Freedom of speech

Before leaving, I wanted to share this poem with you. We read it in Contemporary Lit. I, and I pinned to my bedroom door years ago, to remember every day. We have to stop them from robbing us of our voice and our freedom!

Do whatever is in your power to stop SOPA/PIPA, even if you don’t live in the US.

“The first night
They approach
And pick a flower from our garden
And we don’t say anything.
The second night,
No longer hiding, they
Stomp on the flowers, kill our dog,
And we don’t say anything.
Until one day
The weakest of them
Enters our house alone
Robs us of light, and,
Knowing our fear,
Robs us of the voice of our throats.
And because we said nothing,
We no longer can say anything.”

– Russian poet Vladimir Mayakovsky (1893-1930).

I’ll try to find a WiFi connection somewhere, but if I can’t, I’ll see you when I come back!

Seagulls playing in the wind

Contemplation

Beautiful survival

It’s the middle of autumn, and look at my crocuses. I feel like crying every time I look them, the only things brave enough to be sprouting when everything else is going to sleep.

Also, I’m writing like a maniac. I’m glad so many of you said you were looking forward to reading my poems, because I’m loving this kind of posts. I hope you like the shots and the words!

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