18th April 2013

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For all those hardworking waitress & waiters out there who depend on their tips.

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18th April 2013

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But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart.
~  Antoine de Saint-Exupéry,  The Little Prince

But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart.

~  Antoine de Saint-Exupéry,  The Little Prince

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18th April 2013

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But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart.  
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry,  The Little Prince

But the eyes are blind. One must look with the heart.  

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry,  The Little Prince

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18th April 2013

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Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change. ~ Wayne W. Dyer 

Change the way you look at things and the things you look at change. ~ Wayne W. Dyer 

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18th April 2013

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Daffodils


I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed—and gazed—but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils. 

William Wordsworth Longfellow

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. 

William Wordsworth Longfellow

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4th April 2013

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panfrican:

“If your dreams do not scare you, they are not big enough.” ~ Ellen Johnson Sirleaf

She is the first woman to be elected president of an African country.

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29th March 2013

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abrasivelyyours:

wenchymcwench:


We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter: ‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave.  I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?” My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.” Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks ‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’ It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it.
 
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I just saw this and thought it would be incredible to share this so maybe it  could catch on whereever you may live 

Epic idea.

abrasivelyyours:

wenchymcwench:

We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:
‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave.

I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?”
My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.”

Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks
‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’

It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it.

 

Source : [x]


I just saw this and thought it would be incredible to share this so maybe it  could catch on whereever you may live

Epic idea.

Source: wenchymcwench

28th March 2013

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souloftheroseurluv:

ever-reverie:

 light

souloftheroseurluv  ॐ ~ ⚘ A Sensual, Spiritual and Sophisticated blog ⚘ ~ ॐ

souloftheroseurluv:

ever-reverie:

 light

souloftheroseurluv 
 ॐ ~ ⚘ A Sensual, Spiritual and Sophisticated blog ⚘ ~ ॐ

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23rd March 2013

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”I asked an old man: “Which is more important? To love or to be loved?”
The old man replied: “Which is more important to a bird? The left wing 
or the right wing?”

”I asked an old man: “Which is more important? To love or to be loved?”

The old man replied: “Which is more important to a bird? The left wing 

or the right wing?”

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23rd March 2013

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"In Your Arms" (Tango Entertainment), is an animated short created by three French animators François-Xavier Goby, Edouard Jouret and Matthieu Landour, who gave the story to life while studying at the animation school Supinfocom Valenciennes. ’s short film is charged with emotion, melancholy and passion. Shows the beauty of the tragedy to the beat of pure tango dancing: "In Your Arms" by Alfredo de Angelis and Oscar Larroca and "Hurricane" by Edgardo Donato. "In Your Arms" has an excellent finish, high quality of animations and performances, full of creativity and a flow reaches magnanimous convey emotions, passion for music and the expressiveness of the characters. Jorge and Elba are two famous and talented tango dancers, but her world collapsed when seen bars he suffers an accident and is confined to a wheelchair. Elba never stops and shows her that life goes on. The passion and love they have, and professing feelings toward this sweet and powerful music is the medicine that gives light and shine to your soul. Music (Part One): "In Your Arms" by Alfredo de Angelis and Oscar Larroca (vocal). Composed by Carlos Zarate.Elizardo Martínez Vilas lyrics (Marvil). Musica (Final Part): "Hurricane" by Edgardo Donato. Composed by Osvaldo Donato. IN YOUR ARMS I blinded me in your big eyes and I landed in your arms. And in your arms I was happy, because I loved you with delirium. I was to fall into your arms and so I got to martyrdom; I swear I went crazy, when I was inside, and I knew what I was doing. want to look to God, but I bite the pain, even if I have to die.For I love you to martyrdom, when I left my house and, although my soul was in your arms, I left you, it’s like dying. really hurts in the claw meat! So escape hurts your arms! From your arms, that clung to me, crying: My life will go if you go! Now, with her ​​heart in pieces, I trembled at the thought of your arms every night of horror and screamed, screamed your name dear. wanted back into your arms and seeing the kids asleep, I swear I freaked when I saw the inside and I knew what I was doing. want to look to God but I bite the pain, if it costs me die

 

 

EN TUS BRAZOS
Yo me cegué en tus ojazos
y fui a caer en tus brazos.
Y entre tus brazos yo fui feliz,
porque te amé con delirio.
Yo fui a caer en tus brazos
y así llegué hasta el martirio;
te juro que enloquecí,
cuando por dentro me vi,
y comprendí lo que hacía.
Quiero mirar hacia Dios,
aunque me muerda el dolor,
aunque me cueste morir.

Por quererte llegué hasta el martirio,
cuando vi que mi casa dejaba
y, aunque mi alma en tus brazos quedaba,
te dejé, que es igual que morir.
¡Cómo duele en la carne el zarpazo!
¡Así duele escapar de tus brazos!
De tu brazos, que a mí se aferraban,
gritando: ¡Mi vida se irá si te vas!

Hoy, con el alma en pedazos,
temblé al pensar en tus brazos
y cada noche de horror grité,
grité tu nombre querido.
Quise volver a tus brazos
y al ver los pibes dormidos,
te juro que enloquecí
cuando por dentro me vi
y comprendí lo que hacía.
Quiero mirar hacia Dios
aunque me muerda el dolor,
aunque me cueste morir.

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20th March 2013

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“I have lived on the lipof insanity, wanting to know reasons,knocking on a door. It opens.I’ve been knocking from the inside.” ― Rumi

“I have lived on the lip
of insanity, wanting to know reasons,
knocking on a door. It opens.
I’ve been knocking from the inside.” 
― Rumi

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16th March 2013

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