi dăruiau altora ultima lor bucată de pâine. Vor fi fost puţini la număr, dar îndeajuns de mulţi pentru a dovedi că totul îi poate fi luat omului, mai puţin un lucru: ultima dintre libertăţi – aceea de a-şi alege atitudinea într-un anumit set de circumstanţe, de a-şi alege propriul mod de a fi.”

 (Viktor Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning)

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When feeling lost, read. Go find yourself in books. While reading, one understands himself, others and the world.

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“Astăzi a fost o zi bună pentru mine. Trebuie să termin cu grijile astea copilăreşti în legătură cu mine însumi, cu trecutul meu şi cu viitorul meu.
Să dau şi altora ceva din mine.”

(Daniel Keys, Flori pentru Algernon)

 

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“And so my prayer is that your story will have involved some leaving and some coming home, some summer and some winter, some roses blooming out like children in a play. My hope is your story will be about changing, about getting something beautiful born inside of you about learning to love a woman or a man, about learning to love a child,about moving yourself around water, around mountains, around friends, about learning to love others more than we love ourselves, about learning oneness as a way of understanding God. We get one story, you and I, and one story alone. God has established the elements, the setting and the climax and the resolution. It would be a crime not to venture out, wouldn’t it?

It might be time for you to go. It might be time to change, to shine out.

I want to repeat one word for you:
Leave.

Roll the word around on your tongue for a bit. It is a beautiful word, isn’t it? So strong and forceful, the way you have always wanted to be. And you will not be alone. You have never been alone. Don’t worry. Everything will still be here when you get back. It is you who will have changed.”

Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts

(via Ancu, OAPD)

Oh, but I’m not talking about that city in France. There is this Paris inside me and you, where thousands of lights illuminate our eyes each time we see each other, while french music starts playing itself in our ears and our lips are french kissing before we can even notice.

What we see depends on what we look for. :)

Inspired by Hailey Bartholomew and her 365 grateful project.

Paris, 2013

you know how i feel

Montmartre, Paris 2013

Amsterdam,  2013