FEATURED: Sekhmet, velada de domingo, testeo salado by bellaespiritu

SekhmetLos egipcios eran politeístas y no distinguían en cuanto a género cuando de dioses se trataba; a diferencia de las religiones patriarcales que excluyen a las mujeres del panteón sagrado, varias eran las diosas a las que rendían tributo y respeto. Entre ellas Sekhmet, la deidad con cuerpo de mujer y cabeza de leona, representaba la fuerza primigenia, la fortaleza nacida de la seguridad interior; su nombre significa “la Poderosa”, la “Señora de la destrucción”.

Con el disco solar sobre su cabeza y el viento del desierto silbando entre los dientes, en tanto fiera protectora era la encargada de custodiar las tierras del faraón arrojando flechas de fuego a los intrusos. Pero Sekhmet era también la diosa del fuego alquímico, la potente transmutadora de la oscuridad interna que origina la rabia, el resentimiento y la ira, porque munida de la cruz ansata como símbolo da origen a la nueva vida que asoma después de aniquilar los viejos patrones que atenazan la energía vital.

Los sentimientos de furia e ira han sido sojuzgados en las mujeres por el patriarcado, que ha negado tradicionalmente dichas potencias a las féminas con el pretexto de la natural tendencia que poseen hacia la ternura y la sumisión. Sin embargo, las cosmologías politeístas que no concebían dioses sin diosas no hacían distinciones en cuanto a características y condiciones, de ahí que las deidades matrísticas como la antiquísima diosa leonada de Anatolia sean antepasadas de Sekhmet y encarnen la poderosa ira de la Diosa Madre.

Descarnada, invencible, Sekhmet nos conecta con la energía arrolladora que ha sido sojuzgada interiormente por mandatos externos o por creencias internas. La rabia ancestral puede ser transmutada en fortaleza vital, siempre y cuando no se niegue conscientemente o se oculte en las profundidades del inconsciente: reconocerla e internalizarla serán los pasos necesarios para conectar con la impronta sanadora de Sekhmet.

Velada de domingo

MesaNoche de domingo otoñal y fría en la ciudad que se va templando mientras se aproxima el momento esperado durante varios meses: el estreno, finalmente, de la sexta temporada de Game of Thrones, la serie de culto que todos los años abandona a sus fieles por largos meses sumidos en la incógnita acerca del destino final de cada uno de los personajes.

Como ya es tradición entre nosotros, el primer capítulo de cada temporada Juan prepara una picada, Adri y Tony llegan con postre y en esta ocasión una botella de vino de San Rafael, el enclave mendocino donde las bodegas destacan por antigüedad y calidad. Así que luego de una charla distendida sobre los últimos acontecimientos de nuestras vidas nos sentamos frente a la pantalla del televisor expectantes y en silencio.

The red woman nos dejó con el mismo sabor a poco de la mayoría de los episodios, sobre todo con la revelación acerca de la edad antiquísima de Melissandre, presentida pero difícil de internalizar. La seductora mujer roja había anticipado en varias ocasiones que cargaba varias vidas sobre sus hombros, pero la escena final abre nuevos interrogantes respecto de la fuente de su poder: sea el collar refulgente, sea la magia que domina por gracia del Señor de la Luz, el personaje sigue siendo tan misterioso como perturbador.

Finalmente nos despedimos de nuestros amigos ante la inminencia de una semana laboral intensa después de haber compartido una apacible velada de domingo. Valar Morghulis fue el saludo ritual que compartimos con Adri, un código más entre los rituales comunes devenidos de tantos años de amistad.

Testeo salado

Dead Sea SaltLas propiedades curativas del Mar Muerto han sido reconocidas desde la más remota antigüedad. Los elementos que componen el gran lago salado poseen efectos terapéuticos formidables, de ahí que tantas personas se dirijan a buscar el milagro que implica la sumersión en sus aguas para el cuerpo físico.

Magnesio, calcio, potasio, bromuros son algunos de los minerales que se encuentran en el Mar Muerto. El magnesio fortalece el sistema nervioso y combate la retención de líquidos, el calcio favorece la salud de uñas y huesos, el potasio equilibra la humedad y restaura los músculos fatigados por el ejercicio físico, los bromuros contribuyen a relajarlos. La gran cantidad de sodio contribuye a equilibrar la linfa, que a su vez sostiene la salud del sistema inmune.

