tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60791675063670113212011-11-27T17:37:53.643-08:00I will live as a writer who keeps alive the music of the language, holds head and heart together in the words, and writes in hope and passion that one person will be better because he or she reads what I wrote. ........................................................ ........................................................robielizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854781413491965956noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079167506367011321.post-84220740425449650532009-05-18T03:21:00.000-07:002009-05-18T03:23:18.204-07:00<a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/60284984/1/405119861"><img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/94/60284984/1_405119861l.jpg" border="0"/></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6079167506367011321-8422074042544965053?l=robieliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robielizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854781413491965956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079167506367011321.post-10969637484211628422009-05-18T03:18:00.000-07:002009-05-18T03:20:59.953-07:00http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/94/60284984/1_405119861l.jpg<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6079167506367011321-1096963748421162842?l=robieliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robielizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854781413491965956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079167506367011321.post-69930786547797932602009-05-18T03:03:00.000-07:002009-05-18T03:07:01.039-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/94/60284984/1_445143416l.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/48/94/60284984/1_445143416l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6079167506367011321-6993078654779793260?l=robieliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robielizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854781413491965956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079167506367011321.post-27951587183452594862009-05-18T02:15:00.000-07:002009-05-18T02:31:06.347-07:00<p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Three passions have governed my life:<br />The longings for love, the search for knowledge,<br />And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind].<br /></p><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Love brings ecstasy and relieves loneliness.<br />In the union of love I have seen<br />In a mystic miniature the prefiguring vision<br />Of the heavens that saints and poets have imagined.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">With equal passion I have sought knowledge.<br />I have wished to understand the hearts of [people].<br />I have wished to know why the stars shine.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Love and knowledge led upwards to the heavens,<br />But always pity brought me back to earth;<br />Cries of pain reverberated in my heart<br />Of children in famine, of victims tortured<br />And of old people left helpless.<br />I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot,<br />And I too suffer.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">This has been my life; I found it worth living.<br /></p><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"><i>adapted<br /><br /><br /><br />robieliza payumo...<br /><br /><br /><br />love q0 t0h..<br /><br /><br /><br /></i>When I say I love Eastland, it sounds preposterous -- a man who brutalizes people. But <i>you</i> love him or you wouldn't be here. You're going to Mississippi to create social change -- and you love Eastland in your desire to create conditions which will redeem his children. Loving your enemy is manifest in putting your arms not around the man but around the social situation, to take power from those who misuse it -- at which point they can become human too....<br /><br /><br />love spel....<br /></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6079167506367011321-2795158718345259486?l=robieliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>robielizahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15854781413491965956noreply@blogger.com0