Quality of Work
Tempo of life
Work & Love
Demise of the Cradle of Civilization
If dogs could tell us something...
Doing and being
... The roses of Ispahan in their sheath of moss, the jasmines of Mosul, the orange blossoms, ... there is no longer any fragrance from the pale orange-tree, no heavenly aroma from the roses in the moss. The bird, in its nest of moist feathers and moss, sings no more among the roses and orange-trees; the springs in the gardens have lost their sweet song; and dawn no longer gilds the pure and weightless sky...
Leconte de Lisle / Excerpted from
Gabriel Faurés Chanson:
« Les Roses d’Ispahan »
Picture: Demonstration of Iranian women at the nuclear plant Isfahan