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Woraus immer die Luft ist, die Erde, die Kräuter, die Steine, all das ist auch Teil unserer Körper. Wir müssen wieder lernen, wir selber zu sein und die Vielfalt in uns zu fühlen und zu entdecken. Wakan Tanka, das Große Geheimnis, lehrt Tiere und Pflanzen, was sie tun sollen. In der Natur gleicht nichts dem anderen. Wie verschiedenartig sind die Vögel! Einige bauen Nester, andere nicht. Manche Tiere leben in Erdlöchern, andere in Höhlen, andere in Büschen. Wieder andere kommen überhaupt ohne Behausung aus. Sogar Tiere derselben Art — zwei Hirsche, zwei Eulen — verhalten sich unterschiedlich. Ich habe viele Pflanzen aufmerksam betrachtet. Von den Blättern einer Pflanze, die alle auf demselben Stengel wachsen, ist keines ganz wie das andere. Auf der ganzen Erde gibt es keine zwei Blätter, die einander völlig gleichen. Der Große Geist hat es so gewollt. Für alle Ge- schöpfe auf der Erde hat er den Lebenspfad bloß im großen vorgezeichnet; er zeigt ihnen die Richtung und das Ziel, läßt sie aber ihren eigenen Weg dorthin finden. Er will, daß sie selbständig handeln, ihrem Wesen gemäß und ihren inneren Kräften gehorchend. Wenn nun Wakan Tanka will, daß Pflanzen, Tiere, sogar die kleinen Mäuse und Käfer, auf diese Weise leben — um wieviel mehr werden ihm Menschen, die alle dasselbe tun, ein Greuel sein: Menschen, die zur selben Zeit aufstehen, die gleichen im Kauffiaus erstandenen Kleider anziehen und dieselbe U-Bahn benützen, die im selben Büro sitzen, die gleiche Arbeit ver- richten, auf ein und dieselbe Uhr starren und — was am schlimmsten ist — deren Gedanken einander zum Verwechseln ähnlich sind. Alle Ge- schöpfe leben auf ein Ziel hin. Selbst eine Ameise kennt dieses Ziel — nicht mit dem Verstand, aber irgendwie kennt sie es. Nur die Menschen sind so weit gekommen, daß sie nicht mehr wissen, warum sie leben. Sie benützen ihren Verstand nicht mehr, und sie haben längst vergessen, welche geheime Botschaft ihr Körper hat, was ihnen ihre Sinne und ihre Träume sagen. Sie gebrauchen das Wissen nicht, das der Große Geist jedem von uns ge- schenkt hat, sie sind sich dessen nicht einmal mehr bewußt, und so stolpern sie blindlings auf der Straße dahin, die nach Nirgendwo führt — auf einer gut gepflasterten Autobahn, die sie selber ausbauen, schnurgerade und eben, damit sie umso schneller zu dem großen leeren Loch kommen, das sie am Ende erwartet, um sie zu verschlingen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;ALSO THE PERSON EXISTS OF ALL SORTS OF From which always the air is, the earth, the herbs, the stones, all this is also a part of our bodies. We must learn again, we to be same and to feel the variety in ourselves and to discover. Wakan Tanka, the big secret, animals and plants teach what they should do. In the nature nothing resembles the other. How various are the birds! Some do not build nests, other. Some animals live in foxholes, other in caves, other in bushes. Again others get by generally without dwelling. Even animals of the same kind - two deer, two owls - behave differently. I have looked at many plants carefully. From the sheets of a plant which grow everybody on the same stalk nobody is whole like the other. On the whole earth there are no two sheets which completely resemble each other. The big mind has wanted it thus. For all creatures on the earth he has marked the life path only in the big one; he shows them the direction and the aim, however, lets them find her own way there. He wants that they act independently, according to her being and her internal forces obeying. If now Wakan Tanka wants that plants, animals, even the small mice and beetles, in this manner live - around how much more the people who do everybody same one will be to him a horror: The people who get up at the same time the same clothes appeared in the Kauffhaus draw and use the same underground which sit in the same office which direct the same work, stare at the one and same clock and - what is the worst - whose thoughts are similar to each other for mistaking. All creatures live on an aim. Even an ant knows this aim - not with the mind, but anyhow she knows it. Only the people have come so far that they do not know any more, why they live. They do not use her mind any more, and they have forgotten long ago which confidential message has her body what her senses and her dreams say them. They do not use the knowledge which the big mind to each of us ge-gives has, they are not even aware of that any more, and thus they blindly trip on the street there which Nowhere leads after - on a well paved highway which they themselves develop, dead-straight and just, so that they come the faster to the big empty hole which she expects at the end to devour them.&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;AUSSI LA PERSONNE SE COMPOSE DU DE TOUTES SORTES. De quoi toujours l'air est, la terre, les herbes, les pierres, tous c'est aussi la partie de nos corps. Nous devons apprendre de nouveau à être nous même et à sentir la diversité dans nous-mêmes et à découvrir. Wakan Tanka, le grand secret, enseigne des animaux et plantes qu'ils doivent faire. Dans la nature, rien ne ressemble à l'autre. Comme différent sont les oiseaux! Certains ne construisent pas des nids, autre. Certains animaux vivent dans des puits naturels, autre dans des cavernes, autre dans des buissons. De nouveau les autres se passent donc d'habitation. Même des animaux de la même manière - deux cerfs, deux hiboux - se comportent différement. J'ai regardé attentivement beaucoup de plantes. Des feuilles d'une plante, qui s'accroissent tous sur la même tige, personne n'est tout comme l'autre. Sur toute la terre, il n'y a aucune deux feuille qui ressemble complètement à l'un l'autre. Le grand esprit l'a voulu ainsi. Pour toutes les créatures sur la terre, il a présenté le chemin de vie seulement dans le grand; il leur montre la direction et l'objectif, les fait trouver là-bas cependant son propre chemin. Il veut qu'ils agissent indépendamment, selon sa nature et ses forces intérieures en obéissant. Si maintenant Wakan Tanka veut que des plantes, animaux, même les petites souris et les insectes, de cette manière vivent - autour de combien plus les gens qui font tous même, seront à lui une horreur : Les personnes qui se lèvent au même temps, les mêmes vêtements acquis dans Kauffhaus attirent et utilisent le même métro qui s'assoient au même bureau qui dirigent le même travail ver-, sur l'une et même heure regardent fixement et - qui est le plus mauvais - dont les idées sont semblables à l'un l'autre pour confondre. Toutes les créatures vivent à un objectif. Même une fourmi connaît cet objectif - non avec le comprenait, mais n'importe comment, elle le connaît. Seulement les gens sont venus jusqu'ici qu'ils ne savent plus pourquoi ils vivent. Ils n'utilisent plus son comprenait, et ils ont oublié depuis longtemps quel message secret a leur corps que son sens et ses rêves leur dit. Ils n'utilisent pas la connaissance que le grand esprit à chacun de nous ge-offre a, ils ne sont plus même pas conscients de celui-ci, et ainsi ils font un faux pas là-bas aveuglément dans la rue qui ne mène Nulle part après - sur une autoroute bien pavée qu'ils aménagent même, tout droit et justement pour qu'ils viennent d'autant plus vite au grand trou vide qu'elle attend à la fin pour les dévorer.&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;TAMBIÉN EL HOMBRE EXISTE DEL DIVERSO. De lo que siempre el aire es, la tierra, las hierbas, las piedras, todo lo es también la parte de nuestros cuerpos. Tenemos que aprender de nuevo a ser nosotros mismo y a sentir la diversidad en nosotros y a descubrir. Wakan Tanka, el gran secreto, enseña animales y plantas que ellos deben hacer. En la naturaleza nada se parece al otro. ¡Cómo distinto son los pájaros! Algunos no construyen nidos, otro. Algunos animales viven en hoyos, otro en cuevas, otro en matas. De nuevo otros tienen bastante en general sin vivienda. Hasta animales del mismo tipo - dos ciervos, dos búhos - se comportan de diferente manera. He contemplado atentamente muchas plantas. De las hojas de una planta, que crecen todos en el mismo tallo, nadie es todo como lo otro. En toda la tierra no hay ningunas dos hojas que se parecen completamente a mutuamente. El gran espíritu lo ha querido así. Para todas las criaturas en la tierra él ha proyectado el sendero de vida solo en el grande; él les muestra la dirección y la meta, sin embargo la deja encontrar su camino propio hacia allí. Él va que ellos actúan independientemente, según su naturaleza y sus fuerzas interiores obedeciendo. Si ahora Wakan Tanka va que plantas, animales, hasta los ratones pequeños y los escarabajos, de este modo viven - alrededor de cuántas más las personas que hacen todos mismo, serán a él una atrocidad: Los hombres que se levantan hacia el tiempo mismo, los vestidos iguales adquiridos en Kauffhaus atraen y usan el mismo metro que se sientan en la oficina misma que dirigen el trabajo igual ver-, miran fijamente la misma hora y - que es el más malo - cuyos pensamientos son parecidos a mutuamente para confundir. Todas las criaturas viven en una meta. Mismo Ameise conoce esta meta - no con la inteligencia, pero de alguna forma ella lo conoce. Sólo las personas han venido hasta ahora que ellos no saben más por qué ellos viven. Ellos no usan más su inteligencia, y ellos han olvidado hace tiempo qué mensaje secreto tiene su cuerpo que sus sentidos y sus sueños les dicen. Ellos no utilizan los conocimientos que el gran espíritu a ningún de nosotros ge-regala tiene, ellos ni siquiera son conscientes de él, y así ellos tropiezan allí ciegamente en la calle que En ninguna parte lleva después de - en una autopista bien empedrada que ellos desmontan mismo, en línea recta y exactamente, para que ellos vengan tanto más rápidamente al gran agujero vacío que ella espera al fin, alrededor de ella a verschlingen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-3212049170391709878?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/3212049170391709878/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=3212049170391709878' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3212049170391709878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3212049170391709878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/10/lame-deer.html' title='Lame Deer'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Ssy1myCrB1I/AAAAAAAABnU/kPUbv1ZsySY/s72-c/i258224947_42086_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-7508909186007599996</id><published>2009-10-07T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:31:51.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Native Indian Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_19VdTakY4&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_19VdTakY4&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-7508909186007599996?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/7508909186007599996/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=7508909186007599996' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/7508909186007599996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/7508909186007599996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/10/native-indian-music.html' title='Native Indian Music'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-6145934250889167876</id><published>2009-10-07T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:28:49.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Ssyzqoe2UeI/AAAAAAAABnM/Gk2KN3rP0v4/s1600-h/deca4709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Ssyzqoe2UeI/AAAAAAAABnM/Gk2KN3rP0v4/s400/deca4709.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389880399058325986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIR SIOUX FÜHLEN UNS MIT DEM BUFFEL VERWANDT. Er ist unser Bruder. Du wirst niemals die Natur verstehen und was sie für uns bedeutet, bevor du nicht begreifst, wie eng wir mit dem Büffel verbunden waren. Dieses Tier war beinahe ein Teil von uns selber, ein Teil unserer Seele. Der Büffel gab uns alles, was wir brauchten. Ohne ihn hätten wir nicht überleben können. Unsere Tipis waren aus seiner Haut gemacht. Sein Fell war unser Bett, unsere Decke, unsere Winterkleidung. Seine Haut war unsere Trommel, ihre Schläge durchpulsten die Nacht, lebendig und heilig. Aus seiner Haut fertigten wir unsere Wassergefäße an. Sein Fleisch gab uns Kraft, wurde Fleisch von unserem Fleisch. Nicht das kleinste Stück wurde verschwendet. Sein Magen, in den wir einen glühendheißen Stein warfen, war unser Suppenkessel. Seine Hörner waren unsere Löffel, seine Knochen unsere Messer und für unsere Frauen Ahle und Nadel. Aus seinen Sehnen drehten wir unsere Bogenstränge, und wir benützten sie als Faden zum Nähen. Aus seinen Rippen bauten wir Schlitten für unsere Kinder, seine Hufe wurden Rasseln. Sein mächtiger Schädel, an den wir die Pfeife lehnten, war unser Altar. Der Name des größten aller Sioux war Tatanka Iyotake — Sitting Bull. Als ihr den Büffel ausgerottet habt, habt ihr auch den Indianer getötet — den wirklichen, echten wilden Indianer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;WE SIOUX FEEL RELATED WITH THE BUFFALO. He is our brother. You will never understand the nature and what it means for us, before you do not understand how closely we were connected with the buffalo. This animal nearly a part of us was same, a part of our soul. The buffalo gave to us everything what we needed. Without him we could not have survived. Our tepees were made from his skin. His fur was our bed, our cover, our winter clothes. His skin was our drum, her blows by pulsed the night, vividly and holy. From his skin we made our water vessels. His meat gave us strength, became meat of our meat. Not the smallest piece was wasted. His stomach in which we threw a glowing-hot stone was our soup kettle. His horns were our spoons, his bones our knives and for our women awl and needle. From his tendons we turned our curve ropes, and we used them as a thread for the dressmaking. From his ribs we built sledge for our children, his hoofs became a clack. His mighty skull against which we leant the whistle was our altar. The name biggest all Sioux was Tatanka Iyotake - Sitting Bull. When you have exterminated the buffalo, you have also killed the Indian - the real, real wild Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;NOUS SIOUX NOUS SENTONS PARENTS AVEC LE BUFFLE. Il est notre frère. Tu ne comprendras jamais la nature et qu'elle signifie pour nous avant que tu ne comprends pas, comme étroitement nous étions liés au buffle. Cet animal était presque notre partie même, une partie de notre âme. Le buffle nous donnait tout de quoi nous avions besoin. Sans lui nous n'aurions pas pu survivre. Nos Tipis