98 year old dobri dobrev, a man who lost his hearing in the second world war, walks 10 kilometers from his village in his homemade clothes and leather shoes to the city of sofia, where he spends the day begging for money.
Though a well recognized fixture around several of the city’s chruches, known for his prostrations of thanks to all donors, it was only recently discovered that he has donated every penny he has collected — over 40,000 euros — towards the restoration of decaying bulgarian monasteries and churches and the utility bills of orphanages, living entirely off his monthly state pension of 80 euros and the kindness of others.
and now i’m crying.
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We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave.
I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?”
My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.”
Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks
‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’
It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it.
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Things were so easy back in that day. I wonder how God put love seeds into each of our hearts. The missing part about us will fading away someday. I wish I won’t let it pass me by but life gets rough, I wish that I could stay a little longer, cos I’m so happy for every opportunity of us to be together.
I can see the ghost of you asked me to hold our love seeds who turns out to something beautiful. Why did you do this? What makes you stay for a while? Why are you holding on?
Let me see those magic flares flying upon us. Cuz back in that day, I never thought that things would be so hard.
Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants (via distincts)
Exactly.
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The Fire and The Wind
We both know that it won’t stay too long.
I saw it in your eyes, you saw it too.
I just hope that when the energy of you and me flaming like the old burn wood, we would be happy to remember the days we were trying to be true, not only for each other, but also for ourselves.
The fire said to me stay a little longer.
Another fire said run before its too late.
They said together we would burn all the city, crashing down the ecosystem.
Some people were meant for each other, but not for stay forever with them.
They were meant only for coming and leave footsteps on each other’s sands.
The wind said ‘thank you for loving me.’
I said, ‘thank you for making me love myself when I love everything around me.’
Jon Blais (via loveyourchaos)(Source: idterab)
via denisecua
but I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight.
I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies
and they were real close to looking like the sunrise,
and sometime it takes the most wounded wings
the most broken things
to notice how strong the breeze is,
how precious the flight.
Andrea Gibson, “The Moon is a Kite” (via featherandarrow)(Source: larmoyante)
via featherandarrow
So I’m gonna start to write again. Been so long and I miss you more than you ever imagine. The storm is over, darling. Welcome back.
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