Sitting at the airport in Las Palmas waiting for my flight back home. Finally...
It have been four long weeks and I am really missing my own bed, the pets and the neighbours around.
While traveling I have found that flirting is a big past time among the people, it seems to have no limits, age and gender (!) all cast aside, there is the traditional glans of an eye coming back time after time to the intense eye-lock that is impossible to avoid.
What is it that sets it off? The innocence of it, the very public place with all that surveillance makes it safe, or is it simply that those that travels with planes must have some kind of order in their life?
I have no answer, it is great fun to watch and take part of it, but then it struck me - it is the same on all travels... wither with bus, train, air or ship.
Have you too noticed, do you have your own favourite places and situations where you become a flirtatious being?
Even if we most often handle feelings with versions of aggression we do cry when we are at complete loss of something dear to us - a good friend, a loved pet etc.
For many men I think crying is without tears, but the feelings are still the same.
This thing with crying is probably way old, men was not supposed to be blinded by tears but see clear no matter feelings. Lay man thinking here.
Another Valentine wish from Spain, this by Nicaraguan Ruben Dario, as I see Swan as the ultimate hallmark of lasting love:
Leda
El cisne en la sombra parece de nieve; su pico es de ámbar, del alba al trasluz; el suave crepúsculo que pasa tan breve las cándidas alas sonrosa de luz.
Y luego, en las ondas del lago azulado, después que la aurora perdió su arrebol, las alas tendidas y el cuello enarcado, el cisne es de plata ,bañado de sol.
Tal es, cuando esponja las plumas de seda, olímpico pájaro herido de amor, y viola en las linfas sonoras a Leda, buscando su pico los labios en flor.
Suspira la bella desnuda y vencida, y en tanto que al aire sus quejas se van, del fondo verdoso de fronda tupida chispean turbados los ojos de Pan.
[Translated by Danilo López]
The swan in the shadows resembles snow; His beak is amber, a glow of translucent dawn; The soft dusk so swiftly passes Its light blushes on candid wings.
Soon after, on the waves of blue hued lake, After the sunrise has lost all flush, The wings spread and the arched neck, The swan is silver, bathed by the sun.
Such it is, when the silken wings inflates, Olympian bird wounded with love, Raping Leda on sonorous roiling waters, Its beak searching her flower of lips.
The beauty exhales naked, defeated And while her lament goes away with the wind, From the green forest of thick canopies Pan’s eyes are watching disturbed.
I can not see what would make the theories of evolution differ much from the story of "a great powers creation of life and free will".
I like the way Drewski put it, his kids will not feel confused the least by it all.
Stories of "Hocus-Pocus" and its kind gets me every time.
Survival of the fittest - true in all aspects of life, but we added a layer of civilisation on top of it and now the fittest should support the weakest - a disaster for the nature (!), but good for people.
Celebrating the achievement of this is not bad, we celebrate so many other scientists that had a person or private life very much out of tune with what we would see as sound today.
mike69spain Forum Posts (4,110)
RE: CS Get-Together - ROME, ITALY - 3-5 April 2009
You can trust me to always be packed and ready to go ...
Considering my current lifestyle
Mentally I am on my way to pick up my girl for a lovely weekend in Rome with you lot