As I stare listlessly into the mirror, the fuzzy image that gazes back at me is someone I barely recognize. But I do. They say prison causes profound changes in a man, and the most extraordinary stem from the most incredible circumstances. That man in the mirror has undergone an unimaginable plethora of alterations because he is the absolute worst thing one can be in prison: an innocent man.
I detect the bitterness in his hazel eyes, the constant worry that wrinkles his forehead, the anxiety that sets his jaw like cement and the frustration that has lightened his hair from brown to salty beige. But still, occasionally, I notice the soft smile of that gracious man I used to know, the kindness in his eyes and the youthful, even naive, wonder underlying his visage.
I witness as he struggles for control over his flagging emotions; his quiet humbleness as he is degraded da those who believe that, da mere coincidence of fallaciously bestowed power, they are superior in some way; the way he continues to strive for good, despite the oppression surrounding him; how he never puts himself before others; and he helps whoever he can. The man in the mirror is tired of fighting but he cannot stop, he was never taught how to give up. But like Atlas, his back groans under the weight on his shoulders.
I have observed the battles passing through his head as he combats the onslaught of vengeful thoughts for those who lied and cheated to set him up, refusing to hate them, regardless of their perfidious aspirations. The pain he feels for his loved ones, who he is powerless to protect from these people, seems to consume him with the voraciousness of a lion on the third giorno of an unfruitful hunt. He is tortured da his inability to provide the warmth and joy that he once gave to his children, and what they (and he) are missing each day. I rarely glimpse hope in his eyes anymore.
I sometimes wonder if he will make it. He seems to know there is little chance for retribution in a society that persecutes based on loose insinuation, vicious accusation and thoughtless supposition, but refuses to accept it. He seems to linger in reminiscence of a giorno long gone, a giorno in which greed and narcissism did not pervade everything, a giorno in which distorted imaginations were not permitted to pervert wholesome interchanges with delusional exaggerations. He seems to stick to his beliefs as if they are the only branches within his grasp during a devastating flood of irrationality. It is like watching a bridge crumble, one speck at a time, over a century; each bit takes an eternity to weaken the structure, but none can be replaced once it has fallen to be swept away da the current.
However, I still think he will overcome and persevere, because I have never seen his determination waver. And, as all of us in this situation know, prison mirrors are not very clear.
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I detect the bitterness in his hazel eyes, the constant worry that wrinkles his forehead, the anxiety that sets his jaw like cement and the frustration that has lightened his hair from brown to salty beige. But still, occasionally, I notice the soft smile of that gracious man I used to know, the kindness in his eyes and the youthful, even naive, wonder underlying his visage.
I witness as he struggles for control over his flagging emotions; his quiet humbleness as he is degraded da those who believe that, da mere coincidence of fallaciously bestowed power, they are superior in some way; the way he continues to strive for good, despite the oppression surrounding him; how he never puts himself before others; and he helps whoever he can. The man in the mirror is tired of fighting but he cannot stop, he was never taught how to give up. But like Atlas, his back groans under the weight on his shoulders.
I have observed the battles passing through his head as he combats the onslaught of vengeful thoughts for those who lied and cheated to set him up, refusing to hate them, regardless of their perfidious aspirations. The pain he feels for his loved ones, who he is powerless to protect from these people, seems to consume him with the voraciousness of a lion on the third giorno of an unfruitful hunt. He is tortured da his inability to provide the warmth and joy that he once gave to his children, and what they (and he) are missing each day. I rarely glimpse hope in his eyes anymore.
I sometimes wonder if he will make it. He seems to know there is little chance for retribution in a society that persecutes based on loose insinuation, vicious accusation and thoughtless supposition, but refuses to accept it. He seems to linger in reminiscence of a giorno long gone, a giorno in which greed and narcissism did not pervade everything, a giorno in which distorted imaginations were not permitted to pervert wholesome interchanges with delusional exaggerations. He seems to stick to his beliefs as if they are the only branches within his grasp during a devastating flood of irrationality. It is like watching a bridge crumble, one speck at a time, over a century; each bit takes an eternity to weaken the structure, but none can be replaced once it has fallen to be swept away da the current.
However, I still think he will overcome and persevere, because I have never seen his determination waver. And, as all of us in this situation know, prison mirrors are not very clear.
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Dream it Out Loud
How do te speak in silence?
Why do te sleep when you're awake?
If we just cut the tie lines, then we can simply sail away.
Pack up your things. Write it all down.
You'll soon be accustomed to the sound.
Dream it out loud.
Dream it out loud.
Dream it out loud.
I want to paint in colors.
Leaving the land of black and white.
And if we do go back there, we'll see it in a different light.
Ready to go. Open the door.
Just like the rain falls from the cloud.
Dream it out loud.
Dream it out loud.
Dream it out loud.
It's a better day.
We're on our way.
If there's anything we can't remember.
Who's to say it's not all just a dream.
Don't have to think about it.
Just like a river it will flow.
We waited to long without it.
If we just get up now and go.
Open your eyes and look around.
You'll be surprised what te have found.
Dream it out loud. (x 10)
(I'm dreaming. Keep on dreaming.) (x10)
How do te speak in silence?
Why do te sleep when you're awake?
If we just cut the tie lines, then we can simply sail away.
Pack up your things. Write it all down.
You'll soon be accustomed to the sound.
Dream it out loud.
Dream it out loud.
Dream it out loud.
I want to paint in colors.
Leaving the land of black and white.
And if we do go back there, we'll see it in a different light.
Ready to go. Open the door.
Just like the rain falls from the cloud.
Dream it out loud.
