tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69279083144328013392011-09-29T01:45:51.852+03:00over and over againGeorge Darasseliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17882173935180053974noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927908314432801339.post-21150560587223444242010-12-31T22:54:00.000+02:002010-12-31T23:06:20.757+02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cs4285.vkontakte.ru/u1213633/5133916/x_17eea539.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 413px;" src="http://cs4285.vkontakte.ru/u1213633/5133916/x_17eea539.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />Уважаемые коллеги и друзья,<br /><br />Выше - фото, которое я сделал в 2009 году, когда гулял со своей сестрой.<br /><br />В 2010-м я не брал камеру в руки, и очень жалею об этом.<br /><br />Я желаю вам в 2011-м делать действительно важные для вас вещи. <br /><br />Помнить, верить в них - и в себя.<br /><br /><br />Искренне ваш,<br />Георгий<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6927908314432801339-2115056058722344424?l=georged-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>George Darasseliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17882173935180053974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927908314432801339.post-58837691883248119302010-12-31T11:57:00.000+02:002010-12-31T12:35:25.920+02:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6927908314432801339-5883769188324811930?l=georged-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>George Darasseliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17882173935180053974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927908314432801339.post-45751908146930838402009-09-18T16:03:00.000+03:002010-12-31T12:30:05.561+02:00<div align="center"><em>"Whatever you give away is yours,</em></div><div align="center"><em>Everything else is lost"</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>-Shota Rustaveli,<br />Georgian medieval poet.</em></div><br />I think, these words are enough to make anyone wise (if words can, at all).<br /><br />Everything you have or do is indeed but a chance to help others, to give something away. Keeping things until you either loose them or die yourself is senseless.<br /><br />Sorry for the poor translation. Some poets are worth learning the language.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6927908314432801339-4575190814693083840?l=georged-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>George Darasseliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17882173935180053974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927908314432801339.post-52769685493631827882008-06-18T10:58:00.000+03:002010-12-31T12:30:29.885+02:00Don't wish yourself to be happy. Wish only others to be happy.<br />The rest is supposed to happen all by itself, unless you're being selfish.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6927908314432801339-5276968549363182788?l=georged-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Georgenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927908314432801339.post-56481980448467937452008-05-07T12:36:00.000+03:002010-12-31T12:30:51.606+02:00<div align="justify">"Just as a samurai accepts his death as an inavitability and thus finds courage to fight alone against any army, if needed for the sake of his own dignity, I wish I could accept all the worries and troubles I see coming my way so that no dougbht could ruin my will to challenge myself while I'm on my quest for any dream, be it love or musicianship, or anything else."<br /><br />Huh<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6927908314432801339-5648198044846793745?l=georged-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Georgenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927908314432801339.post-78508305514811862042008-04-09T11:46:00.000+03:002010-05-17T16:12:25.642+03:00"A happy life", or "a life full of happiness", is not a gift we recieve despite or as a reward for hours of dull/hard/unimportant things we "are forced" to do.<br /><br />A happy life is a gift we grant to ourself through doing all the things we have in our life the best way we can.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6927908314432801339-7850830551481186204?l=georged-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Georgenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6927908314432801339.post-28766342250263177892008-03-27T19:38:00.000+02:002010-12-31T11:57:44.951+02:00<div align="center">"...I'm still amused...</div><div align="center">...I've got more damage to do on myself..."</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><em>Aeon Spoke, "Nothing"</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6927908314432801339-2876634225026317789?l=georged-again.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Georgenoreply@blogger.com0