Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to all other countries because you were born in it. George Bernard Shaw
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Death. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

The Rocky Horror Election Show

On July 23 Kyrgyz people have been called to poll station to decide who's going to be their President for next 5 years.

Against all expectations, Presidential Apparatus played a fair and transparent game.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

For all who




















For all who suffered, and are no more
For all who cried, and still do so
For all who used to sleep under a sky of bricks
For all who are waiting now under a blanket of stars

Thou, my prayer, fly sky high
Over their heads, above their hopes

Protect them from angry sun and sharp hail
From dirty snow and steel rain

Thou, my prayer, fly over pain and tears
where men and earth sob at once

Monday, April 6, 2009

Thinking about my shaken land

Tonight, a powerful quake (magnitude 6.3 Richter, 8-9 Mercalli) hit the center of Italy, not far from Rome. Abruzzi region and L'Aquila city in particular, that was mainly interested by the earthquake are now counting his losses both in terms of human life and artistic/historical patronage.

Up to this moment 40 people died (at least 5 of them were children) and 40 are missing.

A civil protection official told the BBC that 3,000 to 10,000 buildings may have been damaged only in L'Aquila, a medieval city founded in the 13th Century and rich of Baroque and Renaissance buildings. Italian journalist Paulo Pacitti told that the city centre had been hard hit.

Apparently not only civil buildings were damaged, but some churches, chapels and historical buildings collapsed as well. A legacy of the past of immeasurable value got lost in few seconds.

At the same time, many other small towns in the area are completely burned to the ground. Their buildings, much older and less subject to static measurements more common in bigger cities.

From time to time, I am giving a glance to the dozen of yellow daffodils I bought this morning on my way to the office from an old lady sitting on the wayside.

Today, I cannot avoid thinking yellow is the color of danger.