Food. Love. Travel. Music. Children. The Sample Sisters - all 3 of them. Our dog, Charm. Our house. Bohemian living ;-) Listening to BBC Podcasts. Reading. Reading. Reading. Rimbaud. Poetry. Echo Park. Show Pony. Egg White Omelettes. Going home. Bondi Beach. Mama's Cooking. Redfern. Redfern kids. Sydney Harbour Views. Sydney Summers. California Winters. Silverlake Hills. Lo Carb Yogurt. Magical Realism. Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Pablo Neruda. Diary of Anais Nin. Moloko. Miami in December. The Standard Spa. Coconut Oil. Brazil. Brazil. Brazil. Sao Paulo Nightlife. Praca Da Se. Campos Do Jordao. Antonio Carlos Jobim. I Heart Jorge Ben. Bossa Nova. Caipirinhas. Carnaval. Rio de Janeiro - Cidade Maravilhosa! My Boyfriend's Photos. Fish Eye Lenses. Samba. Samba. Samba. Brazilian Bikinis. Beads and Feathers. Sunrises over Copacabana. Girl from Ipanema. The Dirty South. ATL baby. I Heart DARP. Waffle House Breakfasts at 5 am. Spaceship. No Service. Breakfast at 3pm. Grits. Sunday Lunch. Fried Chicken. Soul Food. Soul Searching. Sunsets over Echo Park. Purple Skies. MY friend Adrian. Hot Chocolate and Croissants. Mexican Rugs. Spanish Style Churches. Anything Latin. People. Food. Music. Spanish. Language of the Soul. Cuba. Fidel. Buenos Aires. Yerba Mate. Peru. Peru. Festejo. Pachamanca. Ceviche. Macchu Picchu. Coca Leaves. Recuerdate, que la oja de coca no es droga......
......steaming with debbie the divine. green face masks. lotion parties. cesaria evora. planning our trip to cabo verde. bellydancing with nese. the backseat. trips to the gas station. pool parties. blondie. riesling for breakfast......
....late night twister parties with the gang. Muffin, French Toast, Waffle & Grits! frank sinatra, caviar and champagne and silk nighties. upside down photos on ceiling mirrors. scary movies and popcorn.
Kahlil Gibran............ my soulmate in another lifetime.
Love
Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.And with a great voice he said:When love beckons to you follow him,Though his ways are hard and steep.And when his wings enfold you yield to him,Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.And when he speaks to you believe in him,Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.He threshes you to make you naked.He sifts you to free you from your husks.He grinds you to whiteness.He kneads you until you are pliant;And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;For love is sufficient unto love.When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.To know the pain of too much tenderness.To be wounded by your own understanding of love;And to bleed willingly and joyfully.To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;To return home at eventide with gratitude;And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. - Kahlil Gibran, THE PROPHET
   some people that i looove to death...
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Some more Kahlil Gibran
GARMENTS
Upon a day Beauty and Ugliness met on the shore of a sea. And they said to one another, "Let us bathe in the sea."
Then they disrobed and swam in the waters. And after a while Ugliness came back to shore and garmented himself with the garments of Beauty and walked away.
And Beauty too came out of the sea, and found not her raiment, and she was too shy to be naked, therefore she dressed herself with the raiment of Ugliness. And Beauty walked her way.
And to this very day men and women mistake the one for the other.
Yet some there are who have beheld the face of Beauty, and they know her notwithstanding her garments. And some there be who know the face of Ugliness, and the cloth conceals him not from their eyes.
Peter - on the neighbour
ONCE IN CAPERNAUM my Lord and Master spoke thus:
"Your neighbor is your other self dwelling behind a wall. In understanding, all walls shall fall down.
"Who knows but that your neighbor is your better self wearing another body? See that you love him as you would love yourself.
"He too is a manifestation of the Most High, whom you do not know.
"Your neighbor is a field where the springs of your hope walk in their green garments, and where the winters of your desire dream of snowy heights.
"Yuor neighbor is a mirror wherein you shall behold your countenance made beautiful by a joy which you yourself fif not know, and by a sorrow you yourself did not share.
"I would have you love your neighbor even as I have loved you."
Then I asked Him saying, "How can I love a neighbor who loves me not, and who covets my property? One who would steal my possessions?"
And He answered, "When you are ploughing and your manservant is sowing the seed behind you, would you stop and look backward and put to flight a sparrow feeding upon a few of your seeds? Should you do this, you were not worthy of the riches of your harvest."
When Jesus had said this, I was ashamed and I was silent. But I was not in fear, for He smiled upon me.
Jorge Ben, Sergio Mendes, Antonio Carlos Jobim. Buena Vista Social Club. Anything made at DARP. Felix Da Housecat. xx Damien Marley. YYY's The Black Keys. Cold War Kids. The Rapture. Sufjan Stevens. Regina Spektor. Deadly Syndrome. Deadly Syndrome. Deadly Syndrome.
i'm a little obessed with Serge Gainsbourg right now...and Bob Dylan and the Beatles. + Royksopp and Mint Royale..... Architecture in Helisinki, so sexinki!
Pan's Labyrinth. Like Water to Chocolate. Amelie. Breakfast at Tiffany's. Romeo + Juliet (Baz Luhrmann's and Zeffirelli's) Garden State. Somersault. City of God. Motorcycle Diaries. Session 9. 300. Apocalypto. A Mighty Heart.
La Dolce Vita, Et Dieu... créa la femme, L'Aventura, Black Orpheus, THE PASSENGER & LAST TANGO IN PARIS (Maria Schneider = my favorite actress ) Purple Rain, Tommy, Quadrophenia, Saturday Night Fever, Bocaccio 70, Breathless, Vertigo
Old School Australian Films: Muriel's Wedding, Strictly Ballroom, Priscilla Queen of Desert, The Castle
FLIGHT OF THE CONCHORDS ........ !
Extras. Kath and Kim. Absolutely Fabulous. Ali G. Cidade Dos Homens / City of Men
anything on Sundance Channel
A Hundred Years of Solitude & Love in the Time of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
The War at the End of The World - Mario Vargas Llosa
Brothers Karamazov - Dostoevsky.
Henry and June - Anais Nin
La Biblia - God
Just read:
Infidel - Ayaan Irsi Ali
The Prophet - Kahlil Gibran
Candide - Voltaire
Incest - Anais Nin
Reading:
The Metamorphisis - Kafka
i also love: Bryce Courtenay, Salman Rushdie. ANAIS NIN. Rimbaud. Pablo Neruda & Kahlil Gibran
My mother & grandmother.
Jane Fonda
Mariane Pear
l
Angelina Jolie
Oprah Winfrey
Bianca Jagger
Nancy Cunard
Sonya Braga
Christine Amanpour
AYAAN IRSI ALI - This woman is a fighter, a voice of truth in a wolrd of darkness and violence against women. Read her book, she will make you weep for women all over the world.
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My favourite poem
MY FAVOURITE POEM:
If You Forget Me
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how these things are:
If i look at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if i touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for i shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where i have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land,
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that is fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
- Pablo Neruda