weird! have you ever thought about the journey of the sun? You know what is weirder? that everyday we witness a miracle, and yet never pay any attention to it. Everyday we witness the birth and death of hope, and yet we do not care. What a foolish race we are!! How have we become so indulged in our hidious and insignificant lives to the extent that we do not notice such a graet thing around us?! I mean that everyday millions and millions wake up in the morning and hope for a miracle to happen; they pray for something to add some meaning to their trivil and unworthy lives, but the day ends and the night falls and still there is no miracle, as they would think. they think that their wish has not been answered, yet, they never lose hope. They go to sleep and wake up the next morning with the same wish for a miracle to happen. Some peple never give up and die with the wish of a miracle. others, on the other hand, just give up and stop believing in miracles anymore. i find this sad.if only tose people took one moment , just one sole, tiny, meaningless moment to take just one deep and careful look around them, they would find their graetest wish is granted. They will find it in the birth of every new sun. They will find it in the death of every old sun. They waste this chance for a lifetime while all what it takes is just one careful look at one short moment. No, I confess. It is not that simple. To do this you need what most people of today lake. It needs faith, insightand most of all it needs time, even if this time is only one moment. Actually, to be honest, this is the main and real reason. A minute in these timesis too precious to waste. People cannot afford to lose a minute for someething....what is the word... unworthy, like witnessing the sunrise or the sunset, they would say. They do not know that the whole meaning of their existance may depend on this moment that they refuse to give because they are too arrogant to think that the meaning of their whole lives can depend on one minute. Am I out of context here? Maybe, but they are all journes.


last words
the journey has not ended yet and this is only the begining.

Wierd! have you ever got the stressing feeling that you want to say or do something but when the time is rightyou just can't? Well, this has happened to me today. I was watching the Mediterranean while the sun was going to its final destination. I had a lot of emotions. I remembered how silence can be the most expressive thing at all. I enjoyed the feeling of closing my eyes and listen really hard and hear.......nothing actually; i could hear nothing. it was as if the whole universe stood still. it was liek as if everything was contributing in a silent worship. it was more like a prayer that came from the deepest point of someone's heart. It was a moment of unquestionable faith, a complete faith and nothing else.
I have never felt this safe, maybe not through my whole life. I could never think that I caould enjoy silence this much. I even stopped breathing, afraid to disturb this magnificentand unbelievable moment. I wished to stop my heart from beating even if this ment to die; actually maybe this would be great, if i could do it. I mean, what is more great than to die during a complete moment of silence? I wished for it by my whole existance but my wish was not granted, God knows why!!!!!!!! Anyway, during this moment all kinds of ideas came to me. I thought about all different kinds of journeys: the journey of the sun, a journey of an ant, a journey of a child and reached one conclusionin each and every journeythat every journey must have an end, it is sad i know but what can i say? I am a sad personor maybe a sad girlfacing a moment of truth or ......... a moment of silence!!!!!!!!

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a fasion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
it is in the reach of my arms
the span of my hips,
the stride of my step.
I am a woman
Phenomenally
Phenominal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
just as cool as you please,
and to a man,
the fellows stand or
fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
a hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
and the flash of my teeth,
the swing in my waist,
and the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
phenomenally
phenomenal woman
that's me.

Men themselves have wondered
what they see in me.
They try so much
but they can't touch
my inner mystery.
When I try to show them
they say they still can't see
I say,
It's the arch of my back,
the sun of my smile,
the ride of my breasts
the grace of my style.
I'm a woman
phenomenally
phenomenal woman
That's me.

NOw you understand
just why my head is not bowed
I do not shout or jump about
or have to talk real loud
when you see me passing
it ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels
the bend of my hair
the palm of my hand
the need of my care
'cause i'm a woman
phenomenally
phenomenalwoman,
That's me.

hey guys just wanna point out that this last poem"EQUALITY" is by the american african american renaissance woman poet MAYA ANGELOU.

You declare you see me dimly
thruogh a glass which will not shine,
Though I stand before you boldly,
trim in rank and making time.
You do own to hear me faintly,
As a whisper out of range,
while my drums beat out the message
and the rhythems never change
Equality, and i'll be free
Equality, and i'll be free

You announce my ways are wanton,
that I fly from man to man,
but if i'm just a shadow to you,
could you ever understand?
We have lived a painful history,
We know the shamful past,
but I keep on marching forward,
and you keep on coming last.
Equality and i'll be free
Equality and i'll be free

Take the blinders from your vision
take the padding from your ears
and confess you've heard me crying
and admit you've seen my tears.
hear the tempo so compelling
hear the blood throb through my veins.
Yes, my drums arebeating nightly,
and the rhythems never change
Equality, and i'll be free
Equality, and I'll be free.