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“One Hundred Years of Solitude” by Gabriel Garcia Marquez,  is a great novel. It won noble prize in literature. It's a sociocultural yet fiction novel full of characters and episodes.

I believe Marquez has tried to simplify our huge society and all its complicated relationships, into a simple small society in order to be able to see where troubles begin and in order to make the analysis in a smaller sample. It's a great job.

It's about a group of villagers who migrate to a remote productive piece of land to make a small town for themselves. They do this, and they call that place Macondo. At first people in Macondo are living happily away from religion, politics, problems, difficulties, crimes, and even technology.... The only links between them and the outer world are the gipsies. They are very happy together; there are small problems but so trifling. For a long while they don't even have a cemetery because no one dies (as I mentioned before it's a fiction).

But little by little things change. First a priest found their village, built a chapel and stayed there... and some discrepancy among people started... then a governor found about about them and built an embassy there to call them part of his land. Then political disputes began... people departed into liberals and conservatives... the flames of war ignited while their village was proud to be the homeland of the war's biggest Colonel... years later their village joined the railroad lines and many people from neighboring lands came to live there... criminals, dirty politicians, whores and no longer their village was that heavenly place...

Here I live you with the rest of the novel...

 

نوشته شده در جمعه هجدهم شهریور 1390ساعت 11:17 توسط رویا هاشمی |

First of all, how I wish you love

and while loving, also be loved

and then, if it’s not like this,

be brief in forgetting

And after you’ve forgotten,

don’t keep anything

 

I wish then that it wasn’t like this

but if it is,

you could be a person

without desperation

 

I wish also that you have friends

Even bad and inconsequence ones,

They should be strong

and loyal to you.

and at least you have one

in whom you could trust

without doubting

 

I wish you have enemies.

Not many or not too little

Just in the right number.

so that you will have to question

Your own certainties,

and truths as well

 

I wish you were useful

But not irreplaceable

And in your bad moments,

When you don’t have anything else

This usefulness is enough

To keep you standing

So equally,

 

I wish you to be tolerant

Not with those that make little mistakes

Because that is easy,

But with those that make a lot of mistakes

For this will be of no remedy.

And make good use of this tolerance,

To set example for others.

 

I wish that being young,

You don’t mature too quickly

And once you’re mature,

Don’t insist in getting younger.

And when you’re old,

Don’t make despair

Because each age

Has its pain and pleasure.

And these are necessary

To have them influence amongst us.

By the way

 

I wish that you were sad

At least once a day

And in this day, I want you to discover

That to love everyday is good,

To laugh often is boring

And to laugh constantly is an illness.

 

I wish that you discover

With a maximum urgency

That above and inspite of everything,

There are people around you

Who are depressed,

Unhappy and are treated unjustly.


I wish that you caress a cat,

You feed a bird

And listen to its chirp as well,

As it sings triumphantly

Its early morning song.

Because in this way,

You will feel good for nothing.

 

And then I wish you

sowing a seed

Even if it is very little.

And you have to accompany it

In its growth.

So you will discover

How many lives a tree is made of.

 

I wish as well that you have money

Because it is needed to be practical.

And at least once a year,

Put some of these money infront of you

And say “This is mine only”:

So it is very clear

Who owns who.


Also,

I wish the demise

of any of your love ones,

And if some of them die,

You could cry without lament

And without feeling guilty.

 

Finally,

I wish for you that being a man,

You had a good woman

And being a woman,

To have a good man.

Tomorrow and the day after.

And once they are exhaust,

They smile and speak about love

To start again

 

If all these things would happen to you,

Then,

I don’t have any other wish for you

Anymore

Victor Hugo

نوشته شده در شنبه بیست و دوم مرداد 1390ساعت 22:6 توسط رویا هاشمی |

 

A few days ago I finished reading a book containing a number of  Hemingway's short stories including his most acclaimed & popular works of short fiction named "The killers", "Fathers & Sons" said to be reflecting  part of his own childhood -kind of Autobiography- & of course the most famous one "The Snows of Kilimanjaro".

Though it's beyond me to write any kind of description of his work, I just decided to jot some points down so that I won’t forget the precious parts of it & maybe it’s better to share it here in order to let others get to know him in case they have not yet found the chance to.