El metabolismo de la piel agradece la inmersión en aguas bienhechoras y dado que resulta materialmente imposible a quienes vivimos lejos de esta fuente de salud la habitualidad de la sumersión, he hecho acopio de algunos productos en mi estancia reciente que contengan en su composición sales de este benéfico mar. Naturaliz es una marca de origen jordano que cuenta con sales rosadas para baños de inmersión, que permiten reponer minerales en beneficio de la piel y relajar el cuerpo para beneficiar el alma.

Original Article: https://bellaespiritu.com/2016/04/28/sekhmet-velada-de-domingo-testeo-salado/

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FEATURED: Vida

El tiempo no es oro, el oro no vale nada. El tiempo es vida.

J. L. Sampedro.

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Formo un marco con mis manos donde trato de encerrar este momento, y entre mis dedos veo asomar esa tímida sonrisa que hace que tus rasgados ojos color caoba casi se cierren por completo al hacerlo. Por un segundo el estrecho vano que hay entre mis manos parece distorsionar el tiempo, mostrándome un carrusel de recuerdos que pasan velozmente frente a mis ojos, donde te veo todavía con aquel rostro de niña, como aquel primer día en el que nos conocimos, y contengo la respiración para ver si con ello también consigo retener en mi memoria algo de esa secuencia de irrepetibles imágenes que cambian continuamente entre pulgares e índices. Rápido me doy cuenta de que tanto esfuerzo será siempre en vano, ya que con cada nuevo haz de luz que estalla en tu mirada, todos esos recuerdos terminan por diluirse como la acuarela en suaves ondas de colores sobre mi memoria.

Ceso por un instante, y mientras este universo inundado de fotones sigue cambiando ante mis ojos, viene a mi recuerdo una determinada melodía que murmuro muy suave entre mis labios, y enarcando las cejas ante la melancolía, comprendo que nunca será suficientemente cerca mientras esté contigo. Que los centímetros, metros u océanos que algún día nos separaron, no fueron otra cosa que las rocambolescas cabriolas de un destino caprichoso y cruel, que un día, cansado de sus travesuras, decidió que por fin los dos compartiéramos aquel reducido espacio mientras esperábamos el autobús, y que sin saberlo ni pretenderlo, aquellos alocados electrones que conformaban nuestros labios, decidieron lanzarse al vacío para conectarnos con un simple chispazo. Nunca sabremos si fueron segundos, minutos o años los que pasamos prendidos a aquel beso, o si se partió el eje de la tierra como un fino cristal para luego volver a recomponerse como si nada hubiera pasado. Solo sé, que con aquel simple beso, pudiste saber todo lo que hasta aquel momento había callado.

Ahora que te miro sonreír entiendo que los problemas nunca fueron más importantes que lo que hemos ido dejando atrás. Y que mientras esta suave brisa que recién acaba de acariciar los pastos termine por desordenar tu pelo, y mientras el suave remolino que todavía ulula tras de ti siga deshaciéndose en el vacío, entenderás que jamás hubo otro principio que el de ahora, ni más juventud o vejez que las de ahora, y nunca habrá otro tiempo ni momento mejor que el de ahora, y que cada instante, no será otra cosa que nuestra última oportunidad para empezar de nuevo. Y que por eso, con tu permiso o incluso sin él, estoy dispuesto a hacerte feliz.

OriginalArticle: https://lascronicasdelotromundo.wordpress.com/2016/04/26/vida/

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FEATURED: If I am quiet by House of Heart ❤️

In honor of Earth Day 🌎

House of Heart

I can watch butterflies

float silently over gardens.

Conspicuous stained glass

of red, orange, and blue

set in facets of

ivory and sable veins.

They hover among the flowers,

compound eyes and fluttery feelers,

their faces smeared flaxen

too fine for the eye to see.

Fear nor death is a concept on

their mystical journey through

an enchanted world.

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FEATURED: Monday night by YesNoButWhy

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Isn’t everything we do in life a way to be loved a little more?

You think your world just ended last night because, your heart broke. Well, you can’t really pin point and tell the exact moment, date and freaking time when it happened, but let’s just say you realised the full force of it last night. And so it will be that your heart broke on Monday, in the dead of an otherwise hot summer night. The fan running in full speed but you’re sweating, and inside your heart there’s a storm that could tear down everything.

