Saturday, November 29, 2008

Kur te jesh merzitur shume



KUR TE JESH MERZITUR SHUME

Ketu s' do te jem, do jem larguar;
Ne toke i tretur si te tjeret,
Ne kafenene e preferuar
Nuk do me shohin kamarieret.

Dhe neper udhet ku kam ecur,
S'do ndihet kolla ime e thate,
Mbi varrin tim do te rrije i heshtur
Nje qipariz si murg i ngrate.

Ti do trishtohesh atehere,
Se s'do me kesh ne dhome gjalle,
Dhe, kur ne xham te fryje ere,
Do qash me eren dalengadale.

Po kur te jesh merzitur shume.
Ne raft te librave kerkome,
Atje do te jem i fshehur une,
Ne ndonje fjale a ndonje shkronje

Mjafton qe librin pak ta heqesh
Dhe une do zbres, do vij pas teje;
Ti si dikur me mall do qeshesh,
Si nje blerim pas nje rrekeje.


Friday, November 28, 2008

Monday, November 24, 2008

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Be Happy!


ATTITUDE
by: Charles Swindoll

The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.

Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home.

The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude... I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it.

And so it is with you... we are in charge of our attitudes.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

    The Sonnets to Orpheus: XIII


    Be ahead of all parting, as though it already were
    behind you, like the winter that has just gone by.
    For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter
    that only by wintering through it all will your heart survive.

    Be forever dead in Eurydice-more gladly arise
    into the seamless life proclaimed in your song.
    Here, in the realm of decline, among momentary days,
    be the crystal cup that shattered even as it rang.

    Be-and yet know the great void where all things begin,
    the infinite source of your own most intense vibration,
    so that, this once, you may give it your perfect assent.

    To all that is used-up, and to all the muffled and dumb
    creatures in the world's full reserve, the unsayable sums,
    joyfully add yourself, and cancel the count.


    Translated by Stephen Mitchell
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