étaient faits de sa peau. Sa fourrure était notre lit, notre couverture, nos vêtements d'hiver. Sa peau était notre tambour, ses coups par pulsaient la nuit, vivement et sacrement. De sa peau, nous faisions nos récipients d'eau. Sa viande nous donnait la force, devenait la viande de notre viande. Non la plus petite pièce était gaspillée. Son estomac, dans quoi nous jetions une pierre rouge chaude, était notre bouilloire de soupes. Ses cors étaient nos cuillères, ses os nos couteaux et pour nos femmes l'alêne et aiguille. De ses tendons, nous tournions nos cordes de courbe, et nous les utilisions comme le fil pour la proximité. De ses côtes, nous construisions le traîneau pour nos enfants, ses sabots devenaient Font entendre un bruit de ferraille. Son crâne puissant, contre lequel nous appuyions la pipe, était notre autel. Le nom plus grand tout le Sioux était Tatanka Iyotake - Sitting Bull. Quand vous avez exterminé le buffle, vous avez aussi tué l'Indien - l'Indien réel, véritable sauvage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;SIOUX NOS SENTIMOS PARIENTES CON EL BÚFALO. Él es nuestro hermano. Nunca entenderás la naturaleza y que ella significa para nosotros, antes de que no comprendas cómo estrechamente estábamos ligados con el búfalo. Este animal era casi una parte no mismo, una parte de nuestra alma. El búfalo nos daba todo que necesitábamos. Sin él no habríamos podido sobrevivir. Nuestros Tipis estaban hechos de su piel. Su pellejo era nuestra cama, nuestra manta, nuestra ropa de invierno. Su piel era nuestro tambor, sus golpes por pulsaban la noche, con vida y sacramente. De su piel fabricábamos nuestras vasijas de agua. Su carne nos daba fuerza, se hacía carne de nuestro carne. No la pieza más pequeña era malgastada. Su estómago, en el cual lanzábamos una piedra ardiente caliente, era nuestro hervidor de sopas. Sus cuernos eran nuestras cucharas, sus huesos nuestros cuchillos y para nuestras señoras Ahle y aguja. De sus tendones girábamos nuestras cuerdas de curva, y la usábamos como hilo a la cercanía. De sus costillas construíamos el trineo para nuestros niños, sus cascos se hacían Hacen ruido. Su cráneo poderoso, en el cual apoyábamos el pito, era nuestro altar. El nombre mayor todo el Sioux era Tatanka Iyotake - Sitting Bull. Cuando habéis erradicado al búfalo, habéis también matado al indio - el indio real, real salvaje.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-6145934250889167876?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/6145934250889167876/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=6145934250889167876' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/6145934250889167876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/6145934250889167876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/10/wir-sioux-fuhlen-uns-mit-dem-buffel.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Ssyzqoe2UeI/AAAAAAAABnM/Gk2KN3rP0v4/s72-c/deca4709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-4097217405399445601</id><published>2009-10-07T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:25:09.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorit from Robert Mirabal</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m2kKl8RTVcQ&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m2kKl8RTVcQ&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-4097217405399445601?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/4097217405399445601/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=4097217405399445601' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/4097217405399445601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/4097217405399445601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-favorit-from-robert-mirabel.html' title='My Favorit from Robert Mirabal'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-5677068802712071161</id><published>2009-10-07T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:22:24.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SsyyK55uzTI/AAAAAAAABnE/BWg6uJQs4ZM/s1600-h/bd93bdfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SsyyK55uzTI/AAAAAAAABnE/BWg6uJQs4ZM/s400/bd93bdfa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389878754467040562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIR SIOUX SIND KEIN EINFACHES VOLK - wir sind sehr kompliziert. Wir schauen alles immer aus verschiedenen Blickwinkeln an. Für uns ist in der Freude Schmerz und im Schmerz Freude, genauso wie wir einen Clown gleichzeitig als lustige und tragische Figur empfinden. Alles ist Teil desselben Ganzen — der Natur, die weder traurig ist noch glücklich: sie ist einfach da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;WE SIOUX SIND NO EASY PEOPLE - we are complicated very much. We look at everything always from different points of view. For us pain and in pain is in the joy a joy, just as we feel a clown at the same time as an amusing and tragic figure. Everything is a part of the same whole - the nature which is neither sad nor happily: she is there simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;NOUS SIOUX NE SOMMES aucun SIMPLE PEUPLE - nous sommes beaucoup compliqués. Nous regardons tout toujours des angles visuels différents. Pour nous la douleur et dans la douleur est dans la joie la joie, aussi que nous éprouvons un clown en même temps comme la figure gaie et tragique. Tout est la partie du même tout - la nature qui n'est pas ni triste ni heureusement : elle est là simplement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;SIOUX NO SOMOS NINGÚN PUEBLO FÁCIL - estamos mucho complicados. Miramos todo siempre de ángulos visuales diferentes. Para nosotros el dolor y en el dolor es en la alegría la alegría, tan como experimentamos a un payaso al mismo tiempo como figura alegre y trágica. Todo es la parte del mismo todo - la naturaleza que es ni triste ni felizmente: ella está simplemente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-5677068802712071161?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/5677068802712071161/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=5677068802712071161' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/5677068802712071161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/5677068802712071161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/10/wir-sioux-sind-kein-einfaches-volk-wir.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SsyyK55uzTI/AAAAAAAABnE/BWg6uJQs4ZM/s72-c/bd93bdfa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-798838260470056561</id><published>2009-10-07T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:19:19.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SsyxcLrmwSI/AAAAAAAABm8/vwPghM2JkGM/s1600-h/a5b509b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SsyxcLrmwSI/AAAAAAAABm8/vwPghM2JkGM/s400/a5b509b4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389877951785779490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASST UNS ALLE HIER NIEDERSITZEN in der freien Prärie, wo wir keine Straße und keinen Zaun sehen. Setzen wir uns nicht auf eine Decke, unsere Körper sollen den Boden spüren, die Erde, den Widerstand der Stau- den, die sich unserer Berührung anpassen. Das Gras soll unsere Matratze sein, damit wir seine Schärfe spüren und seine Weichheit. Laßt uns wie Steine sein, wie Pflanzen und Bäume. Laßt uns Tiere sein, laßt uns denken und fühlen wie sie. Horch auf die Luft! Du kannst sie hören, sie spüren, sie riechen und schmecken. Woniya wakan, die heilige Luft, die alles mit ihrem Atem er- neuert. Woniya, woniya wakan: Geist, Leben, Atem, Neuwerdung — das Wort bedeutet all dies. Woniya — wir sitzen nebeneinander, wir berühren uns nicht, aber etwas ist da; wir fühlen, daß etwas in unserer Mitte gegen- wärtig ist. Das ist ein guter Anfang, um über die Natur nachzudenken und über sie zu reden. Aber reden wir nicht nur über sie — reden wir mit ihr, sprechen wir mit den Flüssen, den Seen und den Winden wie mit unseren Verwandten.           Lame Deer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Allow to see to US EVERYBODY HERE TO LOW SEATS in the free Prärie, where we no street and no fence. If we do not sit down on a cover, our bodies should feel the ground, the earth, the opposition the traffic jam that who adapt themselves to our touch. The grass should be our mattress, so that we feel his sharpness and his softness. Let us like stones be, how plants and trees. Let us animals be, let feel to us think and like they. Listen to the air! You can hear them, they feel, they smell and taste. Woniya wakan, the holy air which renews everything with her breath. Woniya, woniya wakan: Mind, life, breath, become new - the word meant all this. Woniya - we sit side by side, we do not touch, but a little bit is there; we feel that something is in our middle counter wärtig. This is a good beginning to think about the nature and to talk about them. However, we talk not only about them we talk with her, we speak with the rivers, the lakes and hoists like with our relatives. Lame Deer&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Ne faites voir à NOUS tous ICI A DES SIEGES BAS dans Prärie libres, où nous aucune rue et aucune clôture. Si nous ne nous mettons pas sur une couverture, nos corps doivent sentir le sol, la terre, la résistance le bouchon celui qui s'adaptent à notre contact. L'herbe doit être notre matelas pour que nous sentions son acuité et sa mollesse. Nous faites être comme des pierres, comme des plantes et arbres. Faites être à nous des animaux, nous faites penser et tâter comme ils. Ecoute l'air! Tu peux les entendre, ils sentent, ils sentent et plaisent. Woniya wakan, le saint air qui renouvelle tout avec sa respiration. Woniya, woniya wakan : L'esprit, la vie, respiration, sont nouveaux - le mot de manière signifiée tous ce. Woniya - nous s'assoient côte à côte, nous ne nous touchons pas, mais est là un peu; nous tâtons que quelque chose est à notre centre contre wärtig. C'est un bon début pour réfléchir sur la nature et en parler. Cependant nous en parlons non seulement nous parlons avec elle, parlons-nous avec les rivières, les lacs et les vents comme avec nos parents. Lame Deer&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;No dejáis ver a NOSOTROS TODOS AQUÍ A ASIENTOS BAJOS en Prärie libres, dónde nosotros ninguna calle y ninguna cerca. Si no nos sentamos una manta, nuestros cuerpos deben sentir la tierra, la tierra, la resistencia la retención el que se adaptan a nuestro roce. La hierba debe ser nuestro colchón, para que sintamos su agudeza y su blandura. Nos dejáis como piedras ser cómo plantas y árboles. Dejáis a nosotros animales ser, nos dejáis pensar y sentir como ella. ¡Escucha en el aire! Puedes oírla, ellos sienten, ellos huelen y saben. Woniya wakan, el aire santo que renueva todo con su respiración. Woniya, woniya wakan: El espíritu, vida, respiración, ponen nuevos - la palabra de modo significado todo estos. Woniya - nosotros se sientan uno al lado del otro, no nos tocamos, pero un poco está; sentimos que algo es en nuestro centro cotra wärtig. Es un buen principio para pensar sobre la naturaleza y hablar de ella. Sin embargo nosotros hablamos no sólo de ella hablamos con ella, decimos con los ríos, los lagos y enredaderas como con nuestros parientes. 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302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Ssd6FXzODCI/AAAAAAAABm0/ZFMC2wjpEGc/s400/fe348cba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388409711878868002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchmal begegnen Dir Menschen,und Du spürst sofort,&lt;br /&gt;das sie aus einen bestimmten Grund in dein Leben getreten sind,&lt;br /&gt;sie einen Zweck erfüllen,Dich eine Lektion des Lebens lehren,&lt;br /&gt;oder Dir dabei helfen,herauszufinden,wer Du bist und wer du sein willst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und manchmal geschehen Dir Sachen,die Dir zwar zuerst Schrecklich...&lt;br /&gt;Schmerzhaft und unfair vorkommen,aber wenn du darüber nachdenkst,&lt;br /&gt;erkennst du,das du ohne die Bewältigung dieser Hindernisse niemals Dein Potential,&lt;br /&gt;Deine Stärke,Willenskraft und Liebe verwirklicht hättest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alles was geschieht,hat einen Grund.....&lt;br /&gt;und eines Tages wirst du wissen.........welchen!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Wicapi wakan/Lakotas Winjan&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes meet you, and you feel immediately,&lt;br /&gt;they have stepped for certain reason in your life,&lt;br /&gt;they fulfil a purpose, you a lesson of the life teach,&lt;br /&gt;or help you to find out who you are and who you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though things, to you sometimes happen to you first Terribly...&lt;br /&gt;Painfully and unfair seem, but if you think about it,&lt;br /&gt;if you, which you without coping of these obstacles never recognise your potential,&lt;br /&gt;Your strength, willpower and love would have realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens what, has a reason.....&lt;br /&gt;and one day you will know......... which!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Wicapi wakan/Lakotas Winjan&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Des gens te rencontrent parfois, et Tu sens immédiatement,&lt;br /&gt;ils ont marché d'une raison certaine dans ta vie,&lt;br /&gt;ils remplissent une fin, une leçon de la vie t'enseignent,&lt;br /&gt;ou aident à découvrir que Tu es et que tu veux être.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et des choses, à Toi se te passent, certes, d'abord Terriblement parfois...&lt;br /&gt;Douloureux et injuste arrivent, mais si tu y réfléchis,&lt;br /&gt;si tu que tu sans prise en compte de ces obstacles ne reconnais jamais ton potentiel,&lt;br /&gt;Ta force, force de volonté et amour aurais réalisé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tout se passe que, a une raison.....&lt;br /&gt;et un jour, tu sauras......... lesquels!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 Wicapi wakan/Lakotas Winjan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;A veces personas se encuentran Contigo, y sientes enseguida,&lt;br /&gt;ellos han andado de una causa determinada en tu vida,&lt;br /&gt;ellos realizan un objetivo, una lección de la vida te enseñan,&lt;br /&gt;o ayudan a descubrir que eres y que quieres ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y, si bien, a veces cosas, a Ti te ocurren al principio Muchísimo...&lt;br /&gt;Doloroso e injusto ocurren, pero si piensas sobre ello,&lt;br /&gt;si tú, que tú sin dominio de estos obstáculos nunca reconoces tu potencial,&lt;br /&gt;Tu fuerza, fuerza de voluntad y amor habrías realizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo ocurre que, tiene una causa.....