April the 30th - Save The Frogs International Day [Algoritmos Genéticos - 3D #130]

Un día internacional para crear conciencia sobre el grupo de animales más amenazado del planeta. Por favor, difundir: Por qué las ranas (Trad. Autom.)

[ An international day to raise awareness about the most threatened group of animals on earth. Please spread the word: Why Frogs ]

"No es fácil ser verde" ("It's Not Easy Bein' Green")

La Rana Gustavo - La Rana René - Kermit The Frog.

Punch bowl

Automated Post:

Merry Christmas!!!
Fill up the punch bowl, drink up and celebrate. And if you have no punch bowl, fill up your heart, drink up from it, and celebrate with it!
That's the wish from your closest frog.
Cheers.

[...]

This ancient silver bowl of mine, it tells of good old times,
Of joyous days and jolly nights, and merry Christmas times;
They were a free and jovial race, but honest, brave, and true,
Who dipped their ladle in the punch when this old bowl was new.

[...]

Oliver Wendell Holmes, "On lending a punch-bowl".

Human Rights Day

Waves of rippling colours for this Human Rights Day 2009.

I have been thinking of the difference between water
and the waves on it. Rising,
water's still water, falling back,
it is water, will you give me a hint
how to tell them apart?

Because someone has made up the word
"wave," do I have to distinguish it
from water?

There is a Secret One inside us;
the planets in all the galaxies
pass through his hands like beads.

That is a string of beads one should look at with luminous eyes.

Kabir (written in 1440).

Mandala #20 (A great day for Freedom)

To the sweet memory I have of the day when the wall in Berlin came down. Twenty years from today. What a day.
Play the song and rejoice in the memory, before thinking we have some other ones to take care of, as in Israel and the mexican border.

On the day the wall came down
They threw the locks onto the ground
And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived
On the day the wall came down
The Ship of Fools had finally ran aground
Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight

I dreamed you had left my side
No warmth, not even pride remained
And even though you needed me
It was clear that I could not do a thing for you

Now life devalues day by day
As friends and neighbors turn away
And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone
Now frontiers shift like desert sands
While nations wash their bloodied hands
Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey

I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitter residues slipped away... slipped away

Pink Floyd, "A great day for Freedom".

Happy birthday, Anita López!

Happy birthday, Miss Anita López! There's a message from the organization for you one click away.

International day of peace 2009

An image by me and a song by The Innocence Mission, to say goodbye to the cold winter, and to welcome the springtime in Argentina, and the International Day of Peace. May peace bloom and prevail on earth.

Sweep down early, Tomorrow, come.
Ring out. Tell me you have arrived.
I will kiss all the faces of my beloved ones.
I will meet the morning.
Sweep down early, my friend.

Flower forth, all you branches of Easter.
Why won't the spring come?
Sweep down early, Tomorrow, come.
Tell me that I can just start over again.
Sweep down early, my friend.

And we will go somewhere now.
And it feels like we can go
in the morning. When the morning comes.

The Innocence Mission, "Sweep down early". Play the song with this widget:

3108 day (or Blog Day 2009)

Just a blazing fast post to commemorate Blog Day. No notification to the bloggers, no description of the blogs, no tag of the site, just my favourite expression: "No time!"

My reading recommendations to everyone who likes to read extremely good material:

Katie Bowen

Russ Loar

Trèe George

Tai Moses

Christina Wells

All of them deep and lovely.

...plus: a couple of colours (Abstract #106). Good night.

Bloggiversary / Abstract Nº82

Today the blog is two years old. They've been only two years of mostly enjoyed times of blogging, and some few ones not enjoyed. A lot of study and work had happened lately, and during this time off I've seen how I miss coming back to post something simple. I'm going through inner changes regarding my blogs, in fact, most of that study that I named is happening due to my impulse of improving the quality of the material posted. No time during the day seems to be time enough for anything. During the course of this two years, the blog has been tied to the course of my personal concerns and changes, even though it doesn't shows that up.
I don't like to speak about me here, whenever I do, I feel that I'm writing something boring.
I like this abstract, it's colourful and represents my joy of posting here, and other general joys.

What man may learn, what man may do,
Of right or wrong of false or true,
While, skipper-like, his course he steers
Through nine and twenty mingled years,
Half misconceived and half forgot,
So much I know and practise not.

Old are the words of wisdom, old
The counsels of the wise and bold:
To close the ears, to check the tongue,
To keep the pining spirit young;
To act the right, to say the true,
And to be kind whate'er you do.

Thus we across the modern stage
Follow the wise of every age;
And, as oaks grow and rivers run
Unchanged in the unchanging sun,
So the eternal march of man
Goes forth on an eternal plan.

Robert Louis Stevenson, poem named after the first line.

Happy Froggentine's Day

A plant with seven heart-shaped leaves, or sort of a flower for luck; whatever it is, it bloomed for Froggentine's Day. You need the luck of the frog.
Yeap, the poem is intended.

O Hymen! O hymenee!
Why do you tantalize me thus?
O why sting me for a swift moment only?
Why can you not continue? O why do you now cease?
Is it because, if you continued beyond the swift moment, you would
soon certainly kill me?

Walt Whitman, "Leaves of grass", Book IV.