by Louis B. Shalako
c2010
All Rights Reserved
The rain is falling, gently through the trees
A dove gives a mournful call
I wonder what he sees
Newborn child a-bawling?
Or just the futility of it all.
He told me once, a wise old owl
Very good advice, to get me through it all
The glass is either half-empty or half-full
It says a lot about you
The choices that you call.
The rain is falling, gently through the trees
A chipmunk sits there laughing
I wonder what he sees.
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Sunday, May 30, 2010
Velocita. The cyclist's mantra.
by Louis B. Shalako
c2010
All Rights Reserved
La mia bici e il mio corpo sono una cosa sola.
Velocita, forza et corragio.
My bike and my body are one.
Speed, force and courage.
My mind controls every muscle, cell, bone, fibre, and tissue.
The very fabric of my being.
Every nerve, every thought, every attitude, sense, and sinew.
Physical, mental, psychological, emotional.
My spirit cannot be conquered. I am alone with the road.
My bike and my body are one. Speed, force and courage.
L’essenza di velocita…
The essence of speed.
c2010
All Rights Reserved
La mia bici e il mio corpo sono una cosa sola.
Velocita, forza et corragio.
My bike and my body are one.
Speed, force and courage.
My mind controls every muscle, cell, bone, fibre, and tissue.
The very fabric of my being.
Every nerve, every thought, every attitude, sense, and sinew.
Physical, mental, psychological, emotional.
My spirit cannot be conquered. I am alone with the road.
My bike and my body are one. Speed, force and courage.
L’essenza di velocita…
The essence of speed.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Yeah, but what are you really trying to say?
For want of a better term
by Louis B. Shalako
c2010
All Rights Reserved
To a blind man, the world is a dark place.
To a deaf man, the world is a silent place.
And so we can extrapolate –
That perception is reality.
And all of reality is filtered through the senses.
Everything we know is contained inside of our own heads.
And essentially, it exists nowhere else.
If a tree falls in the forest, it makes no sound. No sound.
For there is no one there to hear it —
Yet a million voices speak silently out of the darkness.
All of them whispering at once.
For want of a better term, we call that fantasy. Or a dream, or a delusion.
And the truth is what I believe it to be.
Attitude is everything. I guess it’s all in how you look at it.
The contradictions are easy to see.
But a mistaken assumption will kill you every time.
The important thing, in my opinion,
Is to keep your eyes and ears open;
Stay alert, open up your heart,
Take a deep breath…and empty your thoughts —
Now try to keep an open mind.
And if you speak my name upon the wind, surely I will hear you.
by Louis B. Shalako
c2010
All Rights Reserved
To a blind man, the world is a dark place.
To a deaf man, the world is a silent place.
And so we can extrapolate –
That perception is reality.
And all of reality is filtered through the senses.
Everything we know is contained inside of our own heads.
And essentially, it exists nowhere else.
If a tree falls in the forest, it makes no sound. No sound.
For there is no one there to hear it —
Yet a million voices speak silently out of the darkness.
All of them whispering at once.
For want of a better term, we call that fantasy. Or a dream, or a delusion.
And the truth is what I believe it to be.
Attitude is everything. I guess it’s all in how you look at it.
The contradictions are easy to see.
But a mistaken assumption will kill you every time.
The important thing, in my opinion,
Is to keep your eyes and ears open;
Stay alert, open up your heart,
Take a deep breath…and empty your thoughts —
Now try to keep an open mind.
And if you speak my name upon the wind, surely I will hear you.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
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