&lt;br /&gt;¡y un día sabrás......... que!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Wicapi wakan/Lakotas Winjan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Ssc7k9sIKMI/AAAAAAAABms/BHFshJ3SS90/s400/9badd45f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388340985393064130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeder Teil ist meinem Volk heilig.&lt;br /&gt;Jede glitzernde Tannennadel, jeder sandige Strand,&lt;br /&gt;jeder Nebel in den dunklen Wäldern, jede Lichtung,&lt;br /&gt;jedes summende Insekt ist heilig in den Gedanken und Erfahrungen meines Volkes.&lt;br /&gt;Der Saft, der in den Bäumen steigt, trägt die Erinnerung des roten Mannes.&lt;br /&gt;Die Toten der Weissen vergessen das Land ihrer Geburt,&lt;br /&gt;wenn sie fortgehen, um unter den Sternen zu wandeln.&lt;br /&gt;Unsere Toten vergessen diese wunderbare Erde nie –&lt;br /&gt;denn sie ist des roten Mannes Mutter...&lt;br /&gt;Wir wissen, dass der weisse Mann unsere Art nicht versteht.&lt;br /&gt;Ein Teil der Erde ist ihm gleich jedem anderen,&lt;br /&gt;denn er ist ein Fremder, der kommt in der Nacht&lt;br /&gt;und nimmt von der Erde, was er braucht.&lt;br /&gt;Die Erde ist sein Bruder nicht, sondern Feind,&lt;br /&gt;und wenn er sie erobert hat, schreitet er weiter...&lt;br /&gt;Die Luft ist kostbar für den roten Mann,&lt;br /&gt;denn alle Dinge teilen denselben Atem: das Tier, der Baum, der Mensch...&lt;br /&gt;Lehrt eure Kinder, was wir unsere Kinder lehrten: Die Erde ist unsere Mutter...&lt;br /&gt;Schöpfer allen Lebens ist die umfassende, geheimnisvolle Macht...&lt;br /&gt;Alles Leben ist Verkörperung dieser geheimnisvollen Kraft,&lt;br /&gt;und die Erde zu verletzen, heisst, diese Kraft zu verachten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rede des Häuptlings Seattle vom Stamme der Duwamish anl. einer Landübergabe&lt;br /&gt;an Gouverneur Stevens im Jahr 1855&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Every part is holy to my people.&lt;br /&gt;Every glittering fir needle, every sandy beach,&lt;br /&gt;every fog in the dark woods, every clearing,&lt;br /&gt;every humming insect is holy in the thought and experiences of my people.&lt;br /&gt;The juice which rises in the trees carries the recollection of the red man.&lt;br /&gt;The dead people of the white forget the country of her birth,&lt;br /&gt;if they go away to stroll under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Our dead people never forget this miraculous earth -&lt;br /&gt;since she is of the red man a mother...&lt;br /&gt;We know that the white man does not understand our kind.&lt;br /&gt;A part of the earth is to him like anyone,&lt;br /&gt;since he is a stranger, that comes at night&lt;br /&gt;and takes from the earth what he needs.&lt;br /&gt;The earth is not his brother, but enemy,&lt;br /&gt;and if he has conquered them, he further walks...&lt;br /&gt;The air is precious for the red man,&lt;br /&gt;since all things divide the same breath: the animal, the tree, the person...&lt;br /&gt;Teaches your children what we taught our children: The earth is our mother...&lt;br /&gt;Creator all life is the comprehensive, mysterious power...&lt;br /&gt;All life is an embodiment of this mysterious strength,&lt;br /&gt;and to injure the earth, tells to despise this strength...&lt;br /&gt;Speech of headman's Seattle of the trunk of the Duwamish anl. of a land handing over&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Chaque partie est sainte à mon peuple.&lt;br /&gt;Chaque aiguille de sapins scintillant, chaque plage sablonneuse,&lt;br /&gt;chaque brouillard dans les sombres forêts, chaque clairière,&lt;br /&gt;chaque insecte bourdonnant est saint dans l'idée et les expériences de mon peuple.&lt;br /&gt;La jus qui monte dans les arbres, porte le souvenir de l'homme rouge.&lt;br /&gt;Les morts des blancs oublient le pays de sa naissance,&lt;br /&gt;s'ils partent pour changer sous les étoiles.&lt;br /&gt;Nos morts n'oublient jamais cette terre merveilleuse -&lt;br /&gt;car elle est de l'homme rouge mère...&lt;br /&gt;Nous savons que l'homme blanc ne comprend pas notre manière.&lt;br /&gt;Une partie de la terre est à lui semblable à chaque autre,&lt;br /&gt;car il est un étranger, celui-ci vient la nuit&lt;br /&gt;et prend de la terre de quoi il a besoin.&lt;br /&gt;La terre n'est pas son frère, mais l'ennemi,&lt;br /&gt;et s'il les a conquis, il marche plus loin...&lt;br /&gt;L'air est précieux pour l'homme rouge,&lt;br /&gt;car toutes les choses divisent la même respiration : l'animal, l'arbre, la personne...&lt;br /&gt;Enseigne vos enfants que nous enseignions nos enfants : La terre est notre mère...&lt;br /&gt;L'écope toute la vie est le pouvoir global, mystérieux...&lt;br /&gt;Toute la vie est l'incarnation de cette force mystérieuse,&lt;br /&gt;et blesser la terre, dit de mépriser cette force...&lt;br /&gt;Discours du chef de tribu Seattle de la tribu de Duwamish anl. d'une remise de pays&lt;br /&gt;au gouverneur Steven en 1855&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Cada parte es santa a mi pueblo.&lt;br /&gt;Cada aguja de abetos que brilla, cada playa arenosa,&lt;br /&gt;cada niebla en los bosques oscuros, cada calvero,&lt;br /&gt;cada insecto que zumba es santo en el pensamiento y las experiencias de mi pueblo.&lt;br /&gt;El zumo que sube en los árboles, lleva el recuerdo del hombre rojo.&lt;br /&gt;Los muertos de los blancos olvidan el país de su nacimiento,&lt;br /&gt;si ellos parten para cambiar bajo las estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;Nuestros muertos nunca olvidan esta tierra milagrosa -&lt;br /&gt;como ella es del hombre rojo madre...&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que el hombre blanco no entiende nuestro tipo.&lt;br /&gt;Una parte de la tierra es a él semejante a cada otro,&lt;br /&gt;como él es un extranjero, él viene por la noche&lt;br /&gt;y toma de la tierra que él necesita.&lt;br /&gt;La tierra no es su hermano, sino enemigo,&lt;br /&gt;y si él la ha conquistado, él anda más lejos...&lt;br /&gt;El aire es caro para el hombre rojo,&lt;br /&gt;como todas las cosas parten la misma respiración: el animal, el árbol, el hombre...&lt;br /&gt;Enseña a vuestros niños que enseñábamos nuestros niños: La tierra es nuestra madre...&lt;br /&gt;El creador toda vida es el poder amplio, misterioso...&lt;br /&gt;Toda vida es el Verkörperung de esta fuerza misteriosa,&lt;br /&gt;y herir la tierra, se llama menospreciar esta fuerza...&lt;br /&gt;Discurso del jefe de tribu Seattle de la tribu de Duwamish anl. de una entrega rural&lt;br /&gt;al gobernador Steven en 1855&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-2213943223161137420?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/2213943223161137420/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=2213943223161137420' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/2213943223161137420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/2213943223161137420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/10/jeder-teil-ist-meinem-volk-heilig.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Ssc7k9sIKMI/AAAAAAAABms/BHFshJ3SS90/s72-c/9badd45f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-3395880940828744868</id><published>2009-10-03T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T04:48:47.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee &gt;&lt;font size=3 color=blue&gt;Willkommen auf der Hompage vom WeissenLakota&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-3395880940828744868?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/3395880940828744868/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-5404231411279379123</id><published>2009-10-03T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T04:07:21.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SscwYkwoh9I/AAAAAAAABmk/F_uLC__kyP8/s1600-h/8c82eef2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SscwYkwoh9I/AAAAAAAABmk/F_uLC__kyP8/s400/8c82eef2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388328677914740690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo sind heute die Pequot? Wo sind die Narragansett, die Mohicans, die Pokanoket und viele andere einst mächtige Stämme unseres Volkes?&lt;br /&gt;Habgier und Gewalt des weißen Mannes haben sie dahinschwinden lassen, wie Schnee in der Sommersonne. Werden auch wir uns ohne Kampf vernichten lassen, unsere Heimstätten aufgeben, unser Land, das uns der große Geist verliehen, die Gräber unserer Toten und alles, was uns teuer und heilig ist?&lt;br /&gt;Ich weiß, ihr werdet mir zurufen: "Niemals! Niemals!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Where are today the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mohicans, the Pokanoket and many other trunks mighty once of our people?&lt;br /&gt;Greed and power of the white man let them dwindle away, how snow in the summer sun. Can we be also let without fight destroy, our homes surrender, our country which lent us the big mind who is expensive graves of our dead people and everything, what to us and holy?&lt;br /&gt;I know, you will call to me: "Never! Never!" &lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Où est-ce que sont aujourd'hui Pequot ? Où est-ce que sont Narragansett, Mohicans, Pokanoket et beaucoup d'autres tribus puissantes autrefois de notre peuple ?&lt;br /&gt;La cupidité et le pouvoir de l'homme blanc ont fait passer ils, comment la neige au soleil d'été. Nous ferons-nous aussi détruire sans lutte, nos foyers abandonnent, notre pays que nous donnaient le grand esprit qui est cher des tombes de nos morts et tout qu'à nous et saint ?&lt;br /&gt;Je sais, vous me crierez : "Jamais! Jamais!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde son hoy Pequot? ¿Dónde son Narragansett, Mohicans, Pokanoket y muchas otras tribus poderosas antiguamente de nuestro pueblo?&lt;br /&gt;Codicia y poder del hombre blanco la han dejado menguar cómo nieve en el sol de verano. ¿Nos dejaremos también sin lucha anonadar, nuestras viviendas se rinden, nuestro país que nos prestaban el gran espíritu que es caro tumbas de nuestros muertos y todo, que a nosotros y santo?&lt;br /&gt;Sé, me gritaréis: "¡Nunca! ¡Nunca!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-5404231411279379123?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/5404231411279379123/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=5404231411279379123' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/5404231411279379123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/5404231411279379123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/10/wo-sind-heute-die-pequot-wo-sind-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SscwYkwoh9I/AAAAAAAABmk/F_uLC__kyP8/s72-c/8c82eef2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-6442084558773868376</id><published>2009-10-03T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T04:04:43.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SscvxcoCQWI/AAAAAAAABmc/R_znkItKehY/s1600-h/i258359366_44790_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SscvxcoCQWI/AAAAAAAABmc/R_znkItKehY/s400/i258359366_44790_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388328005716296034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich hatte viele englische Wörter gelernt und konnte einen Teil der Zehn Gebote aufsagen. Ich wußte, wie man in einem Bett schläft, zu Jesus betet, sich kämmt, mit Messer und Gabel ißt und wie man die Toilette benutzt. Ebenso hatte ich gelernt, dass der Mensch mit dem Kopf denkt und nicht mit dem Herzen... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;I had learnt many English words and could recite a part of Ten orders. I knew how one sleeps in a bed, to Jesus prays, combs, with knife and fork eats and how one uses the toilet. Also I had learnt that the person with the head thinks and not with the heart... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;J'avais appris beaucoup de mots anglais et pouvais réciter une partie de Dix exigences. Je savais, comment on dort dans un lit, à Jésus prie, se peigne, avec le couteau et la fourchette mange et comme on utilise la toilette. Aussi j'avais appris que la personne de la tête pense et non du coeur... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Había aprendido muchas palabras inglesas y podía recitar una parte de Diez mandamientos. Sabía como se duerme en una cama, a Jesús reza, se peina, con el cuchillo y tenedor come y cómo uno usa el servicio. Igualmente había aprendido que el hombre de la cabeza piensa y no del corazón...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-6442084558773868376?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/6442084558773868376/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=6442084558773868376' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/6442084558773868376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/6442084558773868376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/10/ich-hatte-viele-englische-worter.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SscvxcoCQWI/AAAAAAAABmc/R_znkItKehY/s72-c/i258359366_44790_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-4885692066173908243</id><published>2009-10-03T04:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T04:01:38.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WasicuLakota Native Indian Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dLDWtKhII4M&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dLDWtKhII4M&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-4885692066173908243?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/4885692066173908243/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=4885692066173908243' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/4885692066173908243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/4885692066173908243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/10/wasiculakota-native-indian-music_3424.html' title='WasicuLakota Native Indian Music'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-3563965899014026249</id><published>2009-10-03T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T03:59:57.