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Who I am (or not) | The Garden Of The Kamikaze

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The Garden Of The Kamikaze. Insight, transformation, stillness. Who I am (or not). Who I am (or not). I became very interested in photography. And I occasionally write about art here. This blog has a Brazilian brother. I already had been mistaken for a violinist, a vocalist and a grandson. I played recorder in a metro station in Paris to earn some bucks. I had stomach ulcer. I taught a group of farmers. I wore a tie three times already. I served the Army. I programmed in Assembler. I am what I did.

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Misabel's storytime: June 2015

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We don’t fall in love with people; we fall in love with ideas of them. When we first get a crush on somebody, we start thinking about them, imagining how they’re like, what we’d like to do with them. Reality can never live up with our expectations. Are without any prejudices of who our minds have concocted them to be. My thoughts after reading the book Paper Towns by John Green. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Lomaflunssa ja muita kuulumisia. Uutta, uutta ja samat selitykset ;).

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Misabel's storytime: October 2013

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As I buckle my safety belt, I finally allow myself to lose my cool. A lonely tear trickles in the corner of my eye, then another one. A salty path forms down my cheeks, silent tears rolling as the stewardesses go on about the safety regulations during the flight. Why am I doing this to myself again? This wasn't the first time, nor will it be the last. The idea both empowers and terrifies me. The first time this happened, the first time us. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.

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September | 2009 | The Garden Of The Kamikaze

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The Garden Of The Kamikaze. Insight, transformation, stillness. Who I am (or not). Like a clear forest pool. September 10, 2009. Calmness brings mindfulness. This is one of the most beautiful descriptions of the purpose of meditation I have come across:. A Still Forest Pool. Posted by Christian Benvenuti. 183;Tags: Ajahn Chah. Apologies for the cross-posting. September 10, 2009. I am still organising a few posts across my blogs according to their subjects. 8211; Writings on art, in English.

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Misabel's storytime: November 2014

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Do you know what it would be like if you were able to turn people on mute? Well, that happened to me on Wednesday morning. There was absolutely no sound coming out. Somehow I managed to call a doctor and whisper I needed an appointment – dg: acute laryngitis. 8221; not detecting my ferocious nodding, “Credit or debit? There is a positive side to all this, too: When I'm not able to talk, I'm forced to listen, really listen. Quite often when people talk, I'm trying to formulate my own thoughts into words, ...

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Misabel's storytime: February 2015

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Edith's changed quite a lot over the past year or so. She's gotten a bit plumber and tries to hide it behind those horrible clothes. I can't understand how anyone can feel comfortable in baggy jeans and oversized hoodies. Today's fashion is all about showing curves. Skinny and skimpy is the way to go. Anyway, what's with the colors she's wearing? Besides, what's with the hairstyle? She wears a braid every day. Can you imagine, a braid? She even has toys in her room! 8221; and started running away. Ev...

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Misabel's storytime: July 2014

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He looks relaxed, standing there leaning on the door of his truck. The big, metallic buckle of his bootcut jeans reflects light into my eyes as I approach him. I can't quite see his eyes yet as they're shaded by the wide brim of his cowboy hat. I can feel that they're twinkling, though. They always do when we met like this. I don't feel too comfortable about our secret rendezvous, but I've grown too addicted on them to stop, and I suppose he feels the same. “Where to this time? Afterwards we go skinny di...

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Washing the dishes | The Garden Of The Kamikaze

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The Garden Of The Kamikaze. Insight, transformation, stillness. Who I am (or not). September 10, 2009. Today, almost three years later, there isn’t a single time when I am washing up that I don’t remember that paragraph. Posted by Christian Benvenuti. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.

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Misabel's storytime: Paper Towns

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We don’t fall in love with people; we fall in love with ideas of them. When we first get a crush on somebody, we start thinking about them, imagining how they’re like, what we’d like to do with them. Reality can never live up with our expectations. Are without any prejudices of who our minds have concocted them to be. My thoughts after reading the book Paper Towns by John Green. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Lomaflunssa ja muita kuulumisia. The House of Sorrow.