THE GRATITUDE

I am the woman of today. Me. What were my dreams in the past? What have I become? What have we achieved ? What I learned so far and how many are to be learned ? We return to the mind and soul in the past ... Let us look at a photo of teenage or young . Let's look at that girl in the eye with delicate soul , mind full of projections and hopes, but many fears and courage . What would you say girl then? What did you say to reassure or to encourage ? How have you changed? How you live and how you relate this now to fears or questions then ?                                                                                                      
Oh, the stories usually begin with ... "Once ...", but it's not typical nor atypical story , it's just what we find always wanted to be . I be with my desires embodied in accomplishments , to be me , a woman with lofty ideals who knocks at the door of this , shaking his tumultuous past of unfulfillments trivial .
The essence of life is different , retrieving what I missed when I was not paying attention to the whispers of angels , with interests different from those of a woman of exquisite spiritual viewpoint . Can not have enough time to choose my highest heels can read a book, or my TV Flush eyes with trivial issues can ... draw a rainbow that retrieval forms after the rains of life , some cool , summer other dreary late autumn . Formed in light colors like a bunch of ready to paint watercolor paintings, hand trembling in a nervous painter .
Here wove moments of happiness , when the evening light , the horizon immense horizon trembling and girls lovers under the moonlight , he could see like fireflies in the night . Delusions were present in all their forms , wishful thinking , failures ... all " battlefield " ... but they have compensated hopes of seraphim and cherubim to the park .                                                                                                                                  
They stood on the shoulders and may have not noticed that I had at hand praying soul of eternal love . Speaking memories of past life experiences talking , which made me change my thinking ... all the negative effects of not thinking brought me laurels but rather fiercely soul. Misunderstanding neighbor , say senseless words have made me a song played on street corners by ambulance.
When the trials of life have brought me back to earth of the eternal dreaming, and had an influence on the soul desolate , without spiritual support ... I realized that not learned the most important lesson of life - love !
Yes , all say that we love , but love is something beyond the clouds, the wind and rain. It is beyond any obstacle that can stand in your way. To let your soul feel the hand of the one you love , to sacrifice yourself to your peak years .
Putting his feelings in hand and give him all the confidence was spreading 'll miss him, to touch his soul there, where there is physical . Feel it in your every thought , impress upon the heart, feel her breath as if they were shadows of your dreams ... to love as it is and realize that , in essence , is unique!
Retrieval is not a poetic word , is a word base of our existence , of our unique EU 's structured , complex and delicate , picky , I would add , like salt in food !
Retrieval is in deed , in the ability to see the future with positive thoughts , to see the world with different eyes , to complete another stage of spirituality , a step to inner happiness , complete understanding of life.
It is now well defined , outlined like a well thought out project ... resulting solid structure of a construction duration.
All creatures in the world have the right to life , love and understanding. I gave them a chance , but at the same time to me , I gave a chance for a new beginning ... Love is our lifeblood , human , without it we would be naked as the trees fall, we were pathetic and no substance.

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Tragic love letters

Love is the purest feeling in the world. It transcends millennia , love knows no time nor space ... These words written about half a century ago , exactly 428 years ago , remain as vivid and exciting . It seems that in their history, people have sought greater pain than the loss of love ...

This love letter was written by a pregnant widow to her deceased lover , Eung -Tae Lee. The letter was found on his chest in an ancient tomb in Andong - South Korea. The man who lived in the 16th century , was a member of the clan Goseong Yi and died long before his wife at the age of 30 years.
Hundreds of years later , the pain of a woman play by her boyfriend fell in battle ...

Won by his father                                                                                  
June 1, 1586
You always said , " My dear, we live together until our hair turns gray and die the same day. " How could you turn off without me ? Who listened to us, me and my son and how can we live ? How could you go before me ?
What did you gave your heart and as I gave my heart? Whenever I sat next to each other . lying , I always say : " Honey, Do other people love and cherish as we do ? Are like us ? " . How can you leave all this and go ahead of me ?
I can not live without you. I want to come with you. Please, take me where you are. My feelings towards you in this world can not forget , and unhappiness is boundless . Where I sit now his heart and how I could live with this child , whisking you miss ? Please , look at this letter and tell me the details in the dream. Because I want to hear your words in dreams. I write this letter and you entrust . Please look at it carefully and talk to me .
When I give birth to the child in me , who we will call him Dad? Can anyone feel what I feel ? No greater tragedy like this, under heaven . You're just somewhere else , and not so great suffering like me . There is no limit and end to my misery , I can hardly express it . Please look carefully this letter and come in my dreams , show me up and tell me in detail .
I think you can see in dreams. Come to me in secret and show up . There is no limit to what I say and I will stop here.

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When Einstein met Tagore

The text I wish to make you known play exciting dialogue in deeply philosophical , in which the two scholars debate the existence of God or nature of Truth.

Perhaps this dialogue reflects symbolically, gap, and deck The link that exists between Western thinking - able to produce outstanding scientific revolution , though encased in a limiting design on the human and divine ; and Eastern thought , rooted in a philosophy of " All That Is " by which human existence is the blessing of living in agreement and by integrating Divinity , not independent of it .

