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Steampunk Watch   ( For Rainmeter ) by adni18


Black Rolex  ( For Rainmeter ) by adni18

Elegant Watch  ( For Rainmeter ) by adni18

WEATHER NOW  ( For Rainmeter ) by adni18

Date-time-weather by adni18

7 DAYS WEATHER for RAINMETER by adni18

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Windows Zero by adni18

Albeedo 0.9 WindowBlinds Theme by adni18

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Analog Clock A-1 by adni18

Metamorfosis by adni18

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I know that people never learn anything by being told, they have to find out for themselves.
In these days of World economical and identity crisis, we need changes, the only way is to change our selves:  the world is such because we are such!

The highest level that human intelligence has dared to reach :

-Our thoughts creating our destiny!
-Energy always follows the thoughts.
-Vision and reality are one!
-Follow your dreams, dream a lot!
-Our dreams creating our reality!
-Everything is possible as long you really want it to happen.

-As Paolo Coelho said in "The Alchemist":
"When you really want something to happen, the whole universe conspires so that your wish comes true".

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While money is important, it is not a true measure of success.

Money never made a man happy, nor will it.

Money can never buy true love, happiness nor peace of mind.

Happiness lies in the joy of achievement and the thrill of creative effort.

Franklin D. Roosevelt
President of U.S.

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The Prophet

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The Prophet

A woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."

And he said:

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you, but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love, but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies, but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.



From "The Prophet" 1923 by Kahlil Gibran*


*Kahlil Gibran was a Lebanese American artist, poet, writer and most of all a great philosopher.
Is the third best-selling poet of all time, behind Shakespeare and Lao Tse!

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The Puppet

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During the summer of 1999 Gabriel Garcia Marquez, winner of the 1982 Nobel Prize for Literature and author of such classics as "One Hundred Years of Solitude", was treated for lymphatic cancer. In the wake of that, there were persistent rumors about his failing health. On May 29, 2000 these rumors appeared to be confirmed when a poem that was signed with his name appeared in the Peruvian daily La Republica. The poem was titled "La Marioneta" or "The Puppet," and it was reportedly a farewell poem:  


La Marioneta

If for a moment God would forget that I am a rag doll and give me a scrap of life, possibly I would not say everything that I think, but I would definitely think everything that I say.

I would value things not for how much they are worth but rather for what they mean.

I would sleep little, dream more. I know that for each minute that we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.

I would walk when the others loiter; I would awaken when the others sleep.

I would listen when the others speak, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream.

If God would bestow on me a scrap of life, I would dress simply, I would throw myself flat under the sun, exposing not only my body but also my soul.

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hatred on ice and wait for the sun to come out. With a dream of Van Gogh I would paint on the stars a poem by Benedetti, and a song by Serrat would be my serenade to the moon.

With my tears I would water the roses, to feel the pain of their thorns and the incarnated kiss of their petals...My God, if I only had a scrap of life...

I wouldn't let a single day go by without saying to people I love, that I love them.

I would convince each woman or man that they are my favourites and I would live in love with love.

I would prove to the men how mistaken they are in thinking that they no longer fall in love when they grow old--not knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love. To a child I would give wings, but I would let him learn how to fly by himself. To the old I would teach that death comes not with old age but with forgetting. I have learned so much from you men....

I have learned that everybody wants to live at the top of the mountain without realizing that true happiness lies in the way we climb the slope.

I have learned that when a newborn first squeezes his father's finger in his tiny fist, he has caught him forever.

I have learned that a man only has the right to look down on another man when it is to help him to stand up. I have learned so many things from you, but in the end most of it will be no use because when they put me inside that suitcase, unfortunately I will be dying.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez's Final Farewell

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Our thoughts creating our destiny by adni18, journal

Money vs Happiness by adni18, journal

The Prophet by adni18, journal

The Puppet by adni18, journal