tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69351267965831839262024-03-04T22:31:32.825-08:00AB+linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-51430068214295620442011-08-05T20:14:00.000-07:002011-08-05T20:14:58.868-07:00Anna Karenina 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><blockquote style="text-align: justify;">Strange as it may seem, he was in love with the house itself, with family, specially with the feminine portion. Konstantin Levin could not remember his mother and his only sister was much older than he was, so that for the first time he found in the house of the Shcherbatskys that charming cultivated life so peculiar to the old nobility, and of which the death of his parents had deprived him.</blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRb1gUEBzJjA3rzyscaPRU21bxLQFj7Mf84b9eBQ0dBPfZkRavIN-8O2ZwvOOBOBTocud4800eE7XL6xkUISz9JvungnU32YmMvT57kPX_DzPd8qsK487Zfwoj-i7xqK3KnByFExBuvBry/s400/anna-karenina1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRb1gUEBzJjA3rzyscaPRU21bxLQFj7Mf84b9eBQ0dBPfZkRavIN-8O2ZwvOOBOBTocud4800eE7XL6xkUISz9JvungnU32YmMvT57kPX_DzPd8qsK487Zfwoj-i7xqK3KnByFExBuvBry/s320/anna-karenina1.jpg" width="208" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> I started reading <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/ana-karenina-le-n-tolstoi/1030479997?ean=9789876785945&itm=2&usri=ana%2bkarenina">Anna Karenina</a>. It seems to be a masterpiece and a well written novel by<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leo_Tolstoy"> Leo Tolstoy</a>. I have commenced a new travel to the grey, gloomy and dark side of the world, i.e. the russian literature. I met Russian literature years ago. I have discovered their uniqueness between the lines of "<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Master-Margarita-Mikhail-Bulgakov/dp/0679760806">The master and Margarita</a>". It stands out as simply one of the best books I have ever read in my life. I utterly enjoyed the magical touch of Bulgakov that has simply blurred the lines between magic and reality (magical realism, hence unbelievably real!). Then I read two other books from Bulgakov, I was already a fan of Russian writers. I was introduced to Chekhov short stories. And that Doctor surely knew his way around human relations and contemplations. But as I have mentioned above the foggy, cold and bitter taste and atmosphere of Russian art was not exactly what I was looking for. And I could easily feel that my soul was rejecting it. Hence I stop excavating deeper into Siberian masterpieces!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now, this is my new meeting with Russia and I shall share some quotes from the book with you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Enjoy! </div></div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-28639981919155082722011-08-01T15:10:00.000-07:002011-08-01T15:10:58.323-07:00Requiem for a Wrecked ship.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Friendship is a kind of fruitful and ripe relation. Here in Arizona under the glamourous sun shine, fruits can either get ripe or rotten way faster than you believe.</div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-42006764338846519642011-07-28T23:27:00.000-07:002011-07-28T23:27:25.653-07:00Sad Goodbyes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
You are leaving again...<br />
Needn't you say a word<br />
Since your tears bear the burdun of farewells....<br />
</div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-25942617304927211502011-07-27T15:54:00.000-07:002011-07-27T21:11:42.623-07:00Mir Hossein, A man whom a nation calls him by first name..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><blockquote style="text-align: justify;">There is no good compromise between bad and worse, but there is still scope for damage control.</blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.payvand.com/news/09/may/Mir-Hossein-Mousavi-Isfahan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.payvand.com/news/09/may/Mir-Hossein-Mousavi-Isfahan.jpg" width="200" /></a>I read the mentioned sentence in NY Times today and immediately my mind dragged me to Iran and it's infamous presidential election.<br />
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Mir Hossein, in his 18th manifest, wrote:</div><blockquote style="text-align: justify;">There were some people among the green line [...] whom were saying they will choose the bad, among bad and worse and this choice had made the continuity of that line possible. The real correction and amelioration will start from this distinguishing ability and responsibility for their choice.</blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">Majority of Iranians tried their best to do some "damage control" but their silent demonstrations was crashed by the roaring sound of bullet and mindless faithfulness.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now its been about 160 days that he is imprisoned with his wife. And I missed him, not because he was an old politician whom called himself "the bad choice" but because he proved himself to us to be an artist whom can't break his vows to us.<br />