Sometimes life can seem heavy and at the risk of sounding melodramatic, very dark and unbearable. But, one has to do what one can and move on, don’t they? I know you’ve tried and you really haven’t met with success, but perhaps you should just stop trying. Just like you didn’t go…

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FEATURED: WHEN YOUR DREAMING – #HOCUSPOCUS13

DreamcatcherIn the early morning of the dawn of a new day go outside to find some natural objects that represent your dreams you intend to turn into your own personal power

Begin your Circle of Life…💛

Your Dream Catcher

Start with making a hoop out of a flexible tree branch or a thick vine

Weave string or leather strips into a web within the hoop just as a Spider builds a new web at dawn to catch the dew that catches the early morning sunlight

Finding natural objects outside look for feathers ~ arrow heads ~ crystals ~ stones ~ beads just pieces of your everyday life items your attracted to ~ interested in ~ items that catch your eye

Then weave and spin those symbols into your Dream Catcher web with love intention and appreciation

Weave a web that brings all your hearts desire to you catch within it your life’s true purpose and passion
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Prosperity
Creativity
Compassion
Health
Peace
Love
Joy
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Weave into your web the vibrations of what’s hidden about you from sight

Generate that power from deep inside yourself

Then enters into the web is your spiritual truth

Once your Dream Catcher is finished hang it by your bed as the good dreams will be captured in the web sliding down the feathers into your awakening life while nightmares pass through the web and travel on far awaySleep AngelWhen you sleep tonight you will journey your life through your dreams…catch them

The results are that your heavenly dreams will begin to show up in your life on earth

Using a Dream Catcher as a tool can bring to you a new awareness of your spirit
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ONLY AN OPEN HEART…💛…WILL CATCH A DREAM

~ AMERICAN INDIAN PROVERB ~

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FEATURED: Storia illustrata by Doru

Original Article: https://atdoru.wordpress.com/2016/04/25/storia-illustrata-1012/

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FEATURED: Pantofii albaştri ai timpului by Rosedeny

Pantofii albaştri ai timpului

Mă simt înecată în trecut.
Chipurile fade stau ascunse după colţul casei
Şi îmi pândesc copilăria.
Poartă haine de culoarea greşelilor,
Descusute şi cu tivul gata să desprindă lacrimi.
Sunt şi eu acolo, îmbrăcată într-un sarafan negru al regretelor,
Strâns în talie de remuşcări imprimate în panglici lungi.
Îmi ating genunchii loviţi de cuvinte
Şi şterg sângele închegat din apusul verii.
Mă văd, dar nu mă recunosc,
Cu o foarfecă de oţel pătrund în firul răsucit al anilor trecuți,
Calc desculţă pe marginile pietrelor de opal,
Iar pe vârfuri traversez norii rămaşi pe pământ…
Cu fiecare pas, timpul absoarbe jocul copilului uitat în mine.
În stomac simt cum mă loveşte timiditatea,
Stropindu-mi glasul cu răgușeala unei pisici care obosește să alerge fluturi.
Mai am puţină încredere în buzunar,
E pentru toată viaţa…
Mi-ajung emoţiile rătăcite prin păr,
Le scutur din când în când în anotimpuri.
Mă dor mâinile încercând să ating timpul pierdut,
Mă dor tălpile încercând să sar peste cuvinte.
Chipurile fade apar ca nişte fantome,
Îmi înceţoşează lumea risipită în oraşe,
Mă despart de cutremurul resimţit în priviri..
Retina cerului e vulcanul nestins din mine,
Din mine, din tine, din destin.
Nu încetez să caut rugăciunile,
Parcă cineva le risipeşte cu mâna stângă
Peste câmpiile cu flori,
Iar vântul le cuprinde şi le presară peste privighetori.
Din glasul meu, încerc să desprind câteva note
Nu prea multe, de teamă că s-ar întrista pianul lui Chopin…
Noaptea vine peste mine,
Şi-mi trezeşte amintirile din mătase…
Astăzi mi-a adus în dar gândul speranţei
Pe care o voi purta în participiul mulțumirii.

Nu am ştiut că poţi traversa Vulcanul Noroios al amintirilor,
În pantofii albaştri ai timpului.

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Te întâmpin, zâmbind, îți ascunzi chipul după flori și aștepți să-ți deschid.

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S-au prins în horă florile iertării, sărbătoresc sinceritatea-n felinar.

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Mi te am. Mi te iubesc.

