Love is patient, love is kind

Emote my friend emote he said «Οταν ο φίλος του παντρεύτηκε, εκείνος έκλαιγε τραγουδώντας γαμήλια τραγούδια», Collective knowledge, collective tears of joy, collective tears, fertile tears, for what we call love, but rarely we know its taste, tears…as the drops of rain, she blew her tears into balloons so he could play Γάμος - φωτιά - φίλος - τραγούδι - ήταν - θα είναι - θα είναι - θα είναι. Ξαφνικά, σαν να δόθηκε διαταγή, περιστροφή του σώματος και μάλιστα της καρέκλας: ονειροπόλησα και δεν πρόσεξα τα γόνατά μου. Τα χέρια ήξεραν τι να κάνουν, τα πόδια το είχαν ξεχάσει και να,
Dance dance around and around like a prayer in trance dance Πήγαινέ με εκεί! Πού - εκεί; - Γελούν: πάνω από τα δάκρυα που δεν είχαν ακόμη στεγνώσει
then I find a piece of paper I borrow images and then words from a religious text many have forgotten Είμαι η σελίδα για την πένα σου.Ολα θα τα δεχτώ: είμαι μια λευκή σελίδα.Είμαι ο καλός σου φύλακας∙Θα στα επιστρέψω όλα και με το παραπάνω. Είσαι η αχτίδα κι η υγρασία της βροχής,You asked me why I returned home to my country.. This was ages ago It was one day I said…
Τι ώρα είναι; Πώς; Ωχ, έπρεπε να ήμουν σπίτι πριν από έναν χρόνο!And then this trip back to the sun the things I know I treasure lesser things for some life’s treasures for me.Then i shaved my head as if I wanted to experience the whole country on my skin.You belong here he said You belong to this country That was it He left and then I let my hair grow again ακολουθει η επιστολη Αποστολου Παυλου προς Κορινθιους κεφαλαιο 13 και ενας πινακας οπως ειδε ο ζωγραφος τη διαδικασια της συγγραφης..στις φωτογραφιες ο φιλος του αδελφου μου ο Χαρυ απο την Ινδια more fotos http://www.flickr.com/photos/harisundaram/ http://www.flickr.com/photos/alex_bak/If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.