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You are me, and I am you. Isn't it obvious that we "inter-are"? You cultivate the flower in yourself, so that I will be beautiful. I transform the garbage in myself, so that you will not have to suffer. I support you; you support me. I am in this world to offer you peace; you are in this world to bring me joy.

Composing a poem How hard can it be? Post to the quorum A remembrance of me. White paper, blue pen? I'll better type here. The struggle cause pain To an experienced ear. Don't look disappointed, Please wait for the rest. It's this rhythm I wanted And hope it's the best! Though rhymes don't allow I've searched for the beat. Plain words glue somehow, The art is complete.

"I am an animal, you see that. I don’t have the words, they didn’t teach me the words. I don’t know how to think, the bastards didn’t let me learn how to think. But if you really are...all-powerful...all-knowing... then you figure it out! Look into my heart. I know that everything you need is in there. It has to be. I never sold my soul to anyone! It’s mine, it’s human! You take from me what it is I want... it just can’t be that I would want something bad! Damn it all, I can’t think of anything, except those words of his... ’HAPPINESS FOR EVERYBODY, FREE, AND NO ONE WILL GO AWAY UNSATISFIED!’" This is the end of the book "Roadside Picnic" by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky. Trying to bring light to the things that I value most in life, I confronted the same problem as Redrick had in the front of the magical sphere that granted all the wishes. I didn't know what to say and the harder I thought the more difficult it became. But then I was illuminated. What I va...

Soft butterfly wings sensitive ladies delight. Smiles on their faces.

Look up to the sky! The blue bright light around us balance is bringing. Birds, full of care, fly away to warmer places. Leaves are red and gold. Who is now afraid Of the valiant decision to seek happiness? For the ones waiting when the winter is over Return will be sweet.

My innocence is lost. I have grown up. I will celebrate this moment with a poem I found on the Internet by chance. I don't know who wrote it but I'm grateful because it summarize the whole idea. Innocence of a Woman Things have changed forever more. Time has stood still. No longer am I the little girl that I used to be. The memories will remain close in my heart, but the Innocence is gone forever. Through time, marriage and children, so much knowledge has been gained. And yet so many questions still remain. Will the answers ever unfold? Attitude and thoughts are now conceived so differently. Who are the real friends, and who are the real enemies? Who and what are the real priorities? Will you still lose yourself trying to do for everyone else? I think not, the most valuable lesson you have learned, Your soul needs nourishing too. But which path you take to do so, only you can decide. The impact may be great, but I shall stay strong. I now carry myself in ...

How would I be without the hand-weeding experience? What kind of person? On my last visit to my grandparents' village, (God rest them in peace!) I walked into the garden I used to clear of weeds every summer holiday. A wave of peace and happiness washed over me, just as it always had. The taller the weed, the greater the challenge, and I relished it. I remember my legs flailing skyward, a comical sight for the neighbors, all in the ambitious pursuit of a "Giant Radish" of a weed. But the real trophy wasn't just the cleared patch; it was the earth-filled roots, tangled and deep—proof of a long-fought, satisfying prize. That garden was vast enough to cleanse my mind as I worked, a sprawling canvas for quiet contemplation. And I wasn't just working for myself. I was a benefactor to the humble residents of the farm: the cow, the hens, the pig, and all the other domestic animals that so genuinely appreciated the simple things in life. Those were times of bliss, never t...

Who visits me lately? Thoughts that just come and go and nothing really useful remains behind. Thoughts that makes me stay awake for no particular reason. Thoughts associated with nervousness and impatience. Thoughts that blur the vision. Dark thoughts. "As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he." Therefore I am dark. I'm sitting on the dark side of self. What have I done for me lately? Good question. No answer yet.

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I began to polish my geography and French knowledge by reading two volumes from "Voyages Extraordinaires" by Jules Verne. I was lucky to read them in the original Hetzel edition. These two volumes are "Cesar Cascabel" and "Bourses de voyage". Here are the included maps: CC1 CC2 BV The first book describes a walking journey from North America to France over the frozen Behring Sea. The second one describes a sea journey from London to Antilles. I read them in French so I could use a second reading, but I understood enough to keep me interested. When I really started to learn English, I used songs lyrics and fashion magazines. Now learning French by reading book by Jules Verne is the best way for me. That's why I'll keep an eye on this web collection .

The Garden of the Plynck and The Secret Garden are two beautiful stories about inner life and soul transformations. There's something about gardens—real or imaginary—that profoundly changes people's minds. Flowers, in particular, seem to react to your very being. Treat them well, and they grow and bloom with astonishing grace. Neglect them, and they simply wither and die. They offer quick, undeniable feedback, allowing you to adjust your behavior and, in turn, your inner world.

So, I said I've read Three Men in a Boat. Now I can tell I've gone further by reading also Three Men on the Bummel. Again I laughed a lot. I'm pretty sure that some Python's sketches, such as Dirty Hungarian Phrasebook and Bicycle Repair Man, are inspired from these two books. I will not try to explain the British humor, but I must say that I like it very much. I want more of it. Until now I only know about Monty Python, Douglas Adams, Jerome K. Jerome, A bit of Fry and Laurie, and, of course, Mr. Bean (Rowan Atkinson).