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sscupvg162I/AAAAAAAABmU/yzWwg8-4DPE/s1600-h/e24ede21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sscupvg162I/AAAAAAAABmU/yzWwg8-4DPE/s400/e24ede21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388326773835819874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Die Weißen haben immer versucht, die Indianer dazu zu bringen, ihr Leben aufzugeben und wie die Weißen Männer zu leben - Land zu bebauen, schwer zu arbeiten und zu tun, was sie taten - , doch die Indianer wussten nicht, wie man das macht und wollten es auch nicht... Hätten die Indianer versucht, die Weißen dazu zu bringen, so zu leben wie sie, dann hätten die Weißen sich gewehrt, und das taten auch viele Indianer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            Wamditanka - Big Eagle - Santee-Sioux&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"The white have always tried to bring the Indians, to give up her life and to live how the white men - to farm country, to work hard and to act what they did - however, the Indians did not know how one makes this and also did not want it... If the Indians had tried to bring the white, as to live as then they, would have defended themselves the white, and many Indians also did this." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            Wamditanka - Big Eagle - Santee Sioux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Les blancs ont toujours tenté d'apporter en plus les Indiens, de donner leur vie et de vivre comme les hommes blancs - de bâtir le pays de travailler difficilement et de faire qu'ils faisaient - mais les Indiens ne savaient pas, comment on fait cela et ne le voulaient pas non plus... Si les Indiens avaient tenté d'apporter en plus les blancs d'aussi vivre qu'ils, alors se seraient défendus les blancs, et beaucoup d'Indiens faisaient aussi cela." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            Wamditanka - Big Eagle - Santee-Sioux&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Los blancos han tratado siempre de traer a los indios, de facturar su vida y de vivir cómo los hombres blancos - de edificar el país, de trabajar mucho y de hacer que ellos hacían - pero los indios no sabían como uno lo hace y tampoco lo querían... Si los indios habrían tratado de traer a los blancos, de tan vivir como luego ellos, se habrían defendido los blancos, y muchos indios lo hacían también." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            Wamditanka - Big Eagle - Santee-Sioux&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-3563965899014026249?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/3563965899014026249/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=3563965899014026249' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3563965899014026249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3563965899014026249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/10/die-weien-haben-immer-versucht-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sscupvg162I/AAAAAAAABmU/yzWwg8-4DPE/s72-c/e24ede21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-8070868471382830918</id><published>2009-10-03T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T03:55:44.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SsctqqfEGwI/AAAAAAAABmM/KjcEtucNuys/s1600-h/be4b391d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SsctqqfEGwI/AAAAAAAABmM/KjcEtucNuys/s400/be4b391d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388325690154425090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dieser Krieg hat nicht hier in unserem Land begonnnen; diesen Krieg haben die Kinder des Großen Vaters über uns gebracht, die gekommen sind und uns unser Land ohne Bezahlung wegnahmen und die in unserem Land viele böse Dinge tun. Der Große Vater und seine Kinder sind an diesem Unheil schuld... Es ist unser Wunsch gewesen, friedlich in unserem Land zu leben und Dinge zu tun, die zum Wohl und Nutzen unseres Volkes sind, doch der Große Vater hat es mit Soldaten besetzt, die nur unseren Tod wollen. Manche von unseren Leuten, die von hier fortgingen, weil sie woanders besser zu leben hofften, und andere, die nach Norden gingen, um zu jagen, wurden von den Soldaten aus dieser Richtung angegriffen, und als sie in den Norden kamen, wurden sie von der anderen Seite von Soldaten angegriffen, und jetzt, da sie zurück kommen möchten, stellen sich die Soldaten ihnen entgegen und hindern sie daran, heim zu kommen. Ich glaube, dass es einen besseren Weg gibt. Wenn Menschen in Streit geraten, ist es für beide Parteien besser, ohne Waffen zusammen zu kommen und zu verhandeln und eine friedliche Lösung zu finden." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinte-Galeshka - Spotted Tail - Brule-Sioux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"This war has not begun here in our country; this war have brought the children of the big father about us who have come and took away from us our country without payment and do in our country many bad things. The tallness father and his children are to blame for this evil... It has been our wish to live peacefully in our country and to do things which are cheers and use of our people, however, the tallness father has taken it with soldiers who want only our death. Some of our people who went away from here because they hoped to live somewhere else better, and others which went to the north to go hunting were attacked by the soldiers from this direction, and when they came to the north, they were attacked by the other side of soldiers, and now, because they would like to come back, the soldiers oppose them and stop them from coming home. I think that it gives away a better one. If people get in quarrel, it is better for both parties to gather without weapons and to negotiate and to find a peaceful solution." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinte-Galeshka - Spotted Tail - Brule Sioux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Cette guerre n'a pas commencé ici dans notre pays; cette guerre ont apporté les enfants du grand père sur nous qui sont venus et nous enlevaient notre pays sans paiement et font dans notre pays beaucoup de choses méchantes. Le grand père et ses enfants sont coupables de ce malheur... Il a été notre souhait de vivre paisiblement dans notre pays et de faire des choses qui sont au bien et profit de notre peuple, mais le grand père l'a occupé avec des soldats qui veulent seulement notre mort. Certains de nos gens qui partaient d'ici parce qu'ils espéraient mieux vivre ailleurs, et les autres qui allaient vers nord pour chasser étaient attaqués par les soldats de cette direction, et quand ils venaient dans le nord, ils étaient attaqués par l'autre côté des soldats, et maintenant, puisqu'ils voudraient revenir, les soldats s'opposent à eux et empêchent de rentrer. Je pense qu'il y a un meilleur chemin. Si des gens arrivent le conflit, c'est meilleur pour les deux partis de se réunir sans armes et de négocier et de trouver une solution paisible." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinte-Galeshka - Spotted Tail - Brule-Sioux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Esta guerra no ha comenzado aquí en nuestro país; esta guerra han traído los niños del gran padre sobre nosotros que han venido y quitaban a nosotros nuestro país sin pago y hacen en nuestro país muchas cosas malas. El gran padre y sus niños son culpables de este mal... Ha sido nuestro deseo de vivir pacíficamente en nuestro país y de hacer cosas que son al bien y utilidad de nuestro pueblo, pero el gran padre lo ha ocupado con soldados que quieren sólo nuestra muerte. Algunos de nuestra gente que partía de aquí, porque ellos esperaban de vivir en otro sitio mejor, y otros que iban después del norte para cazar eran atacados por los soldados de esta dirección, y cuando ellos venían al norte, ellos eran atacados del otro lado por soldados, y ahora, dado que ellos quisieran volver, los soldados los oponen y le molestan volver a casa. Creo que hay un camino mejor. Si personas llegan a la disputa, es mejor para los ambos partidos a reunirse sin armas y a negociar y a encontrar una solución pacífica." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinte-Galeshka - Spotted Tail - Brule-Sioux&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-8070868471382830918?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/8070868471382830918/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=8070868471382830918' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/8070868471382830918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/8070868471382830918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/10/dieser-krieg-hat-nicht-hier-in-unserem.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SsctqqfEGwI/AAAAAAAABmM/KjcEtucNuys/s72-c/be4b391d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-5802871574377914664</id><published>2009-10-03T03:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T03:51:44.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WasicuLakota Native Indian Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z3eSGD0ifGM&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z3eSGD0ifGM&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-5802871574377914664?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/5802871574377914664/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=5802871574377914664' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/5802871574377914664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/5802871574377914664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/10/wasiculakota-native-indian-music_03.html' title='WasicuLakota Native Indian Music'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-1443991008966032687</id><published>2009-10-03T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T03:50:52.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sscshiow30I/AAAAAAAABmE/g3AmF7ITSK4/s1600-h/27ae8336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sscshiow30I/AAAAAAAABmE/g3AmF7ITSK4/s400/27ae8336.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388324433917173570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sind Frauen und Kinder nicht furchtsamer als Männer? Die Cheyennekrieger haben keine Angst, doch habt ihr nie von Sand Creek gehört? Eure Soldaten sehen genauso aus wie jene, die dort Frauen und Kinder niedergemetzelt haben." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Are women and children not more timourous than men? The Cheyenne warrior are not afraid, however, you have never belonged from sand Creek? Your soldiers just look like that which have massacred there women and children." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Est-ce que des femmes et enfants sont pas plus craintives que des hommes ? Cheyenne le guerrier n'ont pas peur, mais vous n'avez jamais fait partie du sable Creek ? Vos soldats paraissent aussi comme celui-là qui ont massacré là des femmes et enfants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"¿Mujeres y niños son no más temerosas que hombres? ¿Cheyenne el guerrero no tienen miedo, pero nunca habéis oído de arena Creek? Vuestros soldados tienen aspecto asimismo como aquél que han matado a cuchillo allá a mujeres y a niños."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-1443991008966032687?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/1443991008966032687/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=1443991008966032687' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/1443991008966032687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/1443991008966032687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/10/sind-frauen-und-kinder-nicht.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sscshiow30I/AAAAAAAABmE/g3AmF7ITSK4/s72-c/27ae8336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-8317545231966446972</id><published>2009-10-03T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T03:48:02.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sscr2yxdc5I/AAAAAAAABl8/Ez95M9m5Lyc/s1600-h/3e7ab6c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sscr2yxdc5I/AAAAAAAABl8/Ez95M9m5Lyc/s400/3e7ab6c6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388323699514241938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wir waren einst Freunde der Weißen, doch ihr habt uns mit euren Machenschaften aus dem Weg gestoßen, und jetzt, da wir miteinander verhandeln, stoßt ihr einander dauernd an. Warum sprecht ihr nicht aufrichtig und lasst alles gut werden?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Black Kettle zu den Indianern am Medicine Creek Lodge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Once we were friends of the white, however, you have pushed us with your machination from the way, and now, because we negotiate with each other, you push each other permanently. Why do you not speak sincerely and do make everything well?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Black Kettle to the Indians in the Medicine Creek Lodge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Autrefois, nous étions amis des blancs, mais vous nous avez poussé avec vos manoeuvres du chemin, et maintenant, puisque nous négocions l'un avec l'autre, vous heurtez continuellement l'un l'autre. Pourquoi ne parlez-vous pas sincèrement et faites être bon tout ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Black Kettle aux Indiens à Medicine Creek Lodge &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Antiguamente éramos amigos de los blancos, pero nos habéis empujado con vuestros enredos del camino, y ahora, dado que negociamos uno con otro, empujáis continuamente mutuamente. ¿Por qué no habláis sinceramente y dejáis todo estar bien?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Black Kettle a los indios en Medicine Creek Lodge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-8317545231966446972?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/8317545231966446972/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=8317545231966446972' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/8317545231966446972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/8317545231966446972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/10/wir-waren-einst-freunde-der-weien-doch.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sscr2yxdc5I/AAAAAAAABl8/Ez95M9m5Lyc/s72-c/3e7ab6c6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-6989725110571291474</id><published>2009-10-03T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T03:43:07.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WasicuLakota Native Indian Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fhtCrHCNQm0&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fhtCrHCNQm0&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-6989725110571291474?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/6989725110571291474/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=6989725110571291474' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/6989725110571291474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/6989725110571291474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/10/wasiculakota-native-indian-music.html' title='WasicuLakota Native Indian Music'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-1240868594003471549</id><published>2009-10-03T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T03:41:21.