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Rabindranath Tagore

are for you as the night.
I can not give you that peace and silence,
shadows.
dawn When you open your eyes, I'll let you
the hum of bees, the birds singing.
My offer will not be a tear shed
in your youth.
He will conceal the cruel joy of the day. More will come out fresh
your smiles.

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Children learn the way they live - Doret's Law Nolte

Children learn what they live. If a child

live with criticism learns to condemn.

If a child lives with hostility learns to fight.

If children live with one learns to be shy.

If a child lives with shame he learns to feel guilty.

If a child lives with tolerance he learns to be patient.

If a child lives with encouragement learns to have faith.

If a child lives with fairness he learns justice.

If a child lives in the availability learns to have faith.

If a child lives in the approval he learns to accept.

If a child lives with acceptance and friendship he learns to find love in the world.

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Romeo and Juliet - William Shakespeare

Silence! What light breaks through that window up there?
and the East, and Juliet is the sun.
Sorgi, vivid sun, and kill the envious moon,
already sick and pale with grief
thou, her maid, from time to exceed in beauty.
not be his servant, because the moon is jealous.
His mantle of Vestal is already a pale green, and only fools the
worn. Throw it away.
is my woman, oh, it's my love!
if only he knew of it.
Speak, also says nothing. How does it happen?
speak before her eyes the answer.
No, I'm too bold, he does not speak to me;
but two of the most shining star in the sky,
having time off, begging her eyes twinkle in their spheres of
until you return.
And if you really had his eyes in the sky, and stars in her head?
The brightness of her face then depreciate the stars
ago as a torch in daylight, his eyes to heaven
would flow to the air space
so bright that birds would sing, thinking over the night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
Oh, I were a glove upon that hand
and I might touch that cheek!

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The most beautiful seas - Nazim Hikmet

The most beautiful
seas has not been crossed yet.
The most beautiful of our children
not grown up yet.
The most beautiful day of our
we have not seen yet.

And that I would tell you more beautiful
not tell you I have not said.

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From: THE VOICE OF THE MASTER

Life is an island in an ocean of loneliness:
its cliffs are the hopes, its trees are dreams,
its flowers are solitary life, its streams are thirst.
Your life, men, my fellows, is an island,
detached from any other island and region.
No matter how many ships
leaving your shores for other climates, no matter how many
fleets
touching your ribs: remain islands
each for its own account,
to suffer the wounds of loneliness and sigh
happiness.
You are unknown to other men and

far from their understanding and participation.

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on love - Kalil Gibran

Almitra Then he said, Speak to us of Love.
And he lifted it and stared at the people on it fell and a great calm. And with a firm voice said:
When the 'love calls you, follow him.
Though his ways are hard and steep.
and when his wings enfold you yield to him. Although
sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. Since

love as crowns you so shall he crucify you. And as there is for your growth so pruning.
as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
you beat until you naked.
sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
I worked as a pastry until you are compliant.
And he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's table in
All these things you love, that ye may know the secrets of your heart and in that knowledge become a fragment of the heart of life.

But if in your fear you would seek only peace and pleasure,
Then it is better for you cover your nakedness and pass out of love,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love is not nothing but from itself and does not draw it by himself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can love, because if it believes he is worthy to guide you.

Love does not want that to happen.
But if you love and you must needs have desires, your wishes have to be these:
melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
know the pain of too much tenderness.
be wounded by your own understanding of love,
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
rest at the noon hour and meditate of love, gratitude
return home at eventide;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

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Whisky, we're all alone. "

We are all just
the world is woven of solitude to mourn
sometimes hug
also intertwine as random tangle
are born alone, you die alone, live alone
but sometimes loneliness meet
gently s'accompagnano
and call it love ...
(Whisky)

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Change society to change the political

If the community change for good politicians change almost automatically, if the majority of citizens will know where you get it wrong and then ricrederà then will decide its policy accordingly.

So that it would be:

---> social change
---> change in policy (which are companies)
---> change of policy choices

The starting point is, how can change society?
It 's the heart that people have to heal, purify ... and how? From

believer I have a reference point, a teacher ... Jesus Christ.