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E timpul să plecăm, mă găsești printre raftul cu cărți. Roșesc, m-aștepți.

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FEATURED: Her Name Was Laboni

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Documentary photographer Claudio Montesano Casillas tells the story of Laboni, a Bangladeshi woman who died in the garment factory collapse at Rana Plaza in Dhaka, Bangladesh, in 2013.


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Buongiorno…..♥★♥

Buongiorno a chi accompagna il risveglio con il sorriso e prova a dipingere la giornata di mille colori…
(Foto del web)

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Gigoid the Dubious says if not four, maybe seven ….

Ffolkes,

“Grain grows best in shit.”

~~ Ursula K. LeGuin ~~

Persistence

Life is persistent….

Hajime…. Life is change, it is said, but, do we listen? Not much, for even when we do, it changes anyway, in ways we cannot predict. Fortunately for me, I’m getting fairly used to it by now, save for those days our old nemesis, Murphy, steps in to lend a hand to Fate, with his own ironic twists to the changes we think we expect. SIGH…. since there isn’t a damn thing to be done about it, the necessity for adapting, as it always does, rests with me, to do with as I please. Of course, if what I please isn’t in line with reality, well, too bad for me. Ah, well, I suppose we all have things in life which can disappoint us; this, for some reason, is mine….

Boy, that was pretty useless, wasn’t it? When I began, I was trying to be helpful, or at least compellingly sincere. But, it worked its way right into something else, insidiously, in the manner of Murphy himself, hiding the end result until too late to do anything about it. Funny how our own unconscious processes mirror the way reality works, isn’t it? And, so much for putting together the brilliant, gripping introduction that was my original intended start to today’s Pearl, eh, what? I’d say it was yet another small lesson in the hazards of engaging in vaulting ambition, I suppose, if I were in the mood to be pious, or even more ridiculous, morally instructive. Fortunately for all of us, I’m not, nor do I often fall into that absurdity. Lucky you.

Okay, we are quickly losing our way, so, perhaps it would be best to get on with the show for today. I find that’s usually the best way to preserve at least a modicum of dignity, even if we never actually display any at all. Oh, well, such is life in the blogosphere, ffolkes. You can never quite tell just what you’ll come across on any given day. I guess that just goes to show the nuances of human nature, which embeds itself in everything we do; in this case, it will allow us to escape into the wilds of the inner blog, without really even trying. In fact, we’ll just fake the whole process today, and do it like this…. Watch closely, or you’ll miss the change….

Shall we Pearl?….

“It is good
to have an end to journey toward,
but it is the journey that matters in the end.”

~~ Ursula K. LeGuin ~~

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I’ve been sleeping better lately, which sometimes means I get up a bit late to make my self-imposed deadline for posting each day. This, naturally, means we cheat, and go with our default musical choice, to wit: classical…. As always, the mix chosen was simply the most compelling picture I saw when perusing the choices….. Enjoy!….

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I really wanted to have the rant on which I’ve been working ready for today; my fatigue yesterday prevented that, and arising late today finished off any chance of getting it done this morning, as it’s still evolving on me. So be it. Here is a discussion of virtue from late in 2012, not too long, to fill in quite nicely for today…. I figure, in today’s world, a discussion of virtue can never be out of place….

From 12/16/2012:

“Just as treasures are uncovered from the earth, so virtue appears from good deeds, and wisdom appears from a pure and peaceful mind. To walk safely through the maze of human life, one needs the light of wisdom and the guidance of virtue.” — Buddha (B.C. 568-488)

This statement strikes a deep chord within me…. It comes to me upon reflection that there are basically two kinds of people in the world; there are those who will see a statement such as this, read it, think about it, and either accept it, or reject it, though it hardly seems possible to do the latter, given its degree of demonstrable truth. The other kind of person will start to read this, then give up after a few words, because the words have no meaning for them, beyond the word ‘treasure’. Once these folks discover that the ‘treasure’ isn’t jewels or gold, they stop all thought on the subject, and turn to anything else that will serve their self-interest.

