April 21, 2012
I have always been perhaps excessively proud of having been born in the Sunday of April 21, a day which was marked, throughout history by events I would adore to equal in the future by elevating myself to a status worth being recorded & celebrated. But, as the Brit journalist/novelist Alex Atkinson wittily quoted, ” no news is new news” and one should’ve expected my boasting with each and every coincidental connection I’m able to draw! So cheers for me in the first place!
Then let’s commemorate the other very important events worth mentioning least for broadening one’s general culture:
1. exactly 86 years ago my favorite current monarch, HRH charming Queen Elizabeth II, was brought into this petty world at her maternal grandfather’s London house: 17 Bruton Street, Mayfair. Frankly, I can’t imagine life today without hearing perpetually about the official/charitable/ aristocratic tasks of this amazing woman whose terribly fine taste and the amount of precious jewels exhibited just drive me crazy! Long live Ma’am and may you become the longest governing (surpassing old king Louis XIV) in a few years so I can tell my future grandson how I attended a historical event!
2. a less known thing for non-Latin countries, Titus Livius (or Livy to native English-speakers), responsible for strict records of Roman chronology and social commentaries, sated that Rome had been founded on 21 April, 753 BC, by the famous couple of twins, battling Romulus and Remus. And that’s good because I’m fascinated by their civilization!
3. young and still athletic Henry VIII (the very one highly popularized in the Tudors, whose six wives achieved legendary magnitude) was ascended the throne of England on the death of his courageous father, the first Tudor, Henry VII. Since then the faith of the English people was greatly changed…
4. and there remains Max Weber, the eccentric intelligence who created sociology as we know and use it today, putting the basis of political economy, social theory and research.
January 28, 2012
Near the Panthenon, in the ancient Agora where Socrates and Platon used to spread their wisdom, lies a small, beautiful marble temple called „the Hephaisteion”. It is said that its ruins are the best kept in the whole world – a symbol for the times Greece passed through, while history’s cast storms fell above centuries. I was there in the evening when I discovered this. And, as the sun breathed one’s last streak of light on my lids with a mild, friendly wind-whisper which brought the smell of olives to my nose, I couldn’t recall anything else but my own forgotten spirit. It was dusk; night was coming over.
I was the only person in the world who knew exactly what my eyes saw.
Unfortunately, no one tells us how important is to build a relationship with yourself, nor how much we mean to the soul our body bears because -let’s face it- every single nerve within our been screams out for the little annoying issue called “love”. We search, find, leave, call, want, dream, spy, hate “love”. But we’re always twisted in the end by her poisoned arrows! Why? Nice question. We are, after all, social animals in need of affection and under-standing -even more than it looks- so, I think that leads humankind in the place it is now. At least that’s what I believed. Can’t this labyrinth hide something else, a secret meant to guide us through darkness and oblivion just for showing man that inside lies his greatest discovery and the only key which matches at the gates of Shamballa?!
I went there to vow myself “until death will set us apart” and show how much respect I have for me. I went there to scream a silent “I love life” when watching over a very old city. I went there to prove myself that I had learned the lesson and I finally can stay in harmony as a soul, spirit and body. There’s no more you can hunt than being connected with your inner channels…
Stay whole, rise firm and do not ever -under any circumstances- throw away the appreciation within.
Now I tell this to everybody willing to listen: believe- before giving love we have to sense it flowing in our veins.