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SscqSXxgdtI/AAAAAAAABl0/nhQzqSRHZAI/s1600-h/0ee41f1d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SscqSXxgdtI/AAAAAAAABl0/nhQzqSRHZAI/s400/0ee41f1d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388321974279763666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Der Mensch hat das Netz des Lebens nicht gewebt, er ist nur ein Faden darin. Was immer er ihm antut, tut er sich selbst an."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"The person has not weaved the net of the life, it is only one thread in it. What always he does to him, he does himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"La personne n'a pas tissé le secteur de la vie, il est seulement un fil en cela. Ce que toujours il lui fait, il fait lui-même."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................."El hombre no ha tejido la red de la vida, él es sólo un hilo en eso. Lo que siempre él le hace, él se hace a él mismo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-1240868594003471549?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/1240868594003471549/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=1240868594003471549' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/1240868594003471549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/1240868594003471549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/10/der-mensch-hat-das-netz-des-lebens.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SscqSXxgdtI/AAAAAAAABl0/nhQzqSRHZAI/s72-c/0ee41f1d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-1440114693459848270</id><published>2009-07-25T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:11:50.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasicu Lakota Native Indian Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fhtCrHCNQm0&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fhtCrHCNQm0&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-1440114693459848270?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/1440114693459848270/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=1440114693459848270' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/1440114693459848270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/1440114693459848270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/07/wasicu-lakota-native-indian-music.html' title='Wasicu Lakota Native Indian Music'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-8595507123769494459</id><published>2009-07-24T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T11:06:32.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Smn4Isto9MI/AAAAAAAABlk/TNnWYqmDZfw/s1600-h/Indian-22.jpg_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Smn4Isto9MI/AAAAAAAABlk/TNnWYqmDZfw/s400/Indian-22.jpg_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362089659686515906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mit neuer Kraft..&lt;br /&gt;mit Sonne im Herzen..&lt;br /&gt;und einem Lächeln...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bin ich wieder da!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-8595507123769494459?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/8595507123769494459/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=8595507123769494459' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/8595507123769494459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/8595507123769494459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/07/mit-neuer-kraft.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Smn4Isto9MI/AAAAAAAABlk/TNnWYqmDZfw/s72-c/Indian-22.jpg_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-3250860027913254973</id><published>2009-06-15T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:09:06.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasicu Lakota Native Indian Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ArTYNklKDj4&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ArTYNklKDj4&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-3250860027913254973?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/3250860027913254973/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=3250860027913254973' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3250860027913254973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3250860027913254973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/06/wasicu-lakota-native-indian-music_1411.html' title='Wasicu Lakota Native Indian Music'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-1306397264083343082</id><published>2009-06-15T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:08:19.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SjZj4CDuTsI/AAAAAAAABlc/LD0Vp9iw02U/s1600-h/1603~Blaue-Seide-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SjZj4CDuTsI/AAAAAAAABlc/LD0Vp9iw02U/s400/1603~Blaue-Seide-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347571421825355458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-1306397264083343082?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/1306397264083343082/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=1306397264083343082' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/1306397264083343082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/1306397264083343082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SjZj4CDuTsI/AAAAAAAABlc/LD0Vp9iw02U/s72-c/1603~Blaue-Seide-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-2801752017397769535</id><published>2009-06-15T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:07:43.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... die Stimme des Großen Geistes spricht aus dem Gezwitscher der Vögel, dem Rauschen der mächtigen Flüsse und dem süßen Atem der Blumen. Wenn dieser Glaube als Heidentum bezeichnet wird, dann bekenne ich, dass ich eine Heidin bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gertrude Simmons   Bonnin, Dakota Sioux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;... the voice of the big mind speaks from the twitter of the birds, the rushing of the mighty rivers and the sweet breath of the flowers. If this faith is called heathenism, I confess that I am a Heidin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gertrude Simmons Bonnin, Dakota Sioux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;... la voix du grand esprit parle du gazouillement des oiseaux, le bruit des rivières puissantes et de la respiration sucrée des fleurs. Si cette foi est qualifiée du paganisme, je connais que je suis Heidin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gertrude Simmons Bonnin, Dakota Sioux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;... la voz del gran espíritu habla del gorjeo de los pájaros, el ruido de los ríos poderosos y la respiración dulce de las flores. Si esta creencia es llamada el paganismo, yo confieso que soy Heidin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gertrude Simmons Bonnin, Dakota Sioux&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-2801752017397769535?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/2801752017397769535/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=2801752017397769535' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/2801752017397769535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/2801752017397769535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-5332587551469144315</id><published>2009-06-15T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:04:34.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee &gt;&lt;font size=3 color=blue&gt;Über einen Kommentar würde ich mich sehr freuen...I would be glad about a comment very much...Je me réjouirais beaucoup d'un commentaire...Me alegraría mucho por un comentario... WasicuLakota &lt;/font&gt; &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-5332587551469144315?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/5332587551469144315/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=5332587551469144315' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/5332587551469144315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/5332587551469144315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/06/uber-einen-kommentar-wurde-ich-mich_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-7423056577077682338</id><published>2009-06-15T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:03:48.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasicu Lakota Native Indian Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y2C1sAxzDOM&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y2C1sAxzDOM&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-7423056577077682338?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/7423056577077682338/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=7423056577077682338' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/7423056577077682338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/7423056577077682338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/06/wasicu-lakota-native-indian-music_15.html' title='Wasicu Lakota Native Indian Music'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-7027735006847158273</id><published>2009-06-15T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:02:30.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SjZiciLOf2I/AAAAAAAABlU/FWVq13EbnN4/s1600-h/58bc_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SjZiciLOf2I/AAAAAAAABlU/FWVq13EbnN4/s400/58bc_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347569849898794850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hört mich an, ihr Himmelsrichtungen der Welt – ich gehöre zu euch! Gebt mir die Kraft, auf der weichen Erde zu wandeln, mit allem verbunden, was da ist! Gebt meinen Augen die Fähigkeit zu sehen und die Weisheit zu verstehen, so dass ich wie ihr bin. Nur mit eurer Kraft kann ich dem Wind trotzen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Elk, Medizinmann der Oglala Sioux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Listens to me, her directions of the world - I belong to you! Give me the strength to stroll on the soft earth, linked with all what is there! Give to my eyes to see the ability and to understand the wisdom, so that I am like her. Only with your strength I can resist the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Elk, witch doctor of the Oglala Sioux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;M'écoute, leurs points cardinaux du monde - je fais partie de vous! Me donnez la force changer sur la terre molle, lié avec tout qui est là! Donnez à mes yeux voir la capacité et comprendre la sagesse si bien que je sois comme elle. Seulement avec votre force, je peux braver le vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Elk, le sorcier d'Oglala Sioux&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;¡Me escucha, sus puntos cardinales del mundo - pertenezco a vosotros! ¡Me dais la fuerza para cambiar en la tierra blanda, ligado con todo que está! Dais a mis ojos para ver la capacidad y para entender la sabiduría, de manera que yo sea como ella. Sólo con vuestra fuerza puedo resistirme al viento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Elk, médico de Oglala Sioux&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-7027735006847158273?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/7027735006847158273/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=7027735006847158273' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/7027735006847158273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/7027735006847158273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/06/hort-mich-ihr-himmelsrichtungen-der.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SjZiciLOf2I/AAAAAAAABlU/FWVq13EbnN4/s72-c/58bc_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-5873270607723644334</id><published>2009-06-15T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:52:54.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SjZgQbNdCZI/AAAAAAAABlM/FE19rpFB1kI/s1600-h/72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SjZgQbNdCZI/AAAAAAAABlM/FE19rpFB1kI/s400/72.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347567442847402386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Der Mensch hat das Netz des Lebens nicht gewebt, er ist nur ein Faden darin. Was immer er ihm antut, tut er sich selbst an."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chief Seattle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"The person has not weaved the net of the life, it is only one thread in it. What always he does to him, he does himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chief Seattle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"La personne n'a pas tissé le secteur de la vie, il est seulement un fil en cela. Ce que toujours il lui fait, il fait lui-même."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chief Seattle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"El hombre no ha tejido la red de la vida, él es sólo un hilo en eso. Lo que siempre él le hace, él se hace a él mismo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chief Seattle)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-5873270607723644334?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/5873270607723644334/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=5873270607723644334' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/5873270607723644334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/5873270607723644334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/06/der-mensch-hat-das-netz-des-lebens.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SjZgQbNdCZI/AAAAAAAABlM/FE19rpFB1kI/s72-c/72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-6975864338796555365</id><published>2009-06-09T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:58:05.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee &gt;&lt;font size=3 color=blue&gt;Über einen Kommentar würde ich mich sehr freuen...I would be glad about a comment very much...Je me réjouirais beaucoup d'un commentaire...Me alegraría mucho por un comentario... 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SiaSkg-M3AI/AAAAAAAABk8/6-SRcpYi1Ds/s1600-h/y1pVsUMtd-qm4kKJnEcrqQ3eSyIdIAj3s6dHHLdsIh652Y-eRFkuuGxuooxg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SiaSkg-M3AI/AAAAAAAABk8/6-SRcpYi1Ds/s400/y1pVsUMtd-qm4kKJnEcrqQ3eSyIdIAj3s6dHHLdsIh652Y-eRFkuuGxuooxg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343119163945442306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIB MIR AUGEN ZU SEHEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grossvater, grosser Geist!