Today, they say, it’s the Internet’s 35th anniversary, congratulations for this achievement.
It is also a very specialy person’s birthday, my brother Cedric.
Cedric is a person who does not just watch life passing by, he grabs it and lives it! A true brother in arms, a professional model with a very rich soul, who believes and shares with us messages like this one:
Se quanta que en el siglo pasado, un turista fue a Egipto con la finalidad de vistar a un famoso sabio.
El turista se sorprendo al ver que el sabio vivia en un cuartito muy simple, limpio y lleno de libros.
Las unicas piezas de mobiliarios eran una cama, una mesa y un banco.
“Donde estan sus muebles?” – pergunto el turista.
Y el sabio rapidamente tambien perguntou: “Y donde estan los suyos?”
“Los mios?” – se sorprendio el turista – “pero si yo estoy aqui solamente de paso!”
“Yo tambien…!” – comcluyo el sabio.
“La vida en la tierra es solamente temporal”
"Sin embargo, algunos viven como si fueran a quedarse aqui eternamente y se olividan de ser felicies.
El valor de las cosas no esta en el tiempo que duran, sino en la intensidad con que suceden.
Por eso existen momentos inolvidables, cosas inexplicables y personas incomparables!”
Cedric, una persona incomparable!
I wish you a very happy birthday with everything you wish for!
It was only 10 years ago when I first arrived in Hong Kong and was delighted to see rickshaws parked in front of the Star Ferry Pier, in Central district, with their drivers sitting on them, waiting for their clients.
The profile of these rickshaw drivers were old Chinese men with gig golden smiles, dressed in traditional fisherman’s black suits. They could not speak English but they had their techniques in fishing in tourist into their rickshaws.
An excellent book by Tiziano Terzani that takes you into a trip around a spiritual dimension of South-East Asia!
Francesca sits on the front porch with some iced tea, trying to cool herself off. It is a scorcher. She is barefoot, her blouse hanging out of her jeans, her hair fastened up by a tortoise shell comb.
"-- going over and over in my mind every detail, every moment of our time together and I ask myself, "What happened to me in Madison County?" I struggle to put it together in a way that allows me to continue knowing we're on separate roads. But then I look through the lens of my camera, and you're there. I start to write an article and I find myself writing it to you. It's clear to me now we have been moving towards each other, towards those four days, all our lives -–"
