Pyszny i latwy do wykonania/ Yummy and easy to make.
środa, 30 kwietnia 2008
piątek, 25 kwietnia 2008
Smaczny Karnawal - Yummy Carnival
On Apr 30th, (Wednesday) let's meet at Cielo's Beautiful Roses House:
http://www.houseinroses.blogspot.com/
30 kwietnia (środa) odbędzie się smaczny i słodki Karnawał u mojej amerykańskiej przyjaciółki, która wszystkich serdecznie zaprasza:
http://www.houseinroses.blogspot.com/
30 kwietnia (środa) odbędzie się smaczny i słodki Karnawał u mojej amerykańskiej przyjaciółki, która wszystkich serdecznie zaprasza:
poniedziałek, 21 kwietnia 2008
What a Beautiful World - Jaki piekny jest Swiat
Dzień Ziemi - 22 Kwietnia
ZIEMIA byłaby oazą piękna i spokoju, gdyby nie my- ludzie. Zadymiliśmy ją, zaśmiecili, niszczymy zieleń, zatruwamy wodę, nie pozwalając żyć roślinom, zwierzętom i sobie. Z wielką nadzieją patrzymy na ekologów, być może uda im się odwrócić zło, jakie zafundowała nam cywilizacja. Musimy więc dołączyć do przyjaciół Ziemi i wspólnie z nimi walczyć o nasz dom.
A co ty zrobisz w Dzień Ziemi?
Free Comments & Graphics
The world is so beautiful from the oceans to the mountains. Why shouldn't we try to do at least one little thing to keep it that way?
What will you do for Earth Day’08?
ZIEMIA byłaby oazą piękna i spokoju, gdyby nie my- ludzie. Zadymiliśmy ją, zaśmiecili, niszczymy zieleń, zatruwamy wodę, nie pozwalając żyć roślinom, zwierzętom i sobie. Z wielką nadzieją patrzymy na ekologów, być może uda im się odwrócić zło, jakie zafundowała nam cywilizacja. Musimy więc dołączyć do przyjaciół Ziemi i wspólnie z nimi walczyć o nasz dom.
A co ty zrobisz w Dzień Ziemi?
Free Comments & Graphics
The world is so beautiful from the oceans to the mountains. Why shouldn't we try to do at least one little thing to keep it that way?
What will you do for Earth Day’08?
poniedziałek, 14 kwietnia 2008
Zawsze wierz w siebie...
poniedziałek, 7 kwietnia 2008
Inspirational Messages
A Farewell Letter
If for an instant God were to forget that I am rag doll and gifted me with a piece of life,
possibly I wouldn't say all that I think,
but rather I would think of all that I say.
I would value things,
not for their worth but for what they mean.
I would sleep little, dream more,
understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.
I would walk when others hold back.
I would wake when others sleep.
I would listen when others talk,
and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream!
If God were to give me a piece of life,
I would dress simply,
throw myself face first into the sun,
baring not only my body but also my soul.
My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice,
and wait for the sun to show.
Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti poem,
and a Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon.
With my tears I would water roses,
to feel the pain of their thorns,
and the red kiss of their petals.
My God, if I had a piece of life...
I wouldn't let a single day pass without telling the people I love that I love them.
I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites,
and I would live in love with love.
I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old,
not knowing that they grow old when they cease to love!
To a child I shall give wings,
but I shall let him learn to fly on his own.
I would teach the old that death does not come with old age,
but with forgetting.
So much have I learned from you, oh men...
I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain,
without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled.
I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the first time with his tiny fist his father's finger,
he has him trapped forever.
I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another only when he has to help the other get to his feet.
From you I have learned so many things,
but in truth they won't be of much use,
for when I keep them within this suitcase,
unhappily shall I be dying.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Polish version: Cudowne Zycie
If for an instant God were to forget that I am rag doll and gifted me with a piece of life,
possibly I wouldn't say all that I think,
but rather I would think of all that I say.
I would value things,
not for their worth but for what they mean.
I would sleep little, dream more,
understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.
I would walk when others hold back.
I would wake when others sleep.
I would listen when others talk,
and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream!
If God were to give me a piece of life,
I would dress simply,
throw myself face first into the sun,
baring not only my body but also my soul.
My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice,
and wait for the sun to show.
Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti poem,
and a Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon.
With my tears I would water roses,
to feel the pain of their thorns,
and the red kiss of their petals.
My God, if I had a piece of life...
I wouldn't let a single day pass without telling the people I love that I love them.
I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites,
and I would live in love with love.
I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old,
not knowing that they grow old when they cease to love!
To a child I shall give wings,
but I shall let him learn to fly on his own.
I would teach the old that death does not come with old age,
but with forgetting.
So much have I learned from you, oh men...
I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain,
without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled.
I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the first time with his tiny fist his father's finger,
he has him trapped forever.
I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another only when he has to help the other get to his feet.
From you I have learned so many things,
but in truth they won't be of much use,
for when I keep them within this suitcase,
unhappily shall I be dying.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Polish version: Cudowne Zycie
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