Your Personality Is Like Alcohol

You're the life of the party, a total flirt, and probably a pretty big jokester. Sometimes your behavior gets you in trouble, but you still remain socially acceptable. You're a pretty bad driver, and you're dancing could also use a little work!

What Drug Is Your Personality Like?

What else is there?

It was me on that road
But you couldn`t see me
Too many lights out, but nowhere near here

It was me on that road
Still you couldn`t see me
And then flashlights and explosions

Roads are getting nearer
We cover distance but not together
I am the storm and I am the wonder
And the flashlights, nigthmares
And sudden explosions

I don't know what more to ask for
I was given just one wish

It's about you and the sun
A morning run
The story of my maker
What I have and what I ache for

I`ve got a golden ear
And cut and I spear
What else is there?

Roads are getting nearer
We cover distance still not together
If I am the storm if I am the wonder
Will I have flashlights, nightmares, sudden explosions

There is no room where I can go and
You`ve got secrets too
I don`t know what more to ask for
I was given just one wish

By an autumn soul

"Epifanía Inacabada

La niebla que cae sobre la ciudad es un manto frío de amabilidad engañosa.

Caminamos entre la bruma, por las calles insomnes, a horas en que quizás estaríamos mejor llevando una vida entre otros lienzos.

Comienza a amanecer. Aún siento tu mano caliente rozando la mía.

Y de repente, es de día. La niebla se ha ido, fugaz entre los bosques de ladrillo, llevándose consigo su fina capa de franela. Los primeros rayos de sol se asoman, traviesos, a través de las esquinas, deslizando sus pies desnudos y mugrientos sobre el asfalto.

Me giro para mirarte, una vez más, y descubro que tu caricia se ha disipado con esta noche blanca. Que tú ya no eres tú, que eres otra, quizás parte de éste sueño. Quizás una epifanía inacabada. Quizás, tan sólo, mi día solitario y mi noche de nieblas disipadas. O una leve caricia apenas ya reconocible que murió estrangulada en el olvido.

Lentamente, la mañana se despereza y las formas vuelven a su finitud.Todo se vuelve certeza, menos estas palabras y mis pasos solitarios, que se han perdido en algún lugar entre la niebla."

--by melancholyboy

From Tom Robbins

Who knows how to make love stay?

1. Tell love you are going to the Junior's Deli on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn to pick up a cheesecake, and if love stays, it can have half. It will stay.

2. Tell love you want a memento of it and obtain a lock of its hair. Burn the hair in a dime-store incense burner with yin/yang symbols on three sides. Face southwest. Talk fast over the burning hair in a convincingly exotic language. Remove the ashes of the burnt hair and use them to paint a mustache on your face. Find love. Tell it you are someone new. It will stay.

3. Wake love up in the middle of the night. Tell it the world is on fire. Dash to the bedroom window and pee out of it. Casually return to bed and assure love that everything is going to be all right. Fall asleep. Love will be there in the morning.

The beat is yours forever!

Remember everything that I told you
And I'm telling you again that it's true
When you're alone and afraid, and you're completley amazed
To find there's nothing anybody can do
Keep on believing, and you'll discover baby
There's always something magic, there's always something new
And when you really, really need it the most that's when rock'n'roll dreams come true
The beat is yours forever, the beat is always true
And when you really, really need it the most
That's when rock'n'roll dreams come true... for you

Touch of a dream from another life

...je me souviens des marées hautes
du soleil et du bonheur qui passaient sur la mer
il y a une éternité, un siècle, il y a un an...

And I tried so hard to be evil...

How evil are you?

"There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so." - Shakespeare

Thanks to EgoDialogues

" Isn't it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do practice?
Would a fly without wings be called a walk?
If the police arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?
If you spin an oriental man in a circle three times, does he become disoriented?
If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?
If people from Poland are called Poles, why aren't people from Holland called Holes?
Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?
Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?
Why is a person who plays the piano called a pianist but a person who drives a racecar not called a racist?
Why isn't the number 11 pronounced onety one?
Why can't women put on mascara with their mouth closed?
Why do you drive on a parkway but park on a driveway?
If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?
If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?
If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth?
And if there is one goose and 2 geese, why isn't there one moose, 2 meese?Why is it considered necessary to nail down the lid of a coffin?"

And so the story goes on...

After his attempt of going back to the world he was once born into, the Absurd Creature found himself on the corner of a univers, without any idea what to do. So, he thought to himself he'd go back to the NonExistent Creature, which he could find in any universe possible and impossible.

All of the sudden, with the heart full of joy and still dreaming in vivid colors, the little absurd creature jumped from that corner and he flew with the speed of thought straight to the world of the NonExistent one.

And there he was, still laying in the shadow of the giant mushroom and the same sun was blinking bored in the sky. But...there was something weird, he couldn't really know what it was.

When he came closer, he realized that the NonExistent one was transforming into something...something else. He couldn't grasp what's going on ...Slowly, after a very long time, he saw it more clearly. The Absurd one was shocked to see that transmutation, to see that what he was looking at, was no longer the NonExistent one, he wasn't anymore the one that you could meet in every universe...Puzzled, lost, hurt, he came closer, one more step, till the other creature turned his head to him. What a terrible moment! Two blank eyes were staring back at the Absurd Creature, with no trace of memory, wide open and curious to see who he was.

