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Look at the sky
And tell me why
We can not fly
And touch the sky

Look at the moon
Make me your groom
You'll be my bride
Dressed in white

Please be my guide
In all dressed, in white
Guide me trough life
And be my whife

Let's be tugether
Now, till, forever
Let's shine together
Like stars, forever

I stood aside and gazed at you,
And with amazement, I was imbued.
How beautiful you are, I admired,
And wondered if I deserved you, I inquired.

You sat on a chair beside a tree,
Seeming like an angel, not just human, to me.
In the shade of the enveloping tree,
And the sun seemed to pause, agree.

And the wind seemed to whisper to me,
I've never seen beauty like hers, you see.
As if she were a deity,
Lost in the day, yet arriving in the night, so subtly.

You seemed to be so divine,
Beside that tree, in that light so fine.
With the wind caressing your face,
And at your feet, greenery embraced.


the poem was originaly writen in Romania, but this is a translation of it ( it was writen by me )

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Never blogged here before but thought I would give it a try.
Or to be honest, I'm bored and have nothing else to do.

The future will happen tomorrow, no matter what you do today,
So live and enjoy the moment, your choice to make it what you may,
Like a Lotus flower, that starts life deep in the murky swampy pond,
For life it strives to the surface, reaching for the sky and then beyond.

When finally it reaches sunlight, it spreads its leaves around its bud,
Then blossoms to a thing of beauty, different from its origins of mud,
Delicate soft petals abound, colours unimaginable for eyes to behold,
Its beauty is wondrous, pleasure to all whether they are young or old.

Like the Lotus flower blooming, your beauty enchants me from so far,
It is what is within that is important, if your heart is burning like a star,
You see what you want to see, so you must look deep into the heart,
And if you see what I can see, then our lives will be together never apart.

Have fun.

Actually, they weren't. They kept a few porcelain knickknacks here and there. My brother sent over some hand painted plates when he was in Germany. The items I liked the most were some Asian scrimshaw carvings. Those items are coming with us to the condo.

When my Mother visited Italy, she purchased a small inexpensive image of 'Mary and Jesus' for one of the gift shops on the tour. I was explaining Easter (the religious version and not the bunny and hard-boiled eggs version) to my wife and I have a small 'last supper' carving on the arch leading into the kitchen in Miami. Chances are, it will remain there.

Anyway, I think 'Mary' is coming with us this weekend.



There's a really good chance my Dad's favorite will remain in Miami.



Sorry Dad...

I call it ummm..."eye-hand coordination".

A female art collector at a contemporary art fair in Miami accidentally shattered a $42,000 sculpture by artist Jeff Koons. Witnesses at the annual Art Wynwood event said a woman tapped a blue version of Koons' iconic "Balloon Dog" with her finger, causing it to topple over and break.
That may not be the whole story as it was reported, a representative for the gallery hosting the porcelain artwork said the woman unintentionally kicked the pedestal where the sculpture was placed.

The size of the Balloon Dog was approximately 15" x 18" x 6" or 40cm x 48cm x 16cm and from a news link, Koons' balloon figures are some of the most expensive contemporary art pieces sold by a living artist. Balloon Dog (Orange) from his 1994-2000 series sold for $58.4 million six years ago.

Hopefully, the sculpture was insured. No reports on what happened to the woman who broke it and if she will face criminal charges, as it's standard practice for art galleries to warn visitors not to touch the displays.


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Reader comments:
Jack " This has been a bad couple of weeks for balloons. Even porcelain ones."

Kdawg "...and this one didn't require a $400K sidewinder missile to bring it down!"

sharon "Looks like something that can easily be made in China for about ten bucks"

bob "Don't get me wrong, the piece is beautiful. But $42,000 dollars? Sorry, I can make an actual balloon animal with metallic balloons for $5.37 cents, it can fall of a pedestal and not break, and not make me broke. While I can consider what he does "art", I can not understand spending that much money on what essentially is a ceramic."

william "Let's put the fragile breakable 42k art piece on a small tall skinny platform within everyone's reach.........what's the worst that could happen?"

j "So they have a $42,000 sculpture and they just balance it on a small podium with no way to secure it and no glass over it? Seems to me it is more likely a $30 sculpture insured for $42,000 so they could make easy money when someone has an accident."

Blue "It’s a $10 knickknack at best. If it had any value, it would have been in a display case."

Yes it is...I don't know how and what for Jesus suffered...I really don't know.
Osho, a real suffering of Jesus, in modern times, I don't know why he suffered.
But now I know the truth and I know why they suffered...

What a character! Bold, unambiguous pursuit for pleasure, vivid imagination and lot more. Everytime I watched this movie, it appeared as though something left behind unexplored.


The famous or infamous scene (interrogation@pubic hair), I am reproducing here, is ranked 3rd. in my view, far behind the other two.

I hated this tender complicity: it was my own fault, I had talked about Concha the night before. I should have controlled myself. I was with her for a year. Last night I would have given an arm to see her again for five minutes. That was why I talked about her, it was stronger than I was. Now I had no more desire to see her, I had nothing more to say to her. I would not even have wanted to hold her in my arms: my body filled me with horror because it was grey and sweating--and I wasn't sure that her body didn't fill me with horror. Concha would cry when she found out I was dead, she would have no taste for life for months afterward. But I was still the one who was going to die. I thought of her soft, beautiful eyes. When she looked at me something passed from her to me. But I knew it was over: if she looked at me now the look would stay in her eyes, it wouldn't reach me. I was alone.
(Excerpt from the story).