My angel, my all, my very self – Only a few words today and at that with pencil (with yours) – Not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon – what a useless waste of time – Why this deep sorrow when necessity speaks – can our love endure except through sacrifices, through not demanding everything from one another; can you change the fact that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine – Oh God, look out into the beauties of nature and comfort your heart with that which must be – Love demands everything and that very justly – thus it is to me with you, and to your with me. But you forget so easily that I must live for me and for you; if we were wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as I – My journey was a fearful one; I did not reach here until 4 o’clock yesterday morning. Lacking horses the post-coach chose another route, but what an awful one; at the stage before the last I was warned not to travel at night; I was made fearful of a forest, but that only made me the more eager – and I was wrong. The coach must needs break down on the wretched road, a bottomless mud road. Without such postilions as I had with me I should have remained stuck in the road. Esterhazy, traveling the usual road here, had the same fate with eight horses that I had with four – Yet I got some pleasure out of it, as I always do when I successfully overcome difficulties – Now a quick change to things internal from things external. We shall surely see each other soon; moreover, today I cannot share with you the thoughts I have had during these last few days touching my own life – If our hearts were always close together, I would have none of these. My heart is full of so many things to say to you – ah – there are moments when I feel that speech amounts to nothing at all – Cheer up – remain my true, my only treasure, my all as I am yours. The gods must send us the rest, what for us must and shall be –
Your faithful LUDWIG “

“One cold damp evening
The world stood still
I watched as I held my breath
A silhouette I thought I knew
Came through
And someone spoke to me
Whispered in my ear
This fantasy’s for you
Fantasies are “in” this year

My whole life passed before my eyes
I thought
What they say is true
I shed my skin and my disguise
And cold, numb and naked
I emerged from my cocoon
And a half remembered tune
Played softly in my head

* * *
It feels like I’m everywhere

It’s like you fail to make the connection
You know how vital it is
Or when something slips through your fingers
You know how precious it is
Well you reach the point where you know
It’s only your second skin” ( The Chameleons – Second skin)

“…….La efectul de “real” se adauga “efectul de credinta” produs de televiziune ca o noua forma de religiozitate: credinta in realitatea vizibilului pentru motivul exprimat popular in sintagma “am vazut la televizor”. Chiar daca a devenit selectiva si activa, audienta televiziunii este prinsa, psihic si senzorial, in cordonul ombilical ce ne leaga mai mult sau mai putin constient de convietuirea cu acest nou membru al familiei, care este televizorul. ……..

…….Misterul televiziunii sta in puterea mediatica incomparabila a acesteia de a ne face sa pierdem din vedere faptul ca noi nu vedem, insa cineva exista care, in acelasi timp “vede”, ne “arata” si ne construieste ”evenimente”………..Lumea ni se infatiseaza in fapt, asa cum este vazuta si aratata de televiziune; de asemenea, lumea de dincolo de cercul nostru perceptiv exista in masura in care este facuta vizibila si inteligibila de televiziune, potrivit canoanelor acesteia.

Exista o singura si unica realitate? Televiziunea contribuie la a ne face prizonierii acestei iluzii periculoase, prezentandu-ne insa variante multiplicate de realitate. Este suficient sa privim intr-o seara telejurnalele difuzate pe diferitele canale TV, pentru a vedea ca de multe ori traim  in variante diverse si prelucrate de realitate……..

……In fond toate telejurnalele, de pe toate televiziunile, ne promit, incepand cu genericele si terminand  cu organizarea stirilor, ca ne spun “totul” despre “toate” si de pretutindeni, insa nu ne avertizeaza ca suntem conectati intr-un prezent continuu. ……..”.

De meditat

Pamantul prins in ghearele toxicitatii!

Am postat aici un link despre cat de nocive sunt sticlele de plastic pentru Planeta , ce costuri implica , cate resurse “mananca” si ce profituri scot altii din poluarea aceasta !
http://www.ecomagazin.ro/sticlele-din-plastic-te-fac-sa-gandesti-inainte-de-a-bea/

Urasc ziua de luni, urasc traficul din Bucuresti, urasc isteriile din mijloacele de transport in comun, urasc sarcinile care mi se atribuie fara sa fiu intrebata, urasc responsabilitatile mult prea mari care imi cad intr-o veselie pe umeri, colegii ipocriti, oamenii neintelegatori, lipsa de respect ori responsabilitate, cei care uita sa mai fie chiar si pentru un moment oameni, murdaria din oras, sefii care au impresia ca pot sa ma dau peste cap si sa preiau orice rol din colectiv, lipsa de coloana vertebrala, nesimtirea, claxoanele, iritarea verbala, tonele de mailuri pe care le voi primi, tonele de oameni cu care ma voi ciocni, poluarea, orele de somn care se incapataneaza sa fie recuperate, hartiile care au stat tot week-endul imprastiate pe birou……Idei spontane la inceput de saptamana….Mi-am amintit de ce nu imi place lunea……