It is no secret that Albert Einstein was not only one of the greatest scientists of the world but also a very anchored in religion , but a religion of European type that sees divinity as a force independent of man ... " Do you believe in Divine as isolated from the world ? " , challenges Einstein Tagore. Paradoxically, scientists nowadays seems to contradict Einstein , giving justice to Tagore .

Turn this fascinating insight that two great thinkers debate on "Truth" and the human essence.

Einstein: Do you believe in Divine as isolated from the world?

Tagore:   Not isolated. Infinity Man staff understand the universe. There is nothing that can not be subsumed human personality, and it shows that the universe is truly human truth

I took a scientific fact to explain this - Matter is composed of protons and electrons, with gaps between elements; but the matter seems solid. Similarly, humanity is composed of individuals, yet they are linked to the human relationships which unify humanity. The entire universe is in connection with us, in a similar manner, it is a human universe. I expressed this thought through art, literature and the religious consciousness of man.

Einstein: There are two views on the nature of the universe:

(1) People that drive addiction humanity.

(2) The world as a reality independent of the human factor.

Tagore: When our universe is in harmony with man, the eternal, that we know the truth, we feel that beauty.

Einstein : This is a purely human conception of the universe.

Tagore : There can be no other conception. This world is a human world - the scientific view of the world is all one man scientifically. There's a certain standard of motivation, pleasure , which gives us truth , the standard Eternal Man whose experiences are through our experience.

Einstein : This is a conception of the human being .

Tagore : Yes , an eternal entity . You have to fulfill the emotions and our activities . I made ​​the supreme man has individual limitations through our limitations . Science is concerned with that which has no limits for individuals ; is impersonal human world of truths. Religion realizes these truths and attach them our deepest needs ; Our individual consciousness of truth gains universal significance . Religion applies values ​​of truth and know the truth that good in harmony with Him .

Einstein : Truth, or Beauty is not independent of man ?

Tagore : No.

Einstein : If there would be any human being , the Apollo Belvedere no longer beautiful.                                                  

Tagore : No.

Einstein : I agree with this conception of beauty , but not about the truth .

Tagore : Why not ? Truth is known / done by humans.

Einstein : I can not prove that my opinion is good, but it is my religion .

Tagore: Beauty is perfect harmony that exists in the Universal Being ; Truth , perfect understanding of the Universal Mind . We individuals approach it through our mistakes and blunders , through our accumulated experience , through our conscience enlightened - as otherwise we may know the Truth ?

Einstein : I can not scientifically prove that truth can be conceived as truly independent of Humanity ; but I believe in it strongly . I , for instance, that the geometry Pythagorean theorem establishes something that is only roughly true, independent of human existence . In any case , if there is a reality independent of man , there is also a truth relative to this reality ; and at the same time generates a negation of the first negation of the latter.

Tagore : Truth , which is one with the Universal Being , must essentially be human , all we had realized individuals as truth can never be true - at least truth scientifically described and can be reached only through a logical process in other words , in a body of thought which is the human . According to Indian philosophy , there is Brahma , the Absolute Truth , which can not be conceived by the isolation of the individual mind and can be described in words, but can be through a complete fusion of the individual in infinity. But such a truth can not belong Science. True nature is apparently talking about - to speak, what appears to be true of the human mind and it is true and can be called maya , or illusion.

Einstein : So according to your conception , which can be conception Indiana , it is the illusion of the individual, but of humanity as a whole.

Tagore : The species also belong Unity humanity. Then , the whole human mind realizes the truth ; European Indiana minds meet in a common accomplishment .

Einstein : The word << species >> is used in German for all human beings , in fact monkeys and frogs would belong to the word.

Tagore : In science cross discipline eliminating the personal limitations of individual minds and thus reach the comprehension of truth that is in the minds of the universal man .

Einstein : The problem is if truth is independent of our consciousness .

Tagore : What we call truth lies in the rational harmony between the subjective and objective aspects of reality , both belonging to a man over- personal .

Einstein : Even in our daily life , we feel compelled to put in a reality independent of the human mind through the objects we use. We do this to connect the experiences of our senses in a reasonable way. For example , if nobody is in the house , though the mass remains where it is.

Tagore : Yes, it remains outside the individual mind , but not outside the universal mind . Table which I perceive is perceptible by the same consciousness that I possess .                                                           

Einstein : If no one in the house would be mass exist in the same way - but it is already illegitimate from your point of view - because we can not explain what it means that the table is there , independent of us.

Our view on the existence of natural truth independent of humanity can not be explained or demonstrated , but it is a belief that she can not deprive anyone - not even primitive beings . Truth assign an ultimate goal - human ; us is indispensable , the reality that is independent of our existence and our existence and our mind - although we can not say what it is.

Tagore : Science has shown that mass object is an appearance and so solid , that thing that the human mind perceives mass would not mind if there would be nothing . At the same time it must be admitted that the expression of physical reality as nothing more than a multitude of electrical forces in turning centers , while the bias of the human mind .

