Games

It is probably true that men love to chase women. And it is probably true that the more a woman seems uninterested, the more a man gets involved. The most effective way to seem uninterested is to be uninterested.

A woman who doesn´t care about a man, doesn´t try to be perfect. She is relaxed and comfortable with herself no matter what. She is just herself, which is attractive to most men. Why? Because it is less work for them. A man is smart enough to know that for one, it is hard day to day work trying to give you self-confidence that you are obviously lacking and two, that at the end of the day, self confidence needs to be built within oneself and cannot be injected by an outsider.

Once feelings start to take over the female personality, most of us care too much about everything we do and are. One would never choose pasta on the menu, as eating pasta without getting messy is as hard as avoiding under all circumstances to make a number 2 at his apartment. Fact is, none of it is avoidable. Sooner or later we would love to share spaghetti like in the Lady and the Tramp, and, yes, we would like to get rid of it if necessary.

All this is considered as part of the game, although games are supposed to be entertaining and I can´t see anything entertaining about a number 2 restriction. When did we stop having fun playing games?

Marilyn Monroe

Life

Life is easiness when your dreams are dreamed, yet time is not ripe.

- Wish.

Life is heaviness when you´re bringing your dreams to life,time is ripe.

- Hope.

Life is on its peak when your dreams become life.

- Fulfillment.

Notes from the Living Dead

Lin Yutang:

"I have done my best." That is about all the philosophy of living one needs.

Marie Curie:

Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood.

Voltaire:

No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.

Albert Schweitzer:

I don´t know what your destiny will be, but one thing I do know: the only ones among

you who will be really happy are those who have sought and found how to serve.

Emily Dickinson:

That it will never come again it what makes life so sweet .

Leo Tolstoy:

If you want to be happy - be.

Dorothy Thompson:

Only when we are no longer afraid do we begin to live.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky:

The secret of man´s being is not only to live but to have something to live for.

Japanese Proverb:

Fall down seven times, get up eight.

Viktor Frankl:

Ultimately, man should not ask what the meaning of his life is, but rather

he must recognize that it is he who is asked.

Einar Benediktsson:

How destitute is a heart that misses nothing.

George Sand:

There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved.

Edith Piaf:

Don´t care what people say. Don´t give a damn about their laws.

Paulo Coehlo:

Happiness: there are a series of rules, and if you fail to follow them,

Your conscious mind will refuse to accept the idea that you´re happy.

Audrey Hepburn:

The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.

George Apollinaire:

Come to the edge, he said. They said: We are afraid. Come to the edge, he said.

They came. He pushed and they flew.

Notes from the Dead

Male,13:

I know what I am doing.

Female, 49:

And I shall be more silent and cold hearted than you are now.

Male, 74:

I married the wrong nag-nag-nag and I lost my life.

Female, 37:

To my father, Vincent M., the sum of one dollar.

Male, 52:

I feel I will not improve and can´t keep on causing you and the children so much misery.

Female, 31:

I must have been born to suffer.

Male, 40:

I am going to leave you forever because I am too sick to go on.

Female, 16:

I have wanted to go out with you and Dad but I was always to afraid to ask for I always felt the answer would be no.

Male, 45:

Cathy don´t go in the bedroom.

Female, 52:

I am so tired and lonely.

Male, 66 :

Dear World, I am leaving you because I am bored.

Female, 61:

One of the great ones is leaving this world when you want to and have nothing to live for.

Female, 59:

Try not to grieve.

Male, 53:

Ah! mon amie, je m´en vais enfin de ce monde, où il faut que le coeur se brise ou se bronze.

Female, 59:

And I shan´t recover this time. I begin to hear voices .

Male, 17:

Despair and depression, together they grow. Hope shall meet hopeless when there´s nowhere to go.