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</div></div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-17450456715476261412011-07-22T17:11:00.001-07:002011-07-22T17:28:30.170-07:00Deck!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/KEM-Arrow-Black-Standard-Playing/dp/B000T6906A?ie=UTF8&tag=a067f1-20&link_code=bil&camp=213689&creative=392969" imageanchor="1" target="_blank"><img alt="KEM Arrow Black and Gold Poker Size Standard Index Playing Cards" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&ID=AsinImage&WS=1&Format=_SL160_&ASIN=B000T6906A&tag=a067f1-20" /></a><img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=a067f1-20&l=bil&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=B000T6906A" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /></div>There are some occasions in our lives that we have to gamble. But not a blind one, we should find the probabilities or at least think about them.<br />
Who can deny the joyous moment of victory, when you have the winning card and tend to play fair and wise.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Reading various types of books from variety of authors, I reckon I can safely say that I have found Marcel Proust's prose as soothing as coffee. When I started rereading it, every night I opened it and each night sip several pages from the hot meanwhile a bit bitter coffee. Unfathomable human interactions were untangled in front of my eyes by the magical power of Proust's prose. And in that very moment, I was drenched in profound thoughts. Allow me to correct myself. I was buried under the sudden avalanche of nostalgies and bitter/sweet memories. I miss reading In search for lost time.</div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-91546276517295450272011-06-29T18:46:00.000-07:002011-06-29T18:46:43.138-07:00و چنین گفت دوست من ۲<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;">وزیر علوم: اختلاط در دانشگاهها مطابق با الگوی غربی است. </div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;">دوست من: ایشالا کی مراسم حج رو تفکیک جنسیتی می کنید تا الگوش اسلامی شه!</div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div></div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-83429148673970201082011-06-13T22:40:00.001-07:002011-06-13T22:40:09.654-07:00Helpless tears of Hope<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Can I write again, without remembering the pain. Can I ignore the ignorance... I'm handcuffed to the so called root. This is not cherishing my root but that's solemnly the infectious memories of the blossom of a young brittle tree. The small branch that glittered our minds and illuminated the path in front and all of a sudden arouse a tender thunder. A pacific tempest that could not tolerate denial of its dream. The dream was all about a word. Hope...<br />
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</div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-45804941839955463632011-06-02T21:01:00.000-07:002011-06-02T21:01:14.714-07:00HP COUNT DOWN!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><object align="middle" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=10,0,0,0" height="385" id="CountdownClock" width="385"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="false" /><param name="movie" value="http://www.mugglehub.com/cms/uploads/usHarryPotterCountdownClock.swf" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /><embed src="http://www.mugglehub.com/cms/uploads/usHarryPotterCountdownClock.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="385" height="385" name="HarryPotterCountdownClock" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" allowFullScreen="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" /></object></div></div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-15852458887617497952011-06-02T13:15:00.001-07:002011-06-02T13:15:35.337-07:00Advice for PhD<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">While You are trying to find a group to work in:<br />