&lt;br /&gt;Schau mich an und neige dich mir zu.&lt;br /&gt;Ich sende dir meine Stimme!&lt;br /&gt;Du warst immer, und vor dir war niemand.&lt;br /&gt;Jedes Ding ist von dir geschaffen.&lt;br /&gt;Den Tag und alles an diesem Tag hast du bewirkt.&lt;br /&gt;Den guten Weg und den Weg der Mühsal&lt;br /&gt;lässt u einander kreuzen.&lt;br /&gt;Mache mich stark, über die sanfte Erde zu gehen,&lt;br /&gt;ein Verwandter von allem, was ist!&lt;br /&gt;Gib mir Augen zum Erkennen und Einsicht zum Verstehen.&lt;br /&gt;Zeige mir die Güte und Schönheit und Seltsamkeit&lt;br /&gt;der grünenden Erde, unserer einzigen Mutter.&lt;br /&gt;Nimm deine Kinder und deren Kinder in den Arm,&lt;br /&gt;auf dass sie den Winden standhalten mögen&lt;br /&gt;und den guten Weg gehen bis zum Tag des Friedens.&lt;br /&gt;Dies ist meine Bitte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sioux)&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME TO SEE EYES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather, big mind!&lt;br /&gt;Look at me and lean towards to me.&lt;br /&gt;I send you my voice!&lt;br /&gt;You were always, and before you nobody was.&lt;br /&gt;Every thing is created by you.&lt;br /&gt;You have caused the day and everything on this day.&lt;br /&gt;The good way and the way of the drudgery&lt;br /&gt;allows to cruise and to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Structure me strongly to go above the gentle earth&lt;br /&gt;a relative of all what is!&lt;br /&gt;Give me eyes for recognising and examination to the understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Show me the goodness and beauty and strangeness&lt;br /&gt;the greening earth, our only mother.&lt;br /&gt;Take your children and their children in the arm,&lt;br /&gt;on that they may stand firm to hoists&lt;br /&gt;and the good way go up to the day of the peace.&lt;br /&gt;This is my request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sioux)&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;DONNE-MOI VOIR DES YEUX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand-père, grand esprit!&lt;br /&gt;Regarde-moi et incline-toi-moi.&lt;br /&gt;Je t'envoie ma voix!&lt;br /&gt;Tu étais toujours, et devant toi personne n'était.&lt;br /&gt;Chaque chose est créée par toi.&lt;br /&gt;Tu as provoqué le jour et tout ce jour.&lt;br /&gt;Le bon chemin et le chemin des peines&lt;br /&gt;fait croiser u à l'un l'autre.&lt;br /&gt;Fabrication moi au plus fort d'aller sur la terre douce&lt;br /&gt;un parent de tout qui est!&lt;br /&gt;Donne-moi des yeux pour reconnaître et inspection pour la compréhension.&lt;br /&gt;Montre-moi la bonté et beauté et singularité&lt;br /&gt;la terre verdissant, notre unique mère.&lt;br /&gt;Prends tes enfants et ses enfants dans le bras,&lt;br /&gt;sur qu'ils peuvent résister aux vents&lt;br /&gt;et le bon chemin vont jusqu'au jour de la paix.&lt;br /&gt;C'est ma demande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sioux)&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;DAME PARA VER OJOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Abuelo, gran espíritu!&lt;br /&gt;Mírame e inclínate hacia mí.&lt;br /&gt;¡Te envío mi voz!&lt;br /&gt;Eras siempre, y antes de ti nadie era.&lt;br /&gt;Cada cosa está creada por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Has provocado el día y todo de este día.&lt;br /&gt;El buen camino y el camino del trabajo penoso&lt;br /&gt;deja u navegar en bolina a mutuamente.&lt;br /&gt;Apariencia mí mucho de ir sobre la tierra suave&lt;br /&gt;¡un pariente de todo que es!&lt;br /&gt;Dame ojos para reconocer y comprensión para entender.&lt;br /&gt;Muéstrame la bondad y hermosura y singularidad&lt;br /&gt;la tierra que verdea, nuestra única madre.&lt;br /&gt;Toma a tus niños y a sus niños en el brazo,&lt;br /&gt;en que ellos pueden resistir a enredaderas&lt;br /&gt;y el buen camino van hasta el día de la paz.&lt;br /&gt;Esto es mi ruego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sioux)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-7350026116590604294?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/7350026116590604294/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=8802815265646043792' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/8802815265646043792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/8802815265646043792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/06/willkommen-auf-der-hompage-vom.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-2789748735095911452</id><published>2009-06-03T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:07:20.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gebet der Indianer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SiaRpMd6zcI/AAAAAAAABk0/xlyVMKoVpqg/s1600-h/indian-45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SiaRpMd6zcI/AAAAAAAABk0/xlyVMKoVpqg/s400/indian-45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343118144829050306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIN GEWAND AUS LICHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Himmel, du unser Vater.&lt;br /&gt;Webe uns ein Gewand aus Licht.&lt;br /&gt;Lass die Fäden das helle Morgenlicht sein,&lt;br /&gt;macht den Saum wie das Abendrot,&lt;br /&gt;die Fransen wie fallenden Regen.&lt;br /&gt;So webe uns ein Gewand aus Licht,&lt;br /&gt;dass wir auf heilige Weise wandern,&lt;br /&gt;so die Vögel singen,&lt;br /&gt;dass wir auf heilige Weise leben,&lt;br /&gt;wo das Gras saftig ist.&lt;br /&gt;Erde, unsere Mutter,&lt;br /&gt;Himmel, unser Vater,&lt;br /&gt;so soll es sein!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tewa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;A GARMENT FROM LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky, you our father.&lt;br /&gt;Weave us a garment from light.&lt;br /&gt;Let the threads the bright morning light be,&lt;br /&gt;makes the hemline like the afterglow,&lt;br /&gt;the threads like falling rain.&lt;br /&gt;Thus a garment from light weaves us,&lt;br /&gt;the fact that we walk in holy manner,&lt;br /&gt;so the birds sing,&lt;br /&gt;the fact that we live in holy manner,&lt;br /&gt;where the grass is juicy.&lt;br /&gt;Earth, our mother,&lt;br /&gt;Sky, our father,&lt;br /&gt;thus it should be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tewa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;UNE ROBE DE LA LUMIERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciel, tu notre père.&lt;br /&gt;Tisse à nous une robe de la lumière.&lt;br /&gt;Si la claire lumière de matin fait être les fils,&lt;br /&gt;fait la lisière comme le coucher de soleil,&lt;br /&gt;les franges comme la pluie tombant.&lt;br /&gt;Ainsi une robe de la lumière nous tisse,&lt;br /&gt;ce que nous faisons de la marche de la sainte manière,&lt;br /&gt;ainsi les oiseaux chantent,&lt;br /&gt;ce que nous vivons de la sainte manière,&lt;br /&gt;où l'herbe est juteuse.&lt;br /&gt;Terre, notre mère,&lt;br /&gt;Ciel, notre père,&lt;br /&gt;ainsi il doit être!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tewa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;UNA VESTIMENTA DE LA LUZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cielo, tú nuestro padre.&lt;br /&gt;Teje a nosotros una vestimenta de la luz.&lt;br /&gt;Deja los hilos la clara luz de mañana ser,&lt;br /&gt;hace el dobladillo como Rojo de tarde,&lt;br /&gt;los flecos como la lluvia que cae.&lt;br /&gt;Así una vestimenta de la luz nos teje,&lt;br /&gt;lo que caminamos a la manera santa,&lt;br /&gt;así los pájaros cantan,&lt;br /&gt;lo que vivimos a la manera santa,&lt;br /&gt;dónde la hierba es jugosa.&lt;br /&gt;Tierra, nuestra madre,&lt;br /&gt;Cielo, nuestro padre,&lt;br /&gt;¡así esto debe ser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tewa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-2789748735095911452?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/06/wasicu-lakota-native-indian-music.html' title='Wasicu Lakota Native Indian Music'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-4645957285811642474</id><published>2009-06-03T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:56:17.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SiaPDcuGi5I/AAAAAAAABks/UwQtPpwYwPk/s1600-h/74390836udWjQu_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SiaPDcuGi5I/AAAAAAAABks/UwQtPpwYwPk/s400/74390836udWjQu_ph.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343115297333611410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du kannst den Regenbogen nicht haben, wenn es nicht irgendwo regnet.Tötet nicht die Bäume, macht nicht das Wasser unserer Flüsse trübe. &lt;br /&gt;* Sprichwort der Pueblo-Indianer *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;You cannot have the rainbow if it rains not somewhere. Does not kill the trees, does not make the water of our rivers cloudily. &lt;br /&gt;* Saying of the Pueblo Indians *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne peux pas avoir la courbe de pluie, s'il pleut non quelque part. Ne tue pas les arbres, ne fait pas l'eau de nos rivières trouble. &lt;br /&gt;* Proverbe des Indiens de Pueblo *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;No puedes tener la curva de lluvia si llueve no en alguna parte. No mata los árboles, no hace el agua de nuestros ríos enturbia. &lt;br /&gt;* Proverbio de los Pueblo indios *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-4645957285811642474?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/4645957285811642474/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=4645957285811642474' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/4645957285811642474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/4645957285811642474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/06/du-kannst-den-regenbogen-nicht-haben.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SiaPDcuGi5I/AAAAAAAABks/UwQtPpwYwPk/s72-c/74390836udWjQu_ph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-1331440002336069095</id><published>2009-06-03T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:54:05.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SiaOiQJQbNI/AAAAAAAABkk/gH-fUuarv0c/s1600-h/147b_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SiaOiQJQbNI/AAAAAAAABkk/gH-fUuarv0c/s400/147b_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343114727022161106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weisst Du, dass Bäume reden? Ja, sie reden. Sie sprechen miteinander, und sie sprechen zu dir, wenn du zuhörst. Aber die weißen Menschen hören nicht zu. Sie haben es nie der Mühe wert gefunden, uns Indianer anzuhören, und ich fürchte, sie werden auch auf die anderen Stimmen in der Natur nicht hören. Ich selbst habe viel von den Bäumen erfahren: manchmal etwas über das Wetter, manchmal über Tiere, manchmal über den Großen Geist.&lt;br /&gt;*Tatanga Mani*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that trees talk? Yes, they talk. They speak with each other, and they speak to you if you listen. But the white people do not listen. They have never found of the trouble worth to listen to Indian to us, and I fear, they will also not hear on the other voices in the nature. I myself have got to know a lot from the trees: sometimes something about the weather, sometimes about animals, sometimes about the big mind.&lt;br /&gt;*Tatanga Mani*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Sais-tu que des arbres parlent ? Oui, ils parlent. Ils parlent l'un avec l'autre, et ils parlent à toi, si tu écoutes. Mais les gens blancs n'écoutent pas. Ils ne l'ont jamais trouvé de l'effort cher écouter l'Indien à nous, et je crains, ils n'entendront pas aussi sur les autres voix dans la nature. J'ai appris moi-même beaucoup des arbres : parfois quelque chose sur le temps, parfois sur des animaux, parfois sur le grand esprit.&lt;br /&gt;*Tatanga Mani*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;¿Tú sabes que árboles hablan? Sí, ellos hablan. Ellos hablan uno con otro, y ellos hablan a ti si escuchas. Pero las personas blancas no escuchan. Ellos nunca han encontrado del esfuerzo estimado escuchar al indio a nosotros, y temo, ellos no oirán también en las otras voces en la naturaleza. Me misma he llegado a saber mucho de los árboles: a veces algo sobre el tiempo, a veces sobre animales, a veces sobre el gran espíritu.&lt;br /&gt;*Tatanga Mani*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-1331440002336069095?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/1331440002336069095/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=1331440002336069095' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/1331440002336069095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/1331440002336069095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/06/weisst-du-dass-baume-reden-ja-sie-reden.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/SiaOiQJQbNI/AAAAAAAABkk/gH-fUuarv0c/s72-c/147b_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-2627633288224250502</id><published>2009-05-29T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T06:12:29.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee &gt;&lt;font size=3 color=blue&gt;E-Mail adress: Weisselakota@yahoo.de &lt;/font&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_bSeCS7YI/AAAAAAAABkc/a80YevJvyR0/s400/forever.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341228793431518594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wozu brauchen wir die Zeit? Damals, in den alten Tagen, brauchten wir sie nicht.&lt;br /&gt;Wir richteten uns nach Anfang und Untergang der Sonne. Wir mussten uns niemals beeilen.&lt;br /&gt;Wir brauchten nie auf die Uhr zu blicken. Wir mussten nicht zu einer bestimmten Zeit bei der Arbeit sein.&lt;br /&gt;Wir taten, was getan werden musste, wenn uns danach war.&lt;br /&gt;Aber wir achteten darauf, es zu tun, bevor der Tag zu Ende ging.&lt;br /&gt;Wir hatten mehr Zeit, denn der Tag war noch ganz.&lt;br /&gt;Scott Eagle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;For what do we need the time? At that time, during the old days, we did not need them.&lt;br /&gt;We were directed after the beginning and setting of the sun. We never had to hurry up.&lt;br /&gt;We never needed to look at the clock. We did not have to be at a certain time at the work.&lt;br /&gt;We acted what had to be done if to us seemed good.&lt;br /&gt;But we paid attention to do it, before the day came to an end.&lt;br /&gt;We had more time, because the day was still whole.&lt;br /&gt;Scott Eagle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Pour quoi avons-nous besoin du temps ? A l'époque, dans les vieux jours, nous n'en avions pas besoin.&lt;br /&gt;Nous nous adaptions après le début et déclin du soleil. Nous ne devions jamais nous dépêcher.