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W. SHAKESPEARE SONNET 18

Summer brings me to read Moreover, I think this is one of the sweetest, most romantic sonnets that I have ever read .....

I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the
darling buds of May, And summer has
life too short
sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines And often is his face
gold darkens
And every fair from beauty sometimes comes off, bare
By chance or nature's changing course.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of
nice that you have;
neither death brag thou wander in his shade, because
to time thou eternity
long as men can breathe or eyes can see
these lines will give you light and life.

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SE ....... letter to his son

And 'one of my favorite poems ........

SE ...


If you can keep your head when all about you
forgiveness and you make a fault;
If you can trust yourself when all
doubt it, but also to take account of the doubt;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied
about, do not deal in lies, Or being hated
, do not give way to hating, And yet
do not look too good, nor talk too wise
If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim, If you can
to meet with Triumph and Disaster And
treat those two impostors just the same way;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to
fools
Or watch the things you gave your life, broken, And stoop and build
with worn-out tools
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on
one turn heads and tails,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word
about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your
long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says
them: "Hold on!".
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk
with Kings nor lose the common touch with the people,
If it can not hurt you or the enemy's closest friend,
If all men count with you , but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
valuing every minute that passes,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son ! Rudyard Kipling

Flying With A Stomach Flu

THE TWO DROPS OF OIL-PAULO COELHO

; ; The two drops of oil


A merchant sent his son to learn the Secret of Happiness from the wisest of all men. The boy walked for forty days in the desert until he reached a beautiful castle atop a mountain. There lived the sage that the boy was looking for.
instead of finding a saintly man, though, our hero entered a room and saw a flurry of activity: merchants coming and going, people chatting in the corners, a small orchestra playing sweet melodies, and then c 'was a table laden with the most delectable dishes of that region of the world.
The wise man talked to everybody, and the boy had wait two hours until it was his turn to be received.
With great patience, he listened attentively to the reason for the visit of the boy, but said that at that time had no time to explain the Secret of Happiness.
He suggested a walk in his palace and come back in two hours.
- However, I would like to ask you a favor - he added, handing the boy a teaspoon, in which he poured two drops of oil. - As you walk, carry this spoon without spilling the oil.
The boy began to ascend and descend the stairs of the palace, keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. He spent the two hours he returned to the sage.
- So - asked the sage - did you see the Persian tapestries that are in my dining room? Did you see the garden that the Master of Gardeners took ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?
The boy, ashamed, confessed that he had seen nothing. His only concern was not to spill the drops of oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.
- Then go back and see the wonders of my world - said the wise man. - You can not trust a man if he does not know his house.
Now more at ease, the young man took the spoon and strolled again through the palace, this time paying attention to all the works of art hanging from the ceiling and walls. He saw the gardens, the surrounding mountains, the delicacy of flowers, the taste with which each work of art was placed to the right place. Returning to the sage, he reported in detail everything he saw.
- But where are the two drops of oil I entrusted to you? - Asked the sage. Looking
the spoon, the young man realized that he had spilled.
- Well, this is the only advice I have to give - said the sage of sages. - The secret of happiness lies in looking at all the wonders of the world and never forgetting the two drops of oil in the spoon.

Paulo Coelho, from "The Alchemist"