<blockquote>Follow The Money</blockquote></div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-6635940091784744662011-05-31T22:42:00.000-07:002011-05-31T22:42:13.221-07:00خدایش بیامرزاد<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;">این نوشته را در حالی مینویسم که گلویم را بغض بسته و حالت خفهشدن دارم و در دلم دعا میکنم که آنچه خواندهام سراسر دروغ باشد... پدری را به کشتن دهند و دخترش را در مراسم تدفینش آنقدر بزنند که بمیرد... چه بر سرمان آمده است که نمیمیریم از خواندن چنین چیزی.... نفسم تنگ شده... چشمم خیس... آسمان حق است گر خون ببارد بر زمین....</div></div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-89769049734993181912011-05-24T19:04:00.000-07:002011-05-24T19:04:29.130-07:00The brothers Karamazov<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As a general rule, people, even the wicked, are much more naïve and simple–hearted than we suppose. And we ourselves are, too.</span></span></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">The Brothers Karamazov</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Fyodor Mikhaylovich Dostoyevsky</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">1821-1881</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;">BTW, You can buy this 1000+ pages book for less than 8$ in Amazon! And Yes I mean in paper!</span></span></div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-44738133458079896502011-05-24T13:15:00.000-07:002011-05-24T13:15:21.279-07:00Helloooo!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">When are we going to grow up?<br />
You tell me your grade/ secret/ story ... and I'll tell you mine!<br />
Come on guys! It's not like we are in kindergarten anymore!<br />
You show me your winniee and [pause] I'll show you my pee pee!<br />
Grow up please [exasperating sigh]</div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-42951746420349462272011-05-09T21:31:00.000-07:002011-05-09T21:31:25.748-07:00Critical Thinking 2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><blockquote>We bring lots of personal baggages to every decision we make- experiences, dreams, values, training and cultural habits.</blockquote>Asking the right questions by Neil Browne and Stuart Keeley </div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-84641234869371670352011-05-04T21:25:00.000-07:002011-05-04T21:25:54.605-07:00John Stuart:<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><blockquote style="text-align: justify;">He who knows only his side of the case knows little of that. His reasons may have been good, and non one may have been able to refute them. But if he is equally unable to refute the reasons on the opposite side he has no ground for preferring either opinion.</blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><h1 class="parseasinTitle" style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1.7em; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span id="btAsinTitle"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Asking-Right-Questions-Critical-Thinking/dp/0205506682">Asking the Right Questions: A Guide to Critical Thinking, 9th Edition<span style="font-size: 16px; text-transform: capitalize;"></span></a></span></h1><div><span id="btAsinTitle"><br />
</span></div></span></div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-56690481278549468022011-05-04T09:30:00.000-07:002011-05-04T09:30:08.481-07:00من از دیار حبیبم نه از بلاد غریب...مهیمنا به رفیقان خود رسان بازم<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: justify;">بانو سلام...من خوبم! </div><div style="text-align: justify;">سوال با غربت چطوری شما مرا به فکر فرو برد! </div><div style="text-align: justify;">به این اندیشیدم که کجای جهان برای من دیار آشنا بوده... اینجا را که به وضوح میدانیم دیار غربت است اما یادم نمیآید دقیقا کی وطن برایم خانهی امن بوده و مقام ....</div><div style="text-align: justify;">وقتی حتی چاردیواری خانه هم، که سالهای سال کنج آرامشم بود، به واسطهی نزدیکی به غوغای نیروهای ضربت و موتورهای پر سر و صدایشان دیگر گوشهی دنج و خلوت همیشگی نبود.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">وقتی در حریم امن و پاک خانه هم مدام در اضطراب هول حملهی ناپاکان بود، که شبی، نیمهشبی بریزند و ببرند و بشکنند بدان سان که تاتار بر میراث فرهنگ ایرانی...</div><div style="text-align: justify;">وقتی در همان خلوت زیبای دوران خوش کودکی و نوجوانی ، که دریا دریا رویا در سر میپروراندم، ناگاه مشغول مویه برای فلان رفیق در بند شدم.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">وقتی شبها تا صبح بیدار میماندم، چون شنیده بودم که حافظان امنیت شبها برای بردن افراد میآیند و من برادری داشتم که در روزنامهای که مغضوب شد کار میکرد...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">نمیدانم اما گمان نمیکنم که آنجا دیار حبیب بوده باشد... غربتش همان بس که جاهلان چماق بر سر مادر سادهی دور از سیاست من کشیدند... جاهلان که نه ... حافظان مرزها و اصلها (جرم مادر خرید نان بود فردای روز تعطیل).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">بانو، دیار آشنا همان آغوش مادر بود و بس... و آنهنگام که گزیدم که زنده به دنیا بیایم، پذیرفتم که غریب باشم...</div><div style="text-align: justify;">شاید زمانی آغوشی آشنا یافتم، امن که به سردی خاک نباشد... شاید.</div><br />
