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The beauty of life

Le 11 janvier 2017, 03:47 dans Humeurs 0

  Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?

  And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech?

  The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle. Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us."

  And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread.

  Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us."

  The tired and the weary say, "beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.

  Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow."

  But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains,

  And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions."

  At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east."

  And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, "we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset."

  In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills."

  And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."

  All these things have you said of beauty.

  Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied,

  And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.

  It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth,

  But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

  It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear,

  But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.

  It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw,

  But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight.

Loving France

Le 2 décembre 2016, 04:05 dans Humeurs 0

Landing in France, a sacred feeling suddenly arises which attracts you to know more about this country marketing solution.   France, approximately hexagonal in shape, has a boundary on the east with Germany, Switzerland and Italy, and is bounded on the southeast by Monaco and the Mediterranean Sea; on the south are Spain and Andorra, with the Bay of Biscay on the west and the English Channel on the north as natural borders.   A series of massive mountain ranges includes the Alps, which separate France and Italy, and the Jura Mountains that delineate the Franco-Swiss border. The Rhine River, at the northeast corner of France forms the Franco-German boundary. The Pyrenees Mountains, extending along the Franco-Spanish frontier from the Mediterranean to the Bay of Biscay, forms the other mountain boundary of France MOOCs.   The plains region is a projection of the great plain of Europe. The outstanding features of the plains are the river valleys. Among all the rivers, totaling more than 200 with numerous tributaries which are almost all commercially navigable, the Rhine River is the largest in terms of discharge volume.   The capital and largest city in France is Paris, which attracts many visitors every year. Marseilles is a chief port and Lyon is an industrial center famous for its textiles. Other major cities include Toulouse, an industrial and trade center; Nice, a resort; Strasbourg, a Rhine River port and industrial and commercial center; Bordeaux, a seaport and most famous for its wine Omega 3.   French perfume, champagne, and bridges in Paris… want to know more? Then next time we will return to Paris, and you will learn more about her.


Le 25 novembre 2016, 07:36 dans Humeurs 0

  Grandfathers and 3-year-old boys are natural buddies Health supplement. On this particular day in May, the grandfather was pleased to have the company of his best little pal when planting the vegetable garden. For a while, the boy seemed to like it too. His small fingers were just the right size to pick up tiny seeds and drop them into Granddad-made holes. They were a great team.   But before long the boy became restless and directed his irritation at the seeds themselves.   "What's this one, Granddad?"   "Beets."   "Ugh, I hate beets 크루즈여행사."   "Well, then, let's do the zucchini instead."   "Yuck. I really hate zucchini."   "Okay, buddy. What would you like to plant?"   "How about . . . doughnuts?"   Just in time, the grandfather stopped himself from saying there was no such thing as a doughnut seed. Looking at the unhappy little face, he suddenly got an inspiration.   "Wait a sec. I have to go inside and get the right seeds Unique Beauty."   Granddad returned with a handful of Cheerios. He and the small boy solemnly planted them in a special corner of the vegetable garden.   Weeks later, when the real seeds began to break through the soil, the boy became entranced with the tiny seedlings. He spent many afternoons helping Granddad water and hoe and watch them grow. And when the first baby vegetables were harvested, he liked them after all.   For weeks, he forgot all about the doughnuts. But then one day at lunch, he said, "Grandad, what happened to our doughnuts? How come they didn't grow."   Grandad paused a moment. "Well, you know, doughnuts are tricky. Some years when you plant them, you get lots of doughnuts." He sighed sadly. "But other years, all that comes up are the holes."

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