Thursday, November 27, 2008


gracias por nacer, Max


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Wednesday, November 26, 2008

y mas..







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viajes..






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Imagenes: La paradoja producciones paradojicas

Saturday, November 15, 2008

rainbow, the miracle of light
















The rainbow has a place in legend owing to its beauty and the historical difficulty in explaining the phenomenon.

In Greek mythology, the rainbow was considered to be a path made by a messenger (Iris) between Earth and Heaven.
In Chinese mythology, the rainbow was a slit in the sky sealed by Goddess Nüwa using stones of five different colours.
In Hindu mythology, the rainbow is called "Indradhanush", meaning the bow (Sanskrit & Hindi: dhanush is bow) of Indra, the God of lightning, thunder and rain.
In Norse Mythology, a rainbow called the Bifröst Bridge connects the realms of Ásgard and Midgard, homes of the gods and humans, respectively.
The Irish leprechaun's secret hiding place for his pot of gold is usually said to be at the end of the rainbow. This place is impossible to reach, because the rainbow is an optical effect which depends on the location of the viewer. When walking towards the end of a rainbow, it will move further away.
Another ancient portrayal of the rainbow is given in the
Epic of Gilgamesh: the rainbow is the "jewelled necklace of the Great Mother Ishtar" that she lifts into the sky as a promise that she "will never forget these days of the great flood" that destroyed her children. (The Epic of Gilgamesh, Tablet Eleven) Then Ishtar arrived. She lifted up the necklace of great jewels that her father, Anu, had created to please her and said, "Heavenly gods, as surely as this jewelled necklace hangs upon my neck, I will never forget these days of the great flood. Let all of the gods except Enlil come to the offering. Enlil may not come, for without reason he brought forth the flood that destroyed my people."
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Text. Wikipedia, Images. un peu par tout












Tuesday, November 4, 2008



L'amour que je sens est pure est precieux,
L'amour que je sens est pure est precieux,
L'amour que je sens est pure est precieux,
c'est la musique que tu joues dans mon coeur
mon mantra pure est profond
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La paradoja poems, image of Ana Marija Botelli
a toi, mon homme


























Images of Ana Marija Botteri