what are we running from?
what are we running from?
The butterfly project - Show your support! For my friend, Olly :)
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These are warriors from the Maasai tribe in Kenya. They hold a coming of age ceremony called Eunoto which can involve ten or more days of singing, dancing and ritual.
They perform ‘the jumping dance’ called adumu, or aigus. During this competitive jumping, the warriors form a circle and one or two at a time will enter the centre to begin jumping up adn down while maintaining a narrow posture, never letting their heels touch the ground
These are warriors from the Maasai tribe in Kenya. They hold a coming of age ceremony called Eunoto which can involve ten or more days of singing, dancing and ritual.
They perform ‘the jumping dance’ called adumu, or aigus. During this competitive jumping, the warriors form a circle and one or two at a time will enter the centre to begin jumping up adn down while maintaining a narrow posture, never letting their heels touch the ground
Mum, I know what I want for my birthday. :)
When I get my license, I’m going to buy myself a Vespa and take lots of road trips to different places everyday, just to be able to say, “Oh, you mean that little cafe on the corner of Rue Pascal in Paris? I went there when I was younger on my Vespa.”
I can spend hours locked up in my attic somedays drawing, scribbling furiously away at a piece of paper.
"Take a man and put him alone,
Put him twelve thousand miles from home.
Empty his heart of all but blood,
Make him live in sand, in mud.
This is the life I have to live,
This the soul to God I give.
You have your parties and drink your beer,
While young men are dying over here.
Play your poilitics and have your fun,
Then refuse to use a gun.
There’s nothing else for you to do,
Then I’m supposed to die for you?
There is one thing that you should know;
And that’s where I think you should go!
I’m already here and it’s too late.
I’ve traded all my love for all this hate.
I’ll hate you till the day I die.
You made me hear my buddy cry.
I saw his leg and his blood shed,
Then I heard them say, “This one’s dead”.
It was a large price for him to pay,
To let you live another day.
He had the guts to fight and die,
To keep the freedom you live by.
By his dying, your life he buys,
But who cares if a soldier dies!"
Anonymous
I’m deaf not stupid - my own words.