Αρχαιολογικά ευρήματα που ήρθαν στο φως στο Περού υποδεικνύουν μία προηγμένη όψη του αρχαίου περουβιανού πολιτισμού που ήταν άγνωστη μέχρι σήμερα. Επιμελώς διάτρητα κρανία, τα οποία βρέθηκαν κατά τη διάρκεια ανασκαφών σε αρχαίο νεκροταφείο μέσα σε σπηλιές της επαρχίας Andahuaylas στις νοτιοκεντρικές Άνδεις, αποδεικνύουν ότι οι αρχαίες φυλές που έζησαν στην συγκεκριμένη περιοχή του Περού …
– Μερικές φορές νικάς. Όλες τις άλλες φορές, μαθαίνεις. – Μόλις οι πέτρες μπορούν να κολυμπούν, τα φύλλα θα βουλιάξουν.
Re-arrange your thoughts, they won’t do any longer. Dispose of your guns, we will fight no longer. Fever in your veins, as there is no tomorrow. Defend your home with the words you borrow. Sealing your eyes with your blood. Reason with your arms, ’cause your logic is in favour of letting go of …
François Couturier Tarkovsky Quartet Nuit blanche François Couturier: piano Anja Lechner: violoncello Jean-Marc Larché: soprano saxophone Jean-Louis Matinier: accordion. Ingmar Bergman once said of Andrey Tarkovsky, “He moves with such naturalness in the room of dreams,” and the French-German quartet named after the great Russian filmmaker has developed an associative dream-language of its own. For leader …
The light is fading now My soul is running on a puff that I cannot reach My brain is turnin’ And my head is hurtin’ Every day a little bit more The light is fading now My forces is being sucked by a bloody leach? My fear is smilin’ And my threat is singin’ …
When your love of life is an empty beach Don’t cry (don’t cry) When your enemy has you in his reach Don’t die (don’t die) When is painful to express the things you feel (inside) When it hurts to share because they’re bare and real (so real) So when everyday is judgement day, I …
Love, Drifts.. by Randy Sabatelli It was still snowing, hard.. hot embers, a fireplace glowed. She is trying “to discern, impress and illustrate the fine points of friendship, including Love, itself- which so often, drifts, or simply slips through our fingers, hands, because”… but he’s already asleep on her shoulder, by now, and likely, probably, …
Make a space For my body. Dig a hole. Push the sides apart. This is what I’m controlling. It’s a moat The inside that I carve. This will my monument This will be a beacon when I’m gone Gone, gone When I’m gone Gone, gone When I’m gone So that when the moment comes, …
