"Who comes with Summer to this earth
And owes to June her day of birth,
With ring of Agate on her hand,
Can health, wealth, and long life command."
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Οδός Ηρακλειδών, Θησείο
Ο δρόμος που γεννήθηκα και έζησα τα παιδικά μου χρόνια
Διαβάστε περισσότερα στην ιστοσελίδα του Μουσείου Ηρακλειδών
Διαβάστε περισσότερα στην ιστοσελίδα του Μουσείου Ηρακλειδών
Friday, June 20, 2008
On Children
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Kahlil Gibran
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Kahlil Gibran
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Firefox Download Day
Κατεβάστε σήμερα τη νέα έκδοση 3 του firefox, για να δημιουργήσουμε ένα ρεκόρ Γκίνες, για το μεγαλύτερο αριθμό κατεβάσματος αρχείου σε μία ημέρα. Ο firefox είναι αναμφισβήτητα ο καλύτερος φυλλομετρητής ιστοσελίδων!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Σκέψεις
Μερικές φορές ερχόμαστε τόσο κοντά που νοιώθω ότι διαβάζεις τις σκέψεις μου
και εγώ σκέφτομαι με το δικό σου μυαλό....
και μερικές φορές είμαστε τόσο μακριά σαν να μην γνωριζόμαστε καν..
και εγώ σκέφτομαι με το δικό σου μυαλό....
και μερικές φορές είμαστε τόσο μακριά σαν να μην γνωριζόμαστε καν..
Monday, June 9, 2008
Καλοκαιρινή Βροχή
How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!
How it clatters along the roofs,
Like the tramp of hoofs
How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the overflowing spout!
Across the window-pane
It pours and pours;
And swift and wide,
With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain!
Απόσπασμα από το ποίημα του Henry Wadsworth Longfellow "Rain in Summer"
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!
How it clatters along the roofs,
Like the tramp of hoofs
How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the overflowing spout!
Across the window-pane
It pours and pours;
And swift and wide,
With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain!
Απόσπασμα από το ποίημα του Henry Wadsworth Longfellow "Rain in Summer"
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Monday, June 2, 2008
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Καλό μήνα
"Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine
The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights
And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine,
The foliage of the valleys and the heights.
Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights;
The mower's scythe makes music to my ear;
I am the mother of all dear delights;
I am the fairest daughter of the year."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights
And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine,
The foliage of the valleys and the heights.
Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights;
The mower's scythe makes music to my ear;
I am the mother of all dear delights;
I am the fairest daughter of the year."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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