In no understanding of the Truth eternal conflict between universal human mind and the same limited individual mind. Perpetual process of reconciliation is carried in our science, in philosophy , in our ethics . In any case, if there was any truth absolutely unrelated to humanity, then for us it is absolutely a non -existence.

If it is difficult for us to imagine a mind that sequence is not happening not in space but in time as well as the sequence of notes in music. To such a mind, such a conception of reality is close musical reality in which Pythagorean geometry can not make any sense.

Einstein :  Truth, or Beauty is not independent of man ?

Tagore :     No.

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WONDERFUL ballad AND A DRAMATICALLY LOVE

Ciprian Porumbescu was born in 1853 in Sipotele by Suceava from Romania amid Golembiovschi family (which later changes its name Porumbescu) son of Emilia and the priest Ieraclie. Ciprian was a shy child, clumsy and weak and prone to disease, but very insightful and intelligent.

Ciprian Young grew up in a home where faith and culture are shrouded in a harmonious embrace. Was expected that this son of a priest, not an ordinary priest, but with obvious leanings toward literature and art, to grow in a choice .

For special talent of his son, the priest Ieraclie received Amati violin dating from 1626, from a gypsy old, in recognition of his given food and its troop musicians in the time of drought in 1866.

Unfortunately, the disease broke, maybe too early creative wings of this man of sensibility, but the disease was not only because of this dramatic destiny. After graduation, the young theologian was imprisoned for almost three months to work in the company 'ARBOROASA', campaigner for freedom under the rule of Habsburg Bukovina. Detention has weakened and frail body. Their disease was greatly aggravated.

However, as would be felt near the end, Porumbescu wrote during his detention the best parts. Temporal, physical freedom was suppressed, but the inner spirit has triumphed. Thus, included fever, spitting blood, he wrote his father, "I'm fine, Dad. Staying in cell and sing "Gaudeamus Igitur". Only a pity that those who listen to me do not know Latin. "
Romanian folk dance them great pleasure Cyprian here , Marioara through his sister , Berta knows , a beautiful young woman , slim , with a special spirit that awakens Ciprian pure love . But it was possible to love between the daughter of an evangelical pastor and son of an Orthodox priest ? His love is forbidden by the girl's parents, bringing the pretext religion and nationality . Young girl is sent to parents in England hoping that love will wipe away the heart unsuitable young woman and bring another more appropriate. Time has demonstrated that not ... It is said that in his last months of life, with the windows wide open , singing violin strings furiously , with such aplomb and virtuosity , singing and love , sadness and pain of a life too short that passers squelch , forgetting to leave, daring to budge feet magnetized if the unknown force . Relentless tuberculosis has not forgiven him . Ciprian died in 1883 , under the helpless eyes of his old father and his sister's arms , Marioara , bearing in mind and soul the image of the two loves of his, Berta and violin .

His best known composition Porumbescu remains undeniable, "Ballad for violin". Completed on October 21, 1880, the song became a benchmark score of his creation.

For more than a week, the composer withdrew quietly idyllic homeland, as drafted, processed, polished this page to a rare musical sensitivity, full of poetry and nostalgia, with rays of light and dark spots in which transforms longing, song and dance, is rightly one of the reference designs of Romanian culture.

Ballad of Romanian Porumbescu is authentic but is pure, honest, stirs you, you walk through the past, disturbs you, you enter in the ears, blood, takes you through the past and into your heart. It is impossible not to sensitized to hearing sounds sweet, heartbreaking, coming from a timeless sadness. Music elevates a simple violins, fills your eyes. Sensitizes the soul, the boundaries between people and between countries, are blurring.
We are in the childhood's Stupca of Porumbescu, love every blade of grass in this country, love stones,

waters, meadows, do everything you can for her and it's not demagogy or false patriotism or obsolete words. Ballad has something from Romanian lamentation folk songs. It highlights the suffering that characterized the entire life of the author, and gives us a picture of what could have reached him if it would not be out so soon.

In 1871 , to celebrate the anniversary of 400 years since the building of the monastery Putna all attention of those present the way in which manual dexterous violin strings . An unknown young man , tall and slim , dare to take the famous fiddler violin and sings with such Vindireu Grigore pathos that people are flocking immediately afterwards to thank him , asking who he is. "Now I can die, I played Dacia whole ," said the young man . " She sang divinely ," murmured the present ....

In 1877 , due to patriotic events , is imprisoned by Austro-Hungarian authority representatives . Disease , chills alternating with fever have not spared in the few months of prison. In the cold chill of the prison and the prison , the disease worsened . But he used to sing with the same frenzy of violin, faithful love which never left him . It was the only who relieve Berta longing, sadness, helplessness. Legends say that tears were unstoppable in the eyes of those imprisoned when young becoming one with the violin 's love most of all. Violin sounds ransacked the depth souls imprisoned

Today the story of life, love and music, as it is tragic, wonderful, half-completed, half unfulfilled shake us. Who can forget the pain and happiness unearthly contained in a ballad? How to get over a love so intense and sad as that of Ciprian and Bertha ?

Listen with your eyes closed leaving the mind to "build" landscape.

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