Tuesday, December 21, 2010



Half past breaking dawn
Sun peeks out as if to say,
“Hello, my friend.”
Windows shut,
Blinds drawn.
Gone doubtin’ ourselves again.

Neden, dost arkadasim, neden?
A lifetime in 23 seasons reduced.
Neden, dost arkadasim, neden?

My, how you built us up!
            --to break!
When reality’s fragile sands
To turn us into the image in your mind.

Pourquoi, mon amie, pourquoi?
A lifetime, to six seasons reduced.
Pourquoi, mon amie, pourquoi?

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We must never permit the voice of humanity
within us to be silenced. It is Man's sympathy with all creatures that first makes him a Man.

--Albert Schweitzer

Everything can be taken from a man or a woman but one thing: the last of human freedoms to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.

--Viktor E. Frankl