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Memoires of a Martial Artist - Domestication

Was that drive the power sleeping in every individual? It must surely have been a drive that started from very far. It should have begun many centuries before, until that sense of what's beyond the initial singularity of human consciousness had entirely lost its identity . But like a dream it still hovered inside and out and didn’t retreat though, even in the daylight. Gal vien sapnavau nesveikią sapną, mačiau jame kažką negera ir pavadinau tatai “it”, maybe I merely dreamed a sick dream, saw something unhealthy in it, and named “it” Ričardas Gavelis would say.  The singurality of human consciousness was that historical era when men still lived with gods, when men used to talk and eat with them, make arrangements with them, and serve them; but also when men learned how to use them, how to behave with them, and how to betray them, how to follow and abandon them…and this led the mankind to lose the direct contact with what was initially build with gods, and because of this gods...

Memoirs of a Martial Artist - The Jie (Who the hell are they?)

- If one punches with anger, his mind is dangerously sick. For this reason we must seek love in martial arts, love is fluid like smoke, it moves everywhere and in every direction. Only if love is the object of your mind your body becomes fluid. In anger, fear and in hatred body is rigid, hard. Love is energy, if you have love you have energy, an inexhaustible source of energy. After fifty years of age body needs elasticity and fluidity. Everyone love himself. Who does not love himself? Maybe a few...usually people love themselves, their ego. A martial artist must look inside and seek for love – The Master spoke. The day I arrived in Vilnius my goal was to find a new martial art. The search for it took eleven months. Until I met The Master. After moving to Vilnius I learned many things. A new reality. New people, new culture. New mentality. New colours , new flavours, new smells...a different world from the world I was coming from.  But, the most important thing I learn...

Amore šaltibarščiai e pomodori rossi: biografia di un amore dall'interno - La menzogna

Foto Živile Abrutytė Un livre est le produit d'un autre moi que celui que nous manifestons dans nos habitudes, dans la société, dans nos vices (Proust) La Menzogna E’ quasi uno stato naturale che l’amore provochi un cambiamento di vita, e nessuno lo questiona. Ciò che è meno naturale invece è che una città o una terra possano cambiarti la vita. Mi riferisco a una città e a una terra che neppure ami troppo, o troppo ne sei invaghito. Vi finisci spinto dagli eventi della vita e scopri un altro universo distinto da quello dove avevi finora vissuto. Nel contesto della città va collocato un amore, senza un amore che si fosse preventivamente situato all’interno della città non avrei provato l’attrazione che mi ha fatto muovere a Vilnius. Non sarei stato pronto a cercare di capire questa città, a volerne conoscere la cultura, il suo passato e la sua lingua.       - Non sarei mai venuto a Vilnius se non avessi conosciuto te – le dissi Il mio ...