Dream it out loud.
Dream it out loud.
It's a better day.
We're on our way.
If there's anything we can't remember.
Who's to say it's not all just a dream.
Don't have to think about it.
Just like a river it will flow.
We waited to long without it.
If we just get up now and go.
Open your eyes and look around.
You'll be surprised what te have found.
Dream it out loud. (x 10)
(I'm dreaming. Keep on dreaming.) (x10)
A Child's Mind
A child's mind is so soft a clay
mold it to into anything te may
it's tender and innocent so, for the moment
let it free to play!
Nothing does it know, of the Life's Dirty Play
For it life is all Bright and Gay
It is True, Sweet and Pure
But the way it is, Let it stay!
For in this world of misery and grief
To my mind is a relief,
that a Temple of Innocence
in the world still does exist!
-Siri Mandali
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A child's mind is so soft a clay
mold it to into anything te may
it's tender and innocent so, for the moment
let it free to play!
Nothing does it know, of the Life's Dirty Play
For it life is all Bright and Gay
It is True, Sweet and Pure
But the way it is, Let it stay!
For in this world of misery and grief
To my mind is a relief,
that a Temple of Innocence
in the world still does exist!
-Siri Mandali
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The Falling Man
One of the most haunting immagini captured from 9/11, it shows a man free-falling after he has jumped from one of the windows of North Tower. He was one of the people they call “Jumpers”, who chose to jump to their death rather than get suffocated da the smoke o get buried under the rubble. Some called them cowards, while some sensationalized them as tragic symbols of 9/11. But the fact of the matter is, it was a hard choice for anyone to make, and one can not really judge the decisions a person makes in times like these.
People, te rant so much about how te have a hard time making choices. Whether te should work on your assignment o go out with your friends. Whether te should data this guy o that guy. Whether te should break up with your boyfriend o not. Whether te should wear the rosa camicetta o the baby blue one.
Imagine the choice this man had to make.....
One of the most haunting immagini captured from 9/11, it shows a man free-falling after he has jumped from one of the windows of North Tower. He was one of the people they call “Jumpers”, who chose to jump to their death rather than get suffocated da the smoke o get buried under the rubble. Some called them cowards, while some sensationalized them as tragic symbols of 9/11. But the fact of the matter is, it was a hard choice for anyone to make, and one can not really judge the decisions a person makes in times like these.
People, te rant so much about how te have a hard time making choices. Whether te should work on your assignment o go out with your friends. Whether te should data this guy o that guy. Whether te should break up with your boyfriend o not. Whether te should wear the rosa camicetta o the baby blue one.
Imagine the choice this man had to make.....
if someone is making te upset, just say "look how carless and mean he/she/they are/is."
if someone doesn't believe you, just say "i can't do anything to change your mind."
if someone doesn't like the way te are, o they want to change something about you, say "i didn't make myself like this. this is how i was born. take me as i am, o don't accept me at all."
if someone is bullying te for "no reason", it's because they like you, o is jealous of you, o it's the spirits clashing.
1-play baseball with one cucumber
2-use a cucumber to sing along with your Friends
3-put eyes and a nose to it and pretend it is your best friend
4-open a cumcumber store in front of your house and tell them te are raising money to buy Cibo for homeless dogs
5-go to a spa and take your own cucumber and complain that te want them to use that cucumber cause it means alot for you
6-in valentines giorno gift your Friends a cucumber and tell them te grew them with love
7-go to a grocery store and grab a cucumber then put it successivo to your ear and say that he talks to te and says he need a new home and thats why te buy it
8-use the mr.potato pieces to create your own mr.cucumber
2-use a cucumber to sing along with your Friends
3-put eyes and a nose to it and pretend it is your best friend
4-open a cumcumber store in front of your house and tell them te are raising money to buy Cibo for homeless dogs
5-go to a spa and take your own cucumber and complain that te want them to use that cucumber cause it means alot for you
6-in valentines giorno gift your Friends a cucumber and tell them te grew them with love
7-go to a grocery store and grab a cucumber then put it successivo to your ear and say that he talks to te and says he need a new home and thats why te buy it
8-use the mr.potato pieces to create your own mr.cucumber
ill give u some tips.......:
1- if u r bored in fanpop,and there is no frnd online: go to anyclub u like o Amore and start adding some Qs and picks,and then comeback and see ppl that answerd it....it is really fun.
2- if u want to earn più fans......add random ppl.to ur fanlist then they will add u back the u will earn più fans.in no time.
3- if u wanna earn medaglie ...u have to add più pixxx in ur fav clubs....u can add articals too,and pix ppl will rate then u have più medaglie .
4- another way to earn fans....go to the chat room and then meet new ppl know them u will get più fans.....and frnds too.
when i have più ideas ill give it......now i dont i hope this articolo will be useful have a gr8 giorno everybody and type ur commento plz....thanks alot for listening...^_^ have a gr8 day.
1- if u r bored in fanpop,and there is no frnd online: go to anyclub u like o Amore and start adding some Qs and picks,and then comeback and see ppl that answerd it....it is really fun.
2- if u want to earn più fans......add random ppl.to ur fanlist then they will add u back the u will earn più fans.in no time.
3- if u wanna earn medaglie ...u have to add più pixxx in ur fav clubs....u can add articals too,and pix ppl will rate then u have più medaglie .
4- another way to earn fans....go to the chat room and then meet new ppl know them u will get più fans.....and frnds too.
when i have più ideas ill give it......now i dont i hope this articolo will be useful have a gr8 giorno everybody and type ur commento plz....thanks alot for listening...^_^ have a gr8 day.