Wristcutter - A Love Story 2006

Running

There was a time where people were running away when they felt fear in a possible life threatening situation. Scientists call it instinct. In our world today life threatening situations almost extinguished. But humans wouldn´t be humans if they wouldn´t find a replacement to re-excite life and come up with new so called life threatening situations to run away from... It wouldn´t be fair to our ancestors to call it the same though. I am wondering what a scientist would call it...People truly run, sometimes even sprint, from a touch, from the nearness of another one, and from themselves. But who would admit it?

Fear used to be initiated by an external event and today more than ever we are carrying it deep inside of us.

Men run away and hide when they have issues with women or with themselves. Whatever their issues are made of, we as women will never know. As a woman, you can do whatever you want to seek after a man. But well trained they are and masters of the game. No calls, no responses, no text, no email. Disappear into thin air. It really takes a master to be able to vanish in times where you have endless possibilities to communicate. This is not the old fashioned hide and seek game, but the modern egoistic version called hide and nothing.

Ladies: let them be. If there is a will, there is a way. If a man decides to disappear, he will. And if he decides to be visible and real, he will. Until then we can only hope that one day we will bump into a real man who is able to see us. Because if he is able to see us, he will love us, and if he truly does, he would want us to see him too and love him too. A man who chooses romance over nonsense. Romance at least takes you somewhere, while nonsense makes you go in circles.

The world turned upside down: in moments of endless fear we used to run towards those we loved to either feel safe in their presence or to hold hands and run away together. Today we run away from those we love - and we run alone.

Iran

The tension between more than 70% of the Iranians who are under 30 years old and the so called "islamic" regime and its fanatic representatives raised over the past 30 years steadily but certainly. Those young people fought in loud silence for their rights. One could feel this tension and all I was waiting for was the last straw...No one expected this moment now. No one was prepared.

In several cities of Iran, the main streets are painted red with the blood of those innocents who were suffering since they were born - free spirits and their bodies the prisoners of an inhuman system.

Everyday students are beaten like dogs, shot and many died on the streets without any chance of surviving. Bodies disappear from the hospitals without even being identified by the staff. Parents are waiting at home, not knowing that they can wait forever. Cars are burning, people are crying, yelling, praying...And outside of Iran people are marching, asking for peace and for justice.

This regime is the one that caused the depression of more than 3 generations. Grandparents suffered, seeing their country being turned upside down to the worst. Parents were forced to leave a country that they loved. And thousands of children of the exile Iranians, the 3rd generation, do not know where they belong to anymore or where home is. They are foreigners in Iran and foreigners everywhere else leading to the confusion and partly loss of identity of a great culture. Those who didn´t left are bleeding today. Those who are outside are bleeding with them.

International phone calls made from Iran are not going through. Social networks on the internet were shut down several times. Even the international correspondants are repressed.

All I know is that this government won´t stop shooting. Stopping it, would mean to admit. Admitting would mean change. Change would mean a loss of power.

The people won´t stop marching and protesting, as with every single body that lost its life through the bloody hands of the government, peoples 30 year old anger turns to rage and their rage will lead to change.

Those young brave people, who are not afraid of loosing their lifes anymore, are the heroes of our generation and deserve international help and support.

Art

Art is a strong magnet with infinite faces - always new and unpredictable. An Artist is a creator on his own, making use of his ability to bring his thoughts to a thick essence of life that is universal - a channel inviting to a new path. And although Art can be born in any form, we can call it by only one name. Just like the word Love - there are no synonyms for Art. One word that embraces it all. One word that says it all.

Children of Art are desirable magnets: admired, envied, observed - a source of energy, brave sensibility and a source of world understanding in a wordless language that will remain for many unseen, ignored, invisible or avoided.

Artists shine by creating their own sun, regardless what the sun might mean to most of us. And like vampires who crave blood, others will run towards them, tanning in an Artist sun, not realizing that they are standing in the shade...

Rain

Sometimes when I walk in the heavy rain,
The only thing I can hold on to is my umbrella.