Save the captive bears!!!

miercuri, 28 decembrie 2011


Sfantul Ioan Iacob de la Neamt

O, om!



O, om, ce mari raspunderi ai
De tot ce faci pe lume,
De tot ce spui, in scris sau grai
De pilda ce la altii dai,
Caci ea, mereu, spre iad sau rai
Pe multi o sa indrume.

Ce grija trebuie sa pui
In viata ta in toata,
Caci gandul care-l scrii sau spui
S-a dus… in veci nu-l mai aduni
Si vei culege roada lui
Ori viu, ori mort, odata.

Ai spus o vorba, vorba ta,
Mergand din gura-n gura,
Va-nveseli sau va-ntrista,
Va curati sau va-ntina,
Rodind samanta pusa-n ea
De dragoste sau ura.

Scrii un cuvant… cuvantul scris
E-un leac sau o otrava,
Tu vei muri, dar tot ce-ai scris
Ramane-n urma drum deschis
Spre moarte sau spre paradis,
Spre-ocara sau spre slava.

Ai spus un cantec, versul sau
Ramane dupa tine
Indemn spre bine sau spre rau,
Spre curatie sau desfrau,
Lasand in inimi rodul sau
De har sau de rusine.

Arati o cale, calea ta
In urma ta nu piere,
E calea buna sau e rea,
Va prabusi sau va-nalta,
Vor merge suflete pe ea
Spre cer sau spre durere.

Traiesti o viata… viata ta
E una, numai una,
Oricum ar fi, tu nu uita
Cum ti-o traiesti vei castiga
Ori fericire pe vecie,
Ori chin pe totdeauna.

O, om! Ce mari raspunderi ai,
Tu vei pleca din lume,
Dar ce ai spus, prin scris sau grai
Sau lasi prin pilda care-o dai
Pe multi, pe multi, spre iad sau rai
Mereu o sa-i indrume.

Deci nu uita!…Fii credincios
Cu grija si cu teama
Sa lasi in urma luminos,
Un semn, un gand, un drum frumos,
Caci pentru toate, neindoios,
Odata vei da seama.

joi, 10 noiembrie 2011

marți, 8 noiembrie 2011

"

Vegheaza asupra gandurilor tale, 
 ele vor deveni cuvinte. 
Vegheaza asupra cuvintelor tale,
 vor deveni fapte. 
Vegheaza asupra faptelor tale,
 vor deveni obiceiuri. 
Vegheaza asupra obiceiurilor tale, 
 vor deveni un caracter. 
Vegheaza asupra caracterului tau;
Pt ca va deveni destinul tau.
"

miercuri, 27 iulie 2011

"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

miercuri, 20 iulie 2011

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

marți, 19 iulie 2011

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!