&lt;br /&gt;Nous n'avions jamais besoin de regarder l'heure. Nous ne devions pas être à un temps certain au travail.&lt;br /&gt;Nous faisions qui devait être fait, si à nous était après cela.&lt;br /&gt;Mais nous faisions attention le faire avant que le jour prenne fin.&lt;br /&gt;Nous avions plus de temps, car le jour était encore tout.&lt;br /&gt;Scott Eagle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;¿Para qué necesitamos el tiempo? Entonces, en los días viejos, no la necesitábamos.&lt;br /&gt;Nos ajustábamos después del principio y puesta del sol. Nunca teníamos que darnos prisa.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca teníamos que de mirar a la hora. No teníamos que ser hacia un tiempo determinado con el trabajo.&lt;br /&gt;Hacíamos que tenía que ser hecho si a nosotros era después.&lt;br /&gt;Pero atendíamos en hacer, antes de que el día tocara a fin.&lt;br /&gt;Teníamos más tiempo, como el día era todavía todo.&lt;br /&gt;Scott Eagle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-8353481646100903457?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/8353481646100903457/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=8353481646100903457' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/8353481646100903457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/8353481646100903457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/wozu-brauchen-wir-die-zeit-damals-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_bSeCS7YI/AAAAAAAABkc/a80YevJvyR0/s72-c/forever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-2243192558923040532</id><published>2009-05-29T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:48:35.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasicu Lakota Native Indian Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4gyCiBBPwyI&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4gyCiBBPwyI&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-2243192558923040532?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/2243192558923040532/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=2243192558923040532' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/2243192558923040532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/2243192558923040532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/wasicu-lakota-native-indian-music_1840.html' title='Wasicu Lakota Native Indian Music'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-7876719891864391611</id><published>2009-05-29T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:45:23.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee &gt;&lt;font size=3 color=blue&gt;Über einen Kommentar würde ich mich sehr freuen...I would be glad about a comment very much...Je me réjouirais beaucoup d'un commentaire...Me alegraría mucho por un comentario... WasicuLakota &lt;/font&gt; &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-7876719891864391611?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/7876719891864391611/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=7876719891864391611' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/7876719891864391611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/7876719891864391611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/uber-einen-kommentar-wurde-ich-mich.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-5019331275417584509</id><published>2009-05-29T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:41:29.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_X9ZtJCPI/AAAAAAAABkU/oDbVM2ANy0U/s1600-h/b49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_X9ZtJCPI/AAAAAAAABkU/oDbVM2ANy0U/s400/b49.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341225132956911858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich sage immer, was ich in meinem Herzen für wahr halte. Darum geht es. Wenn alle das verstehen könnten, würden sie wissen, wie ich mich fühle. Wenn andere Menschen sich ihre Kultur bewahren und weiter danach leben würden, wüssten sie um diese Dinge. Manchmal sagen die Leute, ich würde wieder Indianer spielen. Oh, das ist traurig. Ich glaube nicht, daß ich Indianer spielen oder mich wie eine Indianerin aufführen muß. Ich bin eine. Ich bin so. Ich bin, wer ich bin. Und ich bin stolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Leitka Hoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;I always say what I hold in my heart for true. This is why it goes. If everybody could understand this, they would know how I feel. If other people retained integrity her culture and live further afterwards, they would know around these things. Sometimes say the people, I would play Indian again. Oh, this is sad. I do not think that I must play Indian or behave like an Indian. I am one. I am in such a way. I am who I am. And I am proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Leitka Hoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Je dis toujours que je tiens à mon coeur pour vrai. C'est pourquoi, ça va. Si tous pouvaient comprendre cela, ils sauraient, comment je me sens. Si les autres gens à eux-mêmes préservaient sa culture et vivraient plus loin après cela, ils sauraient autour de ces choses. Parfois disent les gens, je jouerais de nouveau l'Indien. Oh, c'est triste. Je ne pense pas que je dois jouer l'Indien ou me comporter comme une Indienne. Je suis l'un. Je suis tellement. Je suis que je suis. Et je suis fier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Leitka Hoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Digo siempre que mantengo en mi corazón por verdadero. Por eso está. Si todos podrían entenderlo, ellos sabrían como me siento. Si otras personas a mismas guardarían su cultura y vivirían más lejos después, ellos sabrían alrededor de estas cosas. A veces dice la gente, jugaría de nuevo al indio. Oh, es triste. No creo que tengo que jugar al indio o comportarme como una india. Soy uno. Soy así. Soy que soy. Y estoy orgulloso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Leitka Hoh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-5019331275417584509?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/5019331275417584509/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=5019331275417584509' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/5019331275417584509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/5019331275417584509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/ich-sage-immer-was-ich-in-meinem-herzen_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_X9ZtJCPI/AAAAAAAABkU/oDbVM2ANy0U/s72-c/b49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-3433144460269490224</id><published>2009-05-29T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:39:11.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_XaeeBJ1I/AAAAAAAABkM/kEFfXI2BI1M/s1600-h/wp_lg04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_XaeeBJ1I/AAAAAAAABkM/kEFfXI2BI1M/s400/wp_lg04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341224532940236626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ihr verbreitet den Tod, ihr kauft und verkauft Tod, aber ihr verleugnet ihn; ihr wollt ihm nicht ins Gesicht sehen. Ihr habt den Tod steril gemacht, unter den Teppich gekehrt, ihn seiner Wüde beraubt. Wir Indianer jedoch denken noch an den Tod, denken viel über ihn nach. Auch ich tue es. Heute wäre ein guter Tag zum Sterben - nicht zu heiß, nicht zu kalt -, ein Tag, an dem etwas von mir zurückbleiben könnte, um noch ein wenig hier zu verweilen. Ein vollkommener Tag für einen Menschen, der an das Ende seines Weges kommt. Für einen Menschen, der glücklich ist und viele Freunde hat.&lt;br /&gt;Lame Deer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;You spread the death, you shop and sell death, but you deny him; you do not want to see to him in the face. You have made the death infertile, have swept under the rug, robbed him of his Wüde. Nevertheless, we Indian still think of the death, think a lot about him. Also I do it. Today a good day would not be to the death - too hotly, not too coldly - one day in which somewhat could stay behind of me to stay still a little here. A perfect day for a person who comes to the end of his way. For a person who is happy and has many friends.&lt;br /&gt;Lame Deer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Vous répandez la mort, vous achetez et vendez la mort, mais vous le niez; vous ne voulez pas voir à lui dans le visage. Vous avez rendu la mort stérile, avez tourné sous le tapis, l'avez volé de ses Wüde. Donc, nous l'Indien pensons encore à la mort, y réfléchissons beaucoup. Aussi je le fais. Aujourd'hui, un bon jour ne serait pas au décès - trop chaudement, non trop froidement - un jour à quoi un peu pourrait rester de moi pour demeurer encore peu ici. Un jour parfait pour une personne qui vient à la fin de son chemin. Pour une personne qui est heureuse et a beaucoup d'amis.&lt;br /&gt;Lame Deer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Divulgáis la muerte, compráis y vendéis la muerte, pero lo negáis; no queréis ver a él en la cara. Habéis hecho la muerte estéril, habéis disimulado, habéis robado a él de sus Wüde. Sin embargo el indio pensamos todavía en la muerte, pensamos mucho sobre él. También lo hago. Hoy un buen día no sería para morir - demasiado hirviendo, no demasiado frío - un día en el cual un poco podría quedar de mí para detenerse aquí todavía pocos. Un día perfecto para un hombre que viene en el fin de su camino. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_VmXREaLI/AAAAAAAABkE/ARrvgDb45TQ/s400/wall7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341222538142050482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wer die Erde nicht respektiert, zerstört sie, wer nicht alles Leben so wie das eigene respektiert, wird zum Mörder. Der Mensch glaubt manchmal, er sei zum Besitzer, zum Herrscher erhoben worden. Das ist ein Irrtum. Er ist nur ein Teil des Ganzen. Seine Aufgabe ist die eines Hüters, eines Verwalters, nicht die eines Ausbeuters. Der Mensch hat Verantwortung, nicht Macht. Wir denken bei jeder Entscheidung an die siebte der kommenden Generationen. Es ist unsere Aufgabe, dafür zu sorgen, dass die Menschen nach uns, die noch ungeborenen Generationen, eine Welt vorfinden, die nicht schlechter ist als die unsere - und hoffentlich besser.&lt;br /&gt;Oren Lyons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Who does not respect the earth, it destroys who does not respect all life as well as the own, becomes the murderer. The person sometimes believes, he has been raised to the owner, to the ruler. This is a mistake. It is only one part of the whole. His job is that of a guardian, a governor, not those of an exploiter. The person has responsibility, not power. We think by every decision in sieved of the coming generations. It is our job to provide for the fact that the people find after us, the still unborn generations, a world which is not worse than ours - and hopefully better.&lt;br /&gt;Of Oren Lyons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Ce qui ne respecte pas la terre, elle détruit qui ne respecte pas toute la vie de même que le propre, devient le meurtrier. La personne croit parfois, il aurait été levé au propriétaire, au souverain. C'est une erreur. Il est seulement une partie du tout. Sa tâche est celui d'un gardien, d'un administrateur, non ceux d'un exploitant. La personne a la responsabilité, non le pouvoir. Nous pensons lors de chaque décision à passait au crible des générations prochaines. Il est notre tâche de s'occuper de ce que les gens trouvent après nous, les générations encore non nées, un monde qui est pas plus mauvais que le nôtre - et, espérons que, mieux.&lt;br /&gt;De Lyon Oren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Quién no respeta la tierra, ella destruye que no respeta toda vida lo mismo que lo propio, se hace el asesino. El hombre cree a veces, él habría sido levantado al poseedor, al soberano. Es un error. Él es sólo una parte del todo. Su tarea es ella de un guardia, un administrador, no ellos de Ausbeuters. El hombre tiene la responsabilidad, no poder. Pensamos con cada decisión en cribaba de las generaciones venideras. Es nuestra tarea de ocuparse de lo que las personas encuentran después de nosotros, las generaciones todavía no natas, un mundo que es no más mal que el nuestro - y ojalá mejor.&lt;br /&gt;De Lyon Oren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-3769743073122989224?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/3769743073122989224/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=3769743073122989224' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3769743073122989224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_U_ihIV7I/AAAAAAAABj8/0CqFIZ38fVk/s1600-h/wp_lg06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_U_ihIV7I/AAAAAAAABj8/0CqFIZ38fVk/s400/wp_lg06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341221871147308978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warum sollte man mit Gewalt rauben,&lt;br /&gt;was man in Güte durch Freundschaft&lt;br /&gt;und Liebe erhalten kann?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHUNSONACO0K (Irokese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Why one should rob by force,&lt;br /&gt;what one in goodness by friendship&lt;br /&gt;and love can receive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHUNSONACO0K (Irokese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi on devait voler de force,&lt;br /&gt;que l'on dans la bonté par l'amitié&lt;br /&gt;et l'amour peut recevoir ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHUNSONACO0K (Irokese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Por qué se debía robar con fuerza,&lt;br /&gt;que en la bondad por amistad&lt;br /&gt;¿y el amor puede recibir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHUNSONACO0K (Irokese)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-4267669608392104737?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/4267669608392104737/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;menschlichen Handelns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEHRE DER IROKESEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Peace is not only the time&lt;br /&gt;between two wars,&lt;br /&gt;Peace is the law&lt;br /&gt;of human action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPRENTICESHIP OF THE IROKESEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;La paix est non seulement le temps&lt;br /&gt;entre deux guerres,&lt;br /&gt;La paix est la loi&lt;br /&gt;d'action humaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEORIE D'IROKESEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;La paz es no sólo el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;entre dos guerras,&lt;br /&gt;La paz es la ley&lt;br /&gt;de acción humana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOCTRINA DE IROKESEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_S3TMWqmI/AAAAAAAABjs/_XTefsi-gxM/s1600-h/wsWILD031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_S3TMWqmI/AAAAAAAABjs/_XTefsi-gxM/s400/wsWILD031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341219530571426402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das Land mit seinen Bäumen&lt;br /&gt;war den Weißen gleichgültig.