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Saalome,

Jean

Hi Patty,
yes patty,these photographs are from India.there are alot of beautiful places here.

thank you patty for adding me
have a great day
mohammed

hi patty
i am from palstine and i love america and american people
i think the best friend you can find from america is peacefull ones
so i want to be your friend
please accept me
thanx

I do not want the peace which passeth understanding. I want the understanding which bringeth peace.
-- Helen Keller

My brother wrote the following Poem. He was
A journalist who was political assassinated in
Latin America in 1995 at the age of 38.


Enough
By Julio Rene Lemus

Hello, How are you my soldier friend?
War has become with no end;
I cannot return to my own land.
I am a deserter,
One who refused to killed his own
Brother and sister.
I only wish to write to you today
And then, die in peace.

Be my own voice
And scream: ENOUGH
Hunger, criminal social darkness,
Cadavers tossed around as trash.
Enough crying mothers,
Dark evil around.
Enough
Green uniforms, gun machines sounds,
Back planes embraced with dark wishes.
Enough wasteful intellectual,
Spiritual death,
Physical death.
Dry fields incapable of harvesting.

Look around you, soldier friend.
In the children’s eyes,
The light of HOPE forever rests
In the mother’s eyes,
The sign of PEACE perpetuates the morning light.

Peace will return by the banks of the rivers,
By the infinite oceans
Under the bright full moon.

Let my voice rest on the soldiers’ shoulders
Let it spread over fields and battalions.
Let us together harvest PEACE
Let no other gun shot be heard again.

UN BELLO POEMA PARA REFLEXIONAR!

TRANSFERENCIA

Después de todo, la muerte es una gran farsante.
La muerte miente cuando anuncia que se robará la vida,
como si se pudiera cortar la primavera.
Porque al final de cuentas,
La muerte sólo puede robarnos el tiempo,
las oportunidades de sonreir,
de comer una manzana,
de decir un discurso,
de pisar el suelo que se ama,
de encender el amor de cada día.
De dar la mano, de tocar la guitarra,
de transitar la esperanza.
Sólo nos cambia los espacios.
Los lugares donde extender el cuerpo,
bailar bajo la luna o cruzar a nado un río.
Habitar una cama, llegar a otra vereda,
sentarse en una rama,
descolgarse cantando de todas las ventanas.
Eso puede hacer la muerte.
¿Pero robar la vida?...Robar la vida no puede.
No puede concretar esa farsa..porque la vida...
la vida es una antorcha que va de mano en mano,
de hombre a hombre, de semilla en semilla,
una transferencia que no tiene regreso,
un infinito viaje hacia el futuro,
como una luz que aparta
irremediablemente las tinieblas.

Hamlet Lima Quintana (argentino)



La desaparición del otro,que uno asocia con la muerte,solamente puede ser vivida
así si uno no puede interiorizar a los que ha perdido.
Si uno se anima, entonces la muerte es una gran farsante. La enfermedad es una
gran farsante.
Pueden llevarse algunas cosas de ese otro.Pero no pueden robármelo porque de
alguna manera ese otro sigue estando adentro mío.
Jorge Bucay


(Fragmento tomado del libro EL CAMINO DE LAS LÁGRIMAS de Jorge Bucay)

No one should negotiate their dreams. Dreams must be free to flee and fly high. No government, no legislature, has a right to limit your dreams. You should never agree to surrender your dreams.
Rev. Jesse Jackson

The future depends on what we do in the present.
Mahatma Gandhi

Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat...We must find each other.
Mother Teresa

AT PEACE--Amado Nervo
Very near my setting sun, I bless you, Life
because you never gave me neither unfilled hope
nor unfair work, nor undeserved sorrow/pain

because I see at the end of my rough way
that I was the architect of my own destiny
and if I extracted the sweetness or the bitterness of things
it was because I put the sweetness or the bitterness in them
when I planted rose bushes I always harvested roses

Certainly, winter is going to follow my youth
But you didn’t tell me that May was eternal
I found without a doubt long my nights of pain
But you didn’t promise me only good nights
And in exchange I had some peaceful ones

I loved, I was loved, the sun caressed my face

Life, you owe me nothing, Life, we are at peace!

09/27/2008
We went to a huge band concert at the park. The theme was a tribute to art.
We sat under the shade of a cottonwood tree to hear autistic music by young musicians. BOY! I was one of the oldies. This new generation is full of positive energy and tons of talent. It went on from 12:00 noon til 12:00 midnight. My friends son was one of the performer. He did such a great job :O)....

patty said…
I love this idea of so many different people of some many different personalities, backgrounds and lands come together to be unified in one common ground: PEACE.
May our desires and ideas form one solidified, indivisible chain which extended may wrap itself around our planet to heal it and perpetuate it.

At 4:41am on September 24th, 2008, patty said…
Today is the last of many sunny beautiful days. Or, Should I be more positive and rephrase it as: Today is the first day of autumn? I know, I know, there is beauty in every season; and fall is actually my second favorite season. The leaves change colors and everything looks, smells and resembles: MOTHER EARTH. I love the soft wind that rushes in every passing afternoon. Just as seasons come and go, a new refreshing feeling begins to grow within: Change can begin to take place; we just need to want to do it. Today is the first day of a new change. Lets make it a good one.

Thank you! I love the format and the ideas are true to the heart.