Quote of the day

Give me six hours to cut down a tree and I will use the first four sharpening my axe.
- Anonymous

The Face of Love

Once upon a time … a beautiful princess was admired by all but nobody dared to ask for her hand in marriage. In despair, the king consulted the god Apollo, who told him that Psyche should be left alone, dressed in mourning, on top of a mountain. Before day broke a serpent would come to meet and marry her. The king obeyed, and all night the princess waited, in terror and dying of cold, for her husband to appear.
She finally fell asleep. When she awoke she was in a beautiful palace, transformed into a queen. Every night her husband came to her and they made love, but he had imposed a sole condition: Psyche could have all she desired but she had to show utter trust and could never see his face.
The young woman lived happily for a long time; she had comfort, affection, happiness, she was in love with the man who came to her every night. However, now and again she was afraid she was married to a horrid serpent. Early one morning, while her husband was sleeping, she shone a lamp on the bed, and saw lying there by her side Eros (or Cupid), a man of exceptional beauty. The light woke him up; he discovered that the woman he loved was incapable of respecting his only desire, and disappeared.


Why are we always in delirious search for the face love? Can we never be contented with just loving?

Theory of Time

Love is a life giver, a light bringer, the time killer.

It is the soul of positivity.

The siege of time for a beautiful woman.

It is Einstein's theory of relativity.

The theory of time and a beautiful woman.

The story of love is the story of time.

Of that first encounter with love.

When eternity squeezes into a second.

And you feel immortal.

Time stands still to watch you love.

Surely love is divine.

The devil lacks the imagination to craft something so everlasting.

You see the world in a glittery grain of sand.

You see your world in the eyes of a beautiful woman.

Then a second stretches into a thousand lifetimes.

When you lose your love.

The days are longer.

The nights last forever and a day more.

How can you have everything and so quickly lose it all?

It seems to have been building for the fall.

Love isn't divine.

Only the devil has the cunning to conjure something so shattering.

You hide the pieces of a broken heart.

And vow never to be tempted again.

But those pieces are buried in sand.

Sand quickly blown away by the smile of a beautiful woman.

Love is a life-giver, a light-bringer, the time-killer.

It is the soul of positivity.

The siege of time for a beautiful woman.

It is Einstein's theory of relativity.

The theory of time for a beautiful woman.

PERSONALITY OF THE WEEK

Pablo Picasso(25 October 1881 – 8 April 1973) was a Spanish painter, sculptor, printmaker, ceramist, stage designer, poet and playwright who spent most of his adult life in France. Regarded as one of the most influential artists of the 20th century, he is known for co-founding the Cubist movement, the invention of constructed sculpture the co-invention of collage, and for the wide variety of styles that he helped develop and explore. Here is some of the wisdom he left in the world.



Everything you can imagine is real.



Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.



Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.



The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.



Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.



Good artists copy, great artists steal.



Inspiration does exist, but it must find you working.



My mother said to me, 'If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.' Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso.



Action is the foundational key to all success.



I am always doing that which I can not do, in order that I may learn how to do it.

WHEN I'M DEAD

When I'm dead...

Your tears will flow
But I won't know
Cry for me now instead

You will send flowers
But I won't see
Send them now instead

You will say words of praise
But I won't hear
Praise me now instead

You will forget my faults
But I won't know
Forget them now instead

You will miss me then
But I won't feel
Miss me now instead

You will wish
You could've spent all your money on me
Spend now instead

You will find your way to my house to pay condolence
But we haven't spoken in years
Look for me now instead