"Who are you?", he finally asked, after a long pause, when he understood that the visitor wasn't going to speak any time soon.

"You...you don't...recognize me...anymore ?!?", asked the Absurd One with a trembling voice. Tears were filling up his eyes and he kept on pushing them away, like they'd be some annyoing insects, but they kept on reappearing as if they had a will of their own.

"Don't know. Should I?"

How could he explain? It was pointless, it was the one road where there is no choice and you can't even look back, because you won't be able to move anymore. It felt as if somebody took the heart out of his chest, as if all emotions in the worlds died at once...in fact, his feelings were burning out, like a dangeruos fire that had to be extinguished, till there's no more but ashes. All the flow of memories came running through his head, how was he to understand that it didn't matter who you are or what you are, life was treating you the way it felt like...because you know what?...you have no powers over the rules of the game. But life does. All he understood was that you have to be loyal just to be betrayed, you have to trust just to be humiliated, you have to be kind just to know the pain of the broken heart? The Absurdity of All This! He knew he can't dream now anymore, no more vivid dreams of happiness. Not ever again.

"Excuse me?? I insist. Who are you?", asked again the Changing NonExistent.

"Hi! My name is ... um... Nevermind. Uh, I was just passing by and since I heard many things about you, wanted to come down and meet you! Am very pleased to meet you!" And the Absurd Creature tried to fake a smile when saying this, while the NonExistent was shaking his hand vigorously and grinning back.

And for a second, he though he saw in his eyes a spark of a long lost memory. But he looked again at the NonExistent, to see that the transformation was close to completion. Too close...

Lost and not found

There was just the darkness and the silence. Nothing more. And then he woke up to look around...the world was gone, there was nobody left. And nothing could compare with his feeling of loneliness. He couldn't quite grasp it. "Is the world...dead?! What happend ?! Why?!"
The words were coming out of his mouth but there was no sound to them. Just the silence that he would not want to understand or accept.
"Could it be...that the world...died?! Oh, my God! MY GODS! Where were YOU ?I've been sleeping for so long and all those dreams of beauty and fantasy, I've been swinging for so long from world to world of glowing colors, beautiful delight, guilty love and passion crimes and it seemed and endless dance of light..."
He looked around again to see the same reality.
No more dancing worlds of fantastic beauty.
"Where am I?"

He was just the same absurd creature that fell asleep between two worlds.

Bored? Yeah!

The loss

And there he was, standing in front of the same merciless audience, trying to find the words that would melt the painful silence and get the weight off his chest, put an end to a dream to start another.
"You! Yes, you!Is that all you can do? Be lost in your thoughts, battling them every day in a different way and think that is the right choice? Open your eyes, there's so much more for you to learn. Stop the time and you'll know what you are. Stop the regrets and you'll know what you can become. But do not stop dreaming."
"Hey, you! You, over there! You think that you're the only one dealing with your demons, waking up in a different world every day? So, are we! But we've learned the ways. And you'd better do the same before it's too late."
"And you? Is that what you really think, that we are always alone and that we were meant to be like that? Not for a clean heart. Speak ! One can only deal with the things he knows."

"Ah, and you, nice trick! New day, new eyes, new world! Hilarious...the way you think you'll be always right and when you run out of reasons... easy, new eyes, new world. Oh, if you would only know how much it hurts. And it hurts you in the end. Your way or no way, but your way changes all the time."

No answers. No replies. The same awful silence.
Just the accusing eyes of the audience."We are all you! You are your own judge and forgiver!"
Everything fell in darkness and he looked around. He was alone! There was no audience! There never was any...

where from and where to

Shiva and Shakti are the basics of the entire Tantra philosophy. In essence Shiva and Shakti are undifferentiated unity. They can never be separated; one cannot exist without the other. We look at them as being two separated concepts, but that is due to the limitations of our understanding, and our language. We have to invent names and concepts in order to have some understanding of what lies beyond our understanding.

Everything that exists can be reduced to two concepts: consciousness and manifestations. Manifestations are dependant on consciousness. In tantra, consciousness is called Shiva, and manifestation, which is also seen as power, is called Shakti.

Lost and found

Love by Pablo Neruda

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the
perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

Namaste

I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides,
I honor the place in you of love, of light, of truth, of peace.
I honor the place within you where if you are in that place in you
and I am in that place in me,
there is only one of us.

Barcelona

Barcelona

How about that, huh?

Néo (Matrix) : 77%
Indiana Jones : 75%
Jim Levenstein (American Pie) : 75%
Hannibal Lecter : 75%
James Bond : 74%
Batman / Bruce Wayne : 74%
Maximus (Gladiator) : 73%
Eric Draven (The Crow) : 72%
Tony Montana (Scarface) : 72%
Forrest Gump : 67%
Yoda (Star Wars) : 66%
Schrek : 62%

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