I apologize in advance for the shortcomings that may be in this essay due to misuse of the language I chose, since English is not my mother tongue. & the reason why I write my weblog in English is first because English translation is my university subject & second because it is an international language that can best be used as the media of information exchange in the cyberspace. 

www.gardenofpraise.com 

Photo from:www.gardenofpraise.com

Ernest Miller Hemingway,American writer & journalist (1899 – 1961)

 The rest is in the link below:

 

 


ادامه مطلب
نوشته شده در دوشنبه ششم اردیبهشت 1389ساعت 21:26 توسط رویا هاشمی |

Ever happened in your life that you ask yourself weather you are dreaming or not; & no matter how firmly you answer "of course I am awake" you just wake up a minute or two later to find yourself in the ongoing bitter or sweet reality of life? In case you had a bad dream would you not regret all the worries and frets? This is not the point I am going to make however, the point is: What if all our life is a giant hallucination? Maybe once you wake up & regret a lot of things. So next time you wake up such a dream -or better say nightmare- think well weather your dream was indeed worth that much anxiety, or as Khaiam says:

خـیام اگر زباده مسـتی خـوش باش             بـا مـاهـرخـی اگر نشستی خوش باش

چون عاقبت کار جهان نیستی است             انگارکه نیستی چو هستی خوش باش

 

نوشته شده در شنبه بیست و چهارم بهمن 1388ساعت 20:36 توسط رویا هاشمی |

Slow Dance

This is a poem
written by a teenager with cancer.

She wants to see how many
people get her poem.

It is quite the poem.
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a
New York
Hospital

It was sent by a medical doctor. Please let others read this . This is her last request to ask others to slow down & live theirs lives up!


ادامه مطلب
نوشته شده در سه شنبه چهارم فروردین 1388ساعت 13:25 توسط رویا هاشمی |

Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.

***

To handle yourself, use your head.

To handle others, use your heart.

***

God gives every bird it's food, but He does not throw it into its nest.

نوشته شده در یکشنبه بیست و دوم دی 1387ساعت 17:52 توسط رویا هاشمی |

 Love is everywhere!             

You don't need to search for it. Just look carefully...      

 It doesn't care what you look like...

Who you are...

Or what you do...  

All that it takes is to be true.

 

 

نوشته شده در یکشنبه هشتم دی 1387ساعت 22:38 توسط رویا هاشمی |

The Art of Language

I have experienced this before, several times so I thought it's not bad to share it. It does work at least 90% of the times :

Ask someone "You do this for me. Don't you?" You get a "yes"

Ask him/her "You don't do this for me. Do you?" You get a "No"

That's the power of words & the art of language. You can chose your answer before you ask.

نوشته شده در شنبه هفتم دی 1387ساعت 19:30 توسط رویا هاشمی |

Charles Swindoll

" When my attitudes are right there's no barrier too high, no valley too deep, no dream too extreme and no challenge too great."

نوشته شده در شنبه هفتم دی 1387ساعت 19:21 توسط رویا هاشمی |

When you're going on the way, you should stop at times, look back at waht you have left behind & look forward to what you may reach to. You may need to stop sometimes in order to go. 

نوشته شده در جمعه ششم دی 1387ساعت 15:5 توسط رویا هاشمی |


"There is only one happiness in life -- to love and to be loved."

George Sand French Novelist

***

"When you are in Love you can't fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams."

Dr Seuss

***

"To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world."

Heather Cortez

 

نوشته شده در جمعه بیست و دوم آذر 1387ساعت 19:49 توسط رویا هاشمی |

 Have you ever thought what beauty is?

Ever thought how a beautiful & artistic sculpture in one's eyes is a masterpiece & in someone else's just something to throw his cloths  on?  Or maybe how is it that while someone enjoys looking at a painting the other throws it in trash.

I think this makes a great point. Beauty is just a quality of our mind. Something we may cherish may be of no sense to somebody else. We ought to change our vision. Everything has its own beauty, everything can be a wonder.

Looking optimistically a simple smile works a miracle; otherwise it’s no more than bitter sarcasm.  Place beauty in your eyes the world turns into an artwork.

 

نوشته شده در جمعه بیست و دوم آذر 1387ساعت 15:12 توسط رویا هاشمی |


آخرين مطالب
» “One Hundred Years of Solitude” by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
» A poem by victor Hugo
» About Ernest Miller Hemingway's style of writing
» life is just a hallucination
» Slow Dance
» Unknown Writer
» Love
» The art of language
» Charles Swindoll
» words of wisdom

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