In one sense, this dichotomy of nature is indicative of what is happening in the world at large today. On one hand we observe the people who reject the above statement, and live according to rules that are pathologically oriented to themselves, those who also believe in “do unto others before they can do unto you….”. Sadly, this group is the same one that the major percentage of elected officials and members of our beloved ruling class come from, along with all of those who spend their lives playing with money, i.e., the bankers. All of these folks refuse to acknowledge the veracity of any of the sentiments expressed by the Buddha above, and in many cases, do so with pride and arrogance…

Another group of folks lend their support to those in power, though they spend a lot of time trying to convince everyone that they are acting out of altruistic motivation rather than monetary. I call these folks preachers, for lack of a better word, and the group, in my mind, includes priests, pastors, vicars, sadhu, imams, Elders, or anyone else who considers themselves a holy man, with the right to interpret the words of gods for the rest of us. They want us to believe they are acting according to what Buddha has expressed above, but in reality, what they do bears no resemblance at all to virtue. They merely use the words to assume the authority by proxy. In fact, their very insistence that they are acting in the interests of others, or are at all inspired to virtue, to me, is a foul lie, and worthy of their own judgment…..

I could rant for a long time on this subject, as I regard it as the most critical problem in human nature, the root cause of our current dangerous position as a species threatened with extinction. The callousness and self-aggrandizement that characterizes those among us who wish power over others will, in the long run, kill us all, if we don’t put a stop to it. Unfortunately, that would require making decisions, and taking actions, that would challenge our own virtue, and place us at risk of becoming that which we are trying to destroy…. a conundrum, for certain. Time will give us the answer, and I, for one, fear to hear it…..

“It’s too bad ignorance isn’t painful.”

~~ Smart Bee ~~

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Dreaming of Calliope

La belle dame sans merci speaks aloud through endless night,
torturing dreams, with powerful words and stentorian phrases.
Manifest visions bathed in unbearable grace and light,
destroying all direction, standing lost, in unfathomable mazes.

Fate plays a part, one that will never face denial,
as fear and courage eternally vie for ascendancy.
Conflict becomes valid, gifting strength in open trial,
but honest emotion wears no costume so fancy.

Blood, sweat, and tears stroll on avenues of gold,
unlikely heroines heralding as in ancient lore;
Sharp, competent knives cut through tales untold,
eternally shifting reality past the naked shore.

Drifting toward origin, bereft of mandate or cause,
finished, nay, abandoned, tied with a figurative bow.
No simple gift from muses to give comfort or pause,
save that all we need to know, we already know…..

~~ gigoid ~~

12/13/2012

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About Hopi Indian Symbols

This, ffolkes, is one damned odd pearl. It put itself together, with little assistance from me, beyond formatting. One or two were out of place, so I moved them where they made sense. Other than that, it’s a self-created pearl, with a message that SEEMS to be that life is strange, and these are things you should remember about it to make it through with some aplomb. Of course, you should already know what ‘aplomb’ is, before attempting to achieve it…. Always good to remember things like that; they save embarrassment later….. Enjoy! If naught else, it’s all good advice, from one viewpoint, or another….

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“The best way out is always through.”

~~ Robert Frost ~~

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“What most people need to learn in life
is how to love people and use things
instead of using people and loving things.”

~~ Zelda Fitzgerald ~~

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“Old age is no place for sissies.”

~~ Bette Davis ~~

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“The man who removes a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.”

~~ Chinese proverb ~~

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“If life must not be taken too seriously, then so neither must death.”

~~ Samuel Butler ~~

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“Ears are what keep your feet from getting in your mouth.”

~~ Anonym+us ~~

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“If attacked by a lion thrust your arm down his throat.
This takes some practice.”

~~ Cyril Connolly ~~

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“The greatest gift is a portion of thyself.”

~~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~~

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“Flowers are words which even a baby can understand.”

~~ Arthur C. Coxe ~~

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“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable,
but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.”

~~ George Bernard Shaw ~~

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“Imagine there’s no heaven… it’s easy if you try.”

~~ John Lennon, “Imagine” ~~

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Having completed my chosen duty for today, I can take a break, well-earned. Leelu will be happy about that; she gets antsy in the mornings, waiting for me to finish. She’s become an excellent companion, (not that she was ever anything else), and we are learning to adjust to each other’s habits fairly well. Now we’ve filled the standard requirement for chatty blather, which seems to have gone missing above, we may legally, and morally, take out leave, sans guilt (not that we ever feel THAT useless emotion…). As is our wont to comment on such occasion, so be it. See y’all tomorrow, ffolkes. Just try & stop me….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.

PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.

“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch

dozer3

À bientôt, mon cherí….

Original Article: http://gigoid.me/2016/04/26/if-not-four-maybe-seven/

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