</div></div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-71855370750317727662011-05-04T00:41:00.000-07:002011-05-04T01:29:04.956-07:00Undie Run<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Bare because, we care!</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://undierun.com/wp-content/gallery/arizona-state/asu-undie-run-23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://undierun.com/wp-content/gallery/arizona-state/asu-undie-run-23.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today, nearly 10000 ASU students stripped their cloths off to their underwear and donate them. This was a way to give back to community! This is an annual ritual here at ASU and it is known to be the most popular philanthropic event of the Tempe Campus.</div><br />
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Do I look all-right?<br />
And I'll say: You look wonderful tonight...<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Well, this is "the (romantic/English) song" of my life. Each and every note of the electric guitar (specially in the overture of the song) trembles my soul beyond description. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There are many versions of this song and many great and respectable artists have covered this song but for me the Clapton's version is the ultimate one. It's nearly the perfection. I am referring specially to the one that accents the electric guitar. For the record, I am not the fan of electric guitar at all. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In my dream wedding I will be dancing with <i>"Banoo"</i> (the one!) while Eric Clapton is singing I feel wonderful tonight. And indeed I reckon I'd feel wonderful that night.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">*The video is the version which Clapton and Dire Straight preformed at Wembley Stadium in a concert called Freedom fest (I'm not sure though!).</div></div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-6254245661426717172011-04-29T12:20:00.000-07:002011-04-29T12:20:34.197-07:00شان سرود ابیات<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;">آاای... به دنبال محمل سبکتر قدم زن...آخ .... به دنبال محمل سبکتر قدم زن...یابو با توام!</div></div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-52113259325607221712011-04-28T13:13:00.000-07:002011-04-28T13:13:09.226-07:00یک روزانهی نهچندان جالب<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;">ساعت یک و خردهای است... باید ده دقیقهی دیگر بروم سر کلاس. و بعدش هم بروم سر آزمایشگاه با دانشآموزانم وداع کنم! و این میشود به عبارتی ساعت ۵ بعد از ظهر!</div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;">دارم علیرضا قربانی گوش میدهم... شب منم تو ماه من بر آسمان بیمن مرو!</div><div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;">سلام بانو!</div></div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-79655339420405727492011-04-26T00:17:00.000-07:002011-04-26T00:19:06.420-07:00Hummingbird<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Today as I was walking toward home I saw a hummingbird! At first I thought it was a big flying insect but after looking more carefully I understood that it was a hummingbird! I enjoyed the moment and there I could feel a small grin on my face. The interesting part was the fact that just when I see the bird I remembered the dance piece called "The Hummingbird" choreographed by Wade Robson for SYTYCD in season 3.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/0gF_izDK1jY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0gF_izDK1jY&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0gF_izDK1jY&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I believe this is true art! Something that reiterates in your mind without you being aware of it. An unforgettable masterpiece.</div></div>linushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14380589889813732983noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6935126796583183926.post-85886732781596282232011-04-24T15:24:00.000-07:002011-04-24T15:24:07.931-07:00White cloud<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/2784052287_7bcc9d0ac2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/2784052287_7bcc9d0ac2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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A tiny piece of cloud is hanging in the blue pool of the sky.<br />
And the poet is passing by,<br />
drenched in the deepest oceans of forms and meaning,<br />
and lost between the lines of translation...<br />
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04/24/2011<br />
3:20 PM<br />
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</div><div>This is from Disney's Hercules animation. I do remember that from the first time I saw this movie I was awfully attracted to it! More over I was all in to this piece... I believed in each and every word of it.... Whenever I was unhappy, whenever I was blue... I just looked at sky into the clouds and sang by myself: "and the voice keeps saying..."</div><div>Enjoy!<br />
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