Enviat per Miraculosa Miró a 0:13
It's impossible to walk on water.
Axel Himmelman: [tries to walk on the sea and falls in]
Eyal: [sarcastically] Bravo. You did it.
Axel Himmelman: You don't understand. You can't just come to the Sea of Galilee and start walking on water. If you could, everybody would be doing it. You need to prepare yourself.
Eyal: And how would you do that? Please enlighten me.
Axel Himmelman: Well, you need to completely purify yourself. Your heart needs to be like it's clean from the inside: no negativity, no bad thoughts.
Eyal: And then?
Axel Himmelman: And then you can walk on water. I'm sure of it.
Homes de poca fe!
seràs mar esvalotat,
seràs aire que s'inflama,
seràs astre rutilant,
seràs home sobrehome
perquè en tens la voluntat!
Enviat per Miraculosa Miró a 22:36
The Ellis Island Immigrant Station was designed by architects Edward Lippincott Tilton and William Boring. They received a gold medal at the 1900 Paris Exposition for the building's design.
Ellis Island was the first stop for most immigrants from Europe.
Those with visible health problems or diseases were sent home or held in the island's hospital facilities for long periods of time. About 2 percent were denied admission to the U.S. and sent back to their countries of origin for reasons such as chronic contagious disease, criminal background, or insanity.
Today Ellis Island house is a museum. The Statue of Liberty, sometimes thought to be on Ellis Island because of its symbolism as a welcome to immigrants, is actually on Liberty Island, which is about 1/2 mile to the South.
Isle of Hope, Isle of Tears
On the first day of January
They Opened Ellis Island
And they let the people through.
And the first to cross the threshold
Of that Isle of hope and tears,
Was Annie Moore from Ireland
Who was only fifteen years.
Isle of hope, Isle of tears,
Isle of freedom, Isle of fears,
But it's not the Isle you left behind...
That Isle of hunger, Isle of pain,
Isle you'll never see again
But the Isle of home
Is always on your mind.
In her little bag she carried
All her past and history,
And her dreams for the future
In the land of liberty.
And courage is the passport
When your old world disappears
Cause there's no future in the past
When you're fifteen years.
When they closed down Ellis Island
In Nineteen Forty-three,
Seventeen million people
Had come there for sanctuary.
And in springtime when I came here
And stepped onto its piers,
I thought of how it must have been
When you're only fifteen years.
Enviat per Miraculosa Miró a 18:58
Yo, Dafni, descansando aquí reposo;
de hermosa grey pastor muy más hermoso."
Enviat per Miraculosa Miró a 1:35