Tuesday, May 29, 2012

“He always thought of the sea as 'la mar' which is what people call her in Spanish when they love her. Sometimes those who love her say bad things of her but they are always said as though she were a woman. Some of the younger fishermen, those who used buoys as floats for their lines and had motorboats, bought when the shark livers had brought much money, spoke of her as 'el mar' which is masculine.They spoke of her as a contestant or a place or even an enemy. But the old man always thought of her as feminine and as something that gave or withheld great favours, and if she did wild or wicked things it was because she could not help them. The moon affects her as it does a woman, he thought.” ― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Voice of the Exile

Not a Children's Song

No matter where I travel,

I go to Nowhereland.

The suitcase full of knowing,

Just knick-knacks in my hand.

As lonely as the desert wind,

As homeless as the sand.

No matter where I travel,

I come to Nowhereland.
 

The forests are all gone now,

Each home a firebrand.

Found no one left whom I know,

Not one knew me first-hand.

And when the alien bird screeched loud,

I ran, could not withstand.

No matter where I travel,

I come to Nowhereland.



by Mascha Kaléko

Monday, May 14, 2012

You were born - Cloud Cult


Came across this song and looked for the lyrics. I think it is lovely, I wish they had an official video but all I could find is this amateur video on YouTube. Here are the lyrics:

you were born into a strange world
like a candle, you were meant to share the fire
i don't know where we come from, and i don't know where we go
but my arms were made to hold you, so i will never let you go
'cause you were born to change this life
you were born to chase the light
you were born

love your mother, yeah she's a good one.
she'll build you armor; keep you warm as a hen
the stars may fall and the rains may pour,
but i will love you evermore
you were born to make this right
you were born to chase the light
you were born

oh my precious, oh my love, when they come to take me,
i will hold you from above
i don't know why we're here, and i don't know how,
but i'm here with you now, i am here with you now
'cause you were born to change this life
'cause you were born to make this right
'cause you were born to chase the light

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Howard Carter and Tutankhamun's Tomb

Howard Carter's 138th birthday.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

“Travel does what good novelists also do to the life of everyday, placing it like a picture in a frame or a gem in its setting, so that the intrinsic qualities are made more clear. Travel does this with the very stuff that everyday life is made of, giving to it the sharp contour and meaning of art.” – Freya Stark

Thursday, April 19, 2012

image by Recuenco

“What man can pretend to know the riddle of a woman's mind?” ― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote