Archive for June, 2012

June 30, 2012

Kumbh Mela

It is wonderful, the power of a faith like that, that can make multitudes upon multitudes of the old and weak and the young and frail enter without hesitation or complaint upon such incredible journeys and endure the resultant miseries without repining. It is done in love, or it is done in fear; I do not know which it is. No matter what the impulse is, the act born of it is beyond imagination, marvelous to our kind of people, the cold whites.

[Mark Twain]

The Kumbh Mela is the biggest gathering of people in the history of humanity — although few in the West have ever heard of it. More than 70 million pilgrims attend this extraordinary spiritual festival, which has been held every 12 years near Allahabad, India, for over two millennia. A vast tent city is established to accommodate the masses, and many of India’s greatest gurus and spiritual leaders set up camp to give discourses to their devotees. On certain auspicious days everyone takes a holy dip at the confluence of two actual rivers – the Ganges and Yamuna – and a mythical river, the Saraswati. On the main bathing day, more than 25 million people bathe in the sacred waters. This single act of faith is believed to cleanse the sins of a thousand lifetimes and secure release from the endless cycle of rebirth — literally a short cut to the state of purest bliss… nirvana.

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June 28, 2012

as coisas bonitas…

June 27, 2012

The art of packing

June 27, 2012

The time is now

 

We don’t care where we live

June 19, 2012

And then we can do anything we want

My cheeks were reflecting the longest wavelength
My fan was folded up and grazin’ my forehead
And I kept touching my neck to guide your eye to where I wanted
You to kiss when we find some time alone

June 19, 2012

Adult Swim’s Singles Program

[12 tracks 12 weeks]

June 19, 2012

June 18, 2012

June 17, 2012

Gertrudis cerraba los ojos cada vez que daba um sorbo a la taza de chocolate que tenía frente a ella. La vida sería mucho más agradable si uno pudiera llevarse a donde quiera que fuera los sabores y los olores de la casa materna.

June 17, 2012

Mi abuela tenía una teoría muy interesante; decía que todos nacemos con una caja de fósforos adentro, pero que no podemos encenderlos solos… necesitamos la ayuda del oxígeno y una vela. En este caso el oxígeno, por ejemplo, vendría del aliento de la persona que amamos; la vela podría ser cualquier tipo de comida, música, caricia, palabra o sonido que engendre la explosión que encenderá uno de los fósforos. Por un momento, nos deslumbra una emoción intensa. Una tibieza placentera crece dentro de nosotros, desvaneciéndose a medida que pasa el tiempo, hasta que llega una nueva explosión a revivirla. Cada persona tiene que descubrir qué disparará esas explosiones para poder vivir, puesto que la combustión que ocurre cuando uno de los fósforos se enciende es lo que nutre al alma. Ese fuego, en resumen, es su alimento. Si uno no averigua a tiempo qué cosa inicia esas explosiones, la caja de fósforos se humedece y ni uno solo de los fósforos se encenderá nunca.