[elladastinkardiamou]

Acropolis

Painting by Greek painter Spyros Vasiliou. 1971.

[xamogelo]

Athens, Greece

Όταν θέλεις μπορείς κιόλας!

[writingdotcoffee]

Look man, we’d probably most of us agree that these are dark times, and stupid ones, but do we need fiction that does nothing but dramatize how dark and stupid it is? In dark times, the definition of good art would seem to be art that locates and applies CPR to those elements of what’s human and magical that still live and glow despite the times’ darkness. Really good fiction could have as dark a worldview as it wished, but it’d find a way both to depict this dark world AND to illuminate the possibilities for being alive and human in it.

David Foster Wallace (via writingdotcoffee)

[onomatoteca]

En Chine, un porteur d’eau possédait deux grosses cruches, chacune d’elle pendante aux extrémités d’une solide perche qu’il portait sur ses épaules. L’une des cruches était fêlée, tandis que l’autre était parfaite et livrait toujours une pleine portion d’eau. À la fin de la longue marche du ruisseau à la maison, la cruche fêlée arrivait toujours à moitié pleine. Tout se passa ainsi, jour après jour, pendant deux années entières où le Porteur livrait seulement une cruche et demi d’eau à sa maison. Évidemment, la cruche qui était sans faille se montrait très fière de son travail parfaitement accompli. Mais la pauvre cruche fêlée était honteuse de son imperfection, et misérable du fait qu’elle ne pouvait accomplir que la moitié de ce qu’elle était supposé produire. Après ces deux années de ce qu’elle percevait comme étant une faillite totale de sa part , un jour, près du ruisseau, elle s’adressa au Porteur d’eau , « J’ai honte de moi-même, et à cause de cette fêlure à mon côté qui laisse fuir l’eau tout au long du parcours lors de notre retour à votre demeure. » Le Porteur s’adressa à la cruche, « As-tu remarqué qu’il y avait des fleurs seulement que de ton côté du sentier, et non sur le côté de l’autre cruche? C’est que j’ai toujours été conscient de ta fêlure, et j’ai planté des semences de jolies fleurs seulement de ton côté du sentier, et chaque jour durant notre retour, tu les as arrosées. Durant ces deux années j’ai pu cueillir ces jolies fleurs pour décorer notre table. Si tu n’avais pas été comme tu l’es, nous n’aurions jamais eu cette beauté qui a égayé notre maison »

La cruche felee (via onomatoteca)

[capovverso]

“No, por mí no tiembles: tu destino, prueba a enderezarlo”

Antigona

[age-sex-location]

[fakinq-glory]

[aoca]

[untxt]

Photo of the Day by napcat

[theatlasofbeauty]

I took this photo of Nadia, one year ago, on the streets of Chisinau, Moldova.

She told me that in her early 20s she was thinking that those are the best years of somebody’s life. But her early 30s changed her perspective, because they turned out to be even more rewarding.

Each age has its own beauty and while thinking about past and future is important, being in the now, enjoying every second of life, is what matter most, I guess.

[viejaculturafrita]

Un día se encuentra uno en la situación de tomar una mujer sin desearla realmente. Créame, para ciertos seres, por lo menos, tomar lo que no desean es la cosa más difícil del mundo.

“La caída” - Albert Camus. (via viejaculturafrita)

[marhaba-maroc-algerie-tunisie]

Morocco

A Fantasia is a traditional exhibition of horsemanship in the Maghreb performed during cultural festivals and to close Berber wedding celebrations. “Fantasia” is an imported name, the actual traditional term used is lab el baroud (“the gunpowder play”). The performance consists of a group of horse riders, all wearing traditional clothes, who charge along a straight path at the same speed so as to form a line, and then at the end of the charge (about 200 meters) fire into the sky using old muskets or muzzle-loading rifles. The difficulty of the performance is in synchronizing the movement of the horses during acceleration of the charge, and especially in firing the guns simultaneously so that one single shot is heard. The horse is referred to as a fantasia horse and is of the type called a Barb or Berber horse. The performance is inspired by the historical wartime attacks of Berber and Arabian desert riders. Nowadays, it is considered a cultural performance and a kind of martial art; it also symbolizes a strong relationship between the man and the horse, as well as an attachment to tradition. Each region in Morocco has one or several fantasia groups, called serba, totaling thousands of horse riders nationwide. Performances are usually during local seasonal, cultural or religious festivals, also called moussem (“season”). Some show-based restaurants offer a fantasia as part of the entertainment.

[worldhistoryfacts]

A depiction of the priestess of Delphi from an ancient krater. The priestess of Delphi would engage in divination by sitting on the tripod in the foreground and perhaps inhaling gases coming up from a crack in the earth below. After entering a trancelike state, she would pronounce a (usually vague) prediction or prescription.

[etre-dana]

De hecho, creo que somos más las cosas que hemos perdido que las que tenemos.

Fragmento de También esto pasará, Milena Busquets. (via etre-dana)

[atlxolotl]

[capovverso]

Forse la giovinezza è solo questo perenne amare i sensi e non pentirsi. Forse l'ispirazione è solo un urlo confuso. Ma entro le colonne della legge, ridendo si masturba ogni fanciullo. Appoggio la mia fronte alla ringhiera gelida del cancello. La mia notte ascolta dileguare ogni fanciullo. Arso completamente dalla vita io vivo in essa felice e dissolto. La mia pena d'amore non ascolto più di quanto non curi la ferita. Forse è meglio soffrire che godere. O forse tutto è uguale. Anche la neve è più bella del sole. Ma l'amore...

Sandro Penna

[egoteque]

perché cazzo non riesco a parlare con le persone