The non-believer will have his arpiglio, his conscience suggest that the way giusta.Il believer identifies consciousness with the heart, the conscience is purified by the Holy Spirit which is Jesus and God himself, as you see the "push" the original is always given by God, God is Love. ..
What then is the input which triggers the initial purification of the heart that then you can change society? Is not it 's love?

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Whisky, "The first time I had sex ..."

The first time I had sex I was a sperm, the second aspect of reincarnated ...
(Whisky)

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Whisky, "To you, that does not have a face ..."

to you

banish the night and the sun I will give you
to give you more light and heat.
And if you are not yet satisfied
this life and the next you devote
to fill your mind with sweet emotions.
And if you are not yet satisfied
I consume their hands
to satiate caresses your body.
And if you are not yet satisfied
pluck all the petals of the flowers
to make a bed on which to love Thee.
And if you are not yet satisfied
rapirei and the angels would sing them
only to hear their voices are worthy.
And if you are not yet satisfied
stop the seasons and time
not to let it consume your beauty.
And if you are not yet satisfied
I seek another less pain in the ass.
(Whisky)

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Stephen, an electrician: Those who understand.

Those of the scene reaching Telecom in four: one who understands, who understands a little, one who understands nothing and one who writes.

The problem is when those that it does not understand anything.

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Whisky, women and furs "

I find it much more elegant a real woman with a package of excrement, the excrement of a woman with a real fur collar ...
(Whisky)

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Whisky, biography:

I was born when the TV was still black and white, we had the so small that you could see well only stamps. Then I grew up, without haste to say Actually, that never m'è no phlegm, such as coglionaggine.
At school I went there a year earlier, chedduepalle Asylum, I did make games for young children ... so on, until I became a puber, in short, is ... by ... You got it, what do you call those who enter puberty ... puber, confinement, puberti?
mean that there ... adolenscenziarmi then also, I had become full-optionals and I accorgetti ... EMH ... suddenly realized that women from unnecessary and pedantic playmates, had become attractive entertainment for the thing that keeps you hidden from others and is not, nor porn magazine, or lower back.
very satisfied, I said to myself that with the theory was in place ... As for the practice while I was training, it is always better to come prepared to events.
But the devil does not make any pots or covers, and even wedding lists.
'ZZO is, the devil or a salesman?
Well ... maybe what the other is a paradise to me care one stone ... but I still do not understand, then m'adeguavo.
And time passed, no ifs and no one ... Did I ... Guell ... she asked him, who then also went to work, not by choice, but as usual, fucked by the absence of alternatives.
And then they are not ambitious, nor venal ... just a little 'confused at times, it is often clear of things all at the price, but not always the value that they rarely result is consistent ...
How Money is not a bad way, provided you look at things from the right point of view (that of a homeless man) ... the mortgage, mutual, the changed conditions, the pants ... well ... Fortunately, food stamps, that without those die of hunger, but I'm not complaining, it is said that many do not even have the money to cry, you know ... to me those are never missed.

Or were your eyes?

Oh well, even the ones I have and yet full-featured, nearsightedness, farsightedness, misanthropy, utopia ...

I feel fortunate, and I've always done jobs that I liked.

Before this, then what ... for a while 'also that other ... but always work at the end ... if that bothers you then test the mattresses to sleep and even when they make you do overtime, you always have insomnia. Meanwhile
testosterone continued to tickle, like the breeze among the leaves ... seductive rustling of leaves, languid sunshine and rare bird that warbled ... that what he sent me away to the head, was out of my mind, that perfect butt, gave me only the head without the head, did not even text, that he used his head too, was a head caxxo, one that moved head ... what I miss, that throwing heads or tails, I would have taken a head, what I got stubborn, is now testing a more ... and I, who are stubborn, I went away to his head and always took in the ass.
At the end I pretended not to risk correr, fintatti, fingetti ... well ... Pretending to be misogynist hours and finally breath.
And now, fuck the biographies, I'm going to get a coffee ...