Leo Tolstoy Once upon a time, the archangel Gabriel heard the voice of God speaking from Paradise, blessing someone. Gabriel said, "Surely this is some important servant of my Lord, God the Father. He must be a great saint, a hermit or wise man." The archangel went down to earth looking for the man, but he could not find him, neither on earth nor in heaven. Then he addressed God and said, "Oh Lord, my God, please show me how to find the object of your love." God answered him, "Go this village. And there, in a little temple, you will see a fire." The angel went down to the temple, and he found a man praying before an idol. Then Gabriel went back to God and said, "Lord, how can you look with love upon this idol worshipper?"
God said, "It is true that he does not understand me properly. Not one man living is capable of understanding me as I am. The wisest of the whole human race are just as far from really understanding me as this man is. I look not at his mind, but at his heart. The heart of this man searches for me, and therefore he is close to me.
Maradona has the ball, two mark him, he touches the ball. The genius of world football dashes to the right and leaves the third and is going to pass to Burruchaga. It’s still Maradona! Genius! Genius! Genius! Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta. Gooooooooooal! Gooooooooooal! I want to cry! Dear God! Long live football! Gooooooooooal! Diegoal! Maradona! It’s enough to make you cry, forgive me. Maradona, in an unforgettable run, in the play of all time. Cosmic kite! What planet are you from? Leaving in your wake so many Englishmen, so that the whole country is a clenched fist shouting for Argentina? Argentina 2, England 0. Diegoal, Diegoal, Diego Armando Maradona. Thank you, God, for football, for Maradona, for these tears, for this, Argentina 2, England 0. VICTOR HUGO MORALES’S RADIO ARGENTINA COMMENTARY Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RiYYSradplU
Just as he locked the door, as he pocketed the key, as he glanced over his shoulder, they arrested him. They tortured him until they tired of it. ‘Look,’ they said, ‘the key is your key, the house is your house, we accept that now; but why did you put the key in your pocket as if to hide it from us?’ They let him go, but his name is still on a list. Yannis Ritsos translated from the Greek by David Harsent
I’m thankful the sun starts slow and glides in a graceful burning arc across the firmament. I don’t think I could handle life if ole’ Sol was a herky-jerky-shakey-jake. Mr. Sun stays in his own lane, daily commuting with polite constancy, never nervous about missing something like a primo parking spot. For a fireball it seems to have it all together, unshyly shining golden on this blue-born world’s flappable. John Blase
Forget about the other six, says Pride. They're only using you. Admittedly, Lust is a looker, but you can do better. And why do they keep bringing us to this cheesy dive? The food's so bad that even Gluttony can't finish his meal. Notice how Avarice keeps refilling his glass whenever he thinks we're not looking, while Envy eyes your plate. Hell, we're not even done, and Anger is already arguing about the bill. I'm the only one who ever leaves a decent tip. Let them all go, the losers! It's a relief to see Sloth's fat ass go out the door. But stick around. I have a story that not everyone appreciates about the special satisfaction of staying on board as the last grubby lifeboat pushes away. Dana Gioia
The Prodigal Son All callow thoughtlessness Outshone his brother Unfair or unwise To favor the miscreant Yet it's instinctive We value others For the love that we give them Not the love returned Martin Locock