&lt;br /&gt;Wir fällen keine Bäume,&lt;br /&gt;sondern nutzen nur totes Holz.&lt;br /&gt;Aber die Weißen&lt;br /&gt;sprengen die Bäume sogar&lt;br /&gt;aus der Erde&lt;br /&gt;und zerhacken sie.&lt;br /&gt;Überall, wo der weiße Mann&lt;br /&gt;die Erde berührt,&lt;br /&gt;hat, hat sie Wunden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINTU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;The country with his trees&lt;br /&gt;it was uninterested the white.&lt;br /&gt;We fell no trees,&lt;br /&gt;but use only dead wood.&lt;br /&gt;But the white&lt;br /&gt;if the trees sprinkle even&lt;br /&gt;from the earth&lt;br /&gt;and chop them.&lt;br /&gt;Where the white man&lt;br /&gt;the earth touches,&lt;br /&gt;has, she has wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINTU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Le pays avec ses arbres&lt;br /&gt;était indifférent les blancs.&lt;br /&gt;Nous n'abattons aucun arbre,&lt;br /&gt;mais utilisent du bois seulement mort.&lt;br /&gt;Mais les blancs&lt;br /&gt;si les arbres font sauter même&lt;br /&gt;de la terre&lt;br /&gt;et les hachent.&lt;br /&gt;Partout où l'homme blanc&lt;br /&gt;la terre touche,&lt;br /&gt;a, elle a des blessures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINTU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;El país con sus árboles&lt;br /&gt;era indiferente los blancos.&lt;br /&gt;No talamos ningunos árboles,&lt;br /&gt;sino utilizan madera sólo muerta.&lt;br /&gt;Pero los blancos&lt;br /&gt;si los árboles hacen saltar hasta&lt;br /&gt;de la tierra&lt;br /&gt;y la cortan en trozos.&lt;br /&gt;En todas partes dónde el hombre blanco&lt;br /&gt;la tierra toca,&lt;br /&gt;tiene, ella tiene heridas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINTU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-594555074133055064?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/594555074133055064/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=594555074133055064' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-7474767091642034771</id><published>2009-05-29T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:17:27.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_SU-htdmI/AAAAAAAABjk/8_M3ykNmF6g/s1600-h/1198386228829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_SU-htdmI/AAAAAAAABjk/8_M3ykNmF6g/s400/1198386228829.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341218940908303970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seht, Brüder, der Frühling ist gekommen.&lt;br /&gt;Die Erde wird von der Sonne umarmt,&lt;br /&gt;wir werden bald die Ergebnisse&lt;br /&gt;dieser Liebe sehen.&lt;br /&gt;Jedes Samenkorn ist erwacht,&lt;br /&gt;genauso jedes Tier.&lt;br /&gt;Durch diese geheimnisvolle Kraft&lt;br /&gt;erhalten auch wir unser Leben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATANKA YOTANKA, SITTING BULL&lt;br /&gt;(Hunkpapa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;See, brothers, the spring have come.&lt;br /&gt;The earth is embraced by the sun,&lt;br /&gt;we soon become the results&lt;br /&gt;of this love see.&lt;br /&gt;Every seminal grain has awoken,&lt;br /&gt;just every animal.&lt;br /&gt;By this mysterious strength&lt;br /&gt;if we also receive our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATANKA YOTANKA, SITTING BULL&lt;br /&gt;(Hunkpapa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Voyez, des frères, le printemps sont venus.&lt;br /&gt;La terre est embrassée par le soleil,&lt;br /&gt;nous devenons bientôt les résultats&lt;br /&gt;de cet amour voient.&lt;br /&gt;Chaque grain de graine s'est réveillé,&lt;br /&gt;aussi chaque animal.&lt;br /&gt;Par cette force mystérieuse&lt;br /&gt;si nous recevons aussi notre vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATANKA YOTANKA, SITTING BULL&lt;br /&gt;(Hunkpapa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Miráis, hermanos, la primavera han venido.&lt;br /&gt;La tierra es abrazada por el sol,&lt;br /&gt;nos hacemos pronto los resultados&lt;br /&gt;de este amor miran.&lt;br /&gt;Cada cereales de semilla han despertado,&lt;br /&gt;asimismo cada animal.&lt;br /&gt;Por esta fuerza misteriosa&lt;br /&gt;si recibimos también nuestra vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATANKA YOTANKA, SITTING BULL&lt;br /&gt;(Hunkpapa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-7474767091642034771?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_SU-htdmI/AAAAAAAABjk/8_M3ykNmF6g/s72-c/1198386228829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-2861035745702688437</id><published>2009-05-29T05:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:14:28.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ebMXIbXbZEo&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ebMXIbXbZEo&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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title='Mother Earth'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-7258995975621921970</id><published>2009-05-29T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:12:45.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_ROGOhWAI/AAAAAAAABjc/PBHMoNHLkk4/s1600-h/407e_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_ROGOhWAI/AAAAAAAABjc/PBHMoNHLkk4/s400/407e_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341217723204589570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Bücher des weißen Mannes&lt;br /&gt;genügten mir nicht ...&lt;br /&gt;Der Große Geist&lt;br /&gt;hat mir die Möglichkeit gegeben,&lt;br /&gt;an der Hochschule der Natur zu studieren,&lt;br /&gt;die Wälder und Flüsse,&lt;br /&gt;die Berge und die Tierwelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATANCA MANI (Stoney)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;The books of the white man&lt;br /&gt;were not enough for me...&lt;br /&gt;The big mind&lt;br /&gt;if the possibility has given me,&lt;br /&gt;to study in the college of the nature,&lt;br /&gt;the woods and rivers,&lt;br /&gt;the mountains and the animal world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATANCA MANI (Stoney)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Les livres de l'homme blanc&lt;br /&gt;ne me suffissaient pas...&lt;br /&gt;Le grand esprit&lt;br /&gt;si la possibilité m'a donné,&lt;br /&gt;faire des études à la grande école de la nature,&lt;br /&gt;les forêts et les rivières,&lt;br /&gt;les montagnes et le monde animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATANCA MANI (Stoney)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Los libros del hombre blanco&lt;br /&gt;no eran suficientes a mí...&lt;br /&gt;El gran espíritu&lt;br /&gt;si la posibilidad me ha dado,&lt;br /&gt;estudiar en la escuela superior de la naturaleza,&lt;br /&gt;los bosques y los ríos,&lt;br /&gt;las montañas y el mundo de animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATANCA MANI (Stoney)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_ROGOhWAI/AAAAAAAABjc/PBHMoNHLkk4/s72-c/407e_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-3022975613687506449</id><published>2009-05-29T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:10:37.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_Qt7kgqBI/AAAAAAAABjU/C-if8CBnTn4/s1600-h/483431432LRQvBS_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_Qt7kgqBI/AAAAAAAABjU/C-if8CBnTn4/s400/483431432LRQvBS_ph.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341217170588215314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das Wissen um die spirituelle Beziehung&lt;br /&gt;zum gesamten Universum&lt;br /&gt;ist ohne Bedeutung,&lt;br /&gt;denn Bewusstsein von irgend etwas&lt;br /&gt;ist nicht die Wirklichkeit jener Sache.&lt;br /&gt;Dass man von der Existenz&lt;br /&gt;der Liebe weiß,&lt;br /&gt;bedeutet nicht zu lieben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOTSISOWAH (Seneca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;The knowledge about the spiritual respect&lt;br /&gt;to the whole universe&lt;br /&gt;is without meaning,&lt;br /&gt;since consciousness of something&lt;br /&gt;if is not the reality of that thing.&lt;br /&gt;That one of the existence&lt;br /&gt;of the love knows,&lt;br /&gt;does not indicate to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOTSISOWAH (Seneca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;La connaissance autour de la relation spirituelle&lt;br /&gt;à l'univers total&lt;br /&gt;est sans importance,&lt;br /&gt;car la conscience d'une manière quelconque quelque chose&lt;br /&gt;si n'est pas la réalité de cette chose.&lt;br /&gt;Que l'on de l'existence&lt;br /&gt;de l'amour sait,&lt;br /&gt;ne signifie pas aimer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOTSISOWAH (Seneca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Los conocimientos la relación espiritual&lt;br /&gt;al universo todo&lt;br /&gt;es sin significado,&lt;br /&gt;como la conciencia de cualquier modo algo&lt;br /&gt;si no es la realidad de aquella cosa.&lt;br /&gt;Que de la existencia&lt;br /&gt;del amor sabe,&lt;br /&gt;no significa amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOTSISOWAH (Seneca)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-3022975613687506449?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/3022975613687506449/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=3022975613687506449' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3022975613687506449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3022975613687506449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/das-wissen-um-die-spirituelle-beziehung.html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/2558481617825454950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/2558481617825454950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-i-feel-you.html' title='Mother i feel you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-3398337358757842389</id><published>2009-05-29T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:05:08.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_PcMxuFWI/AAAAAAAABjM/YabYanz-0b4/s1600-h/4d58_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_PcMxuFWI/AAAAAAAABjM/YabYanz-0b4/s400/4d58_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341215766457750882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alle Dinge der Schöpfung sind heilig.&lt;br /&gt;Jeder Morgen ist heilig,&lt;br /&gt;jeder Tag ist heilig.&lt;br /&gt;Denn das Licht des Tages&lt;br /&gt;wurde von Wankan Tanka,&lt;br /&gt;unserem Vater, gesandt.&lt;br /&gt;Bedenkt, dass alle Geschöpfe dieser Welt&lt;br /&gt;heilig sind&lt;br /&gt;und darum entsprechend behandelt&lt;br /&gt;werden wollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHAKA SAPA, BLACK ELK (Sioux)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Todas las cosas de la creación son santas.&lt;br /&gt;Cada mañana es santa,&lt;br /&gt;cada día es santo.&lt;br /&gt;Como la luz del día&lt;br /&gt;se hacía de Wankan Tanka,&lt;br /&gt;a nuestro padre, enviado.&lt;br /&gt;Piensa, que todas las criaturas de este mundo&lt;br /&gt;son santos&lt;br /&gt;y de eso trata convenientemente&lt;br /&gt;quieren hacerse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHAKA SAPA, BLACK ELK (Sioux)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Toutes les choses de la création sont saintes.&lt;br /&gt;Chaque matin est saint,&lt;br /&gt;chaque jour est saint.&lt;br /&gt;Car la lumière du jour&lt;br /&gt;devenait de Wankan Tanka,&lt;br /&gt;à notre père, envoyé.&lt;br /&gt;Réfléchit que toutes les créatures de ce monde&lt;br /&gt;sont saints&lt;br /&gt;et de cela traite proportionnellement&lt;br /&gt;veulent devenir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHAKA SAPA, BLACK ELK (Sioux)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Todas las cosas de la creación son santas.&lt;br /&gt;Chaque matin est saint,&lt;br /&gt;chaque jour est saint.&lt;br /&gt;Car la lumière du jour&lt;br /&gt;devenait de Wankan Tanka,&lt;br /&gt;à notre père, envoyé.&lt;br /&gt;Réfléchit que toutes les créatures de ce monde&lt;br /&gt;sont saints&lt;br /&gt;et de cela traite proportionnellement&lt;br /&gt;veulent devenir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHAKA SAPA, BLACK ELK (Sioux)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-3398337358757842389?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/3398337358757842389/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=3398337358757842389' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3398337358757842389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3398337358757842389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/alle-dinge-der-schopfung-sind-heilig_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_PcMxuFWI/AAAAAAAABjM/YabYanz-0b4/s72-c/4d58_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-6266083959857155059</id><published>2009-05-29T05:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T05:02:48.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_O5EJsegI/AAAAAAAABjE/vfzXp9ht7BA/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_O5EJsegI/AAAAAAAABjE/vfzXp9ht7BA/s400/23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341215162846968322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es ist viel leichter,&lt;br /&gt;das grüne Gras woanders anzuschauen,&lt;br /&gt;als bei sich zu Hause im eigenen Garten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID SEVEN DEERS&lt;br /&gt;(Halkomelen Skwah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;It is much lighter,&lt;br /&gt;to look somewhere else at the green grass,&lt;br /&gt;as with himself at home in own garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID SEVEN DEERS&lt;br /&gt;(Halkomelen Skwah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;C'est beaucoup plus léger,&lt;br /&gt;regarder ailleurs l'herbe verte,&lt;br /&gt;comme à lui-même à la maison dans le propre jardin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID SEVEN DEERS&lt;br /&gt;(Halkomelen Skwah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Es mucho más ligero,&lt;br /&gt;mirar la hierba verde en otro sitio,&lt;br /&gt;como en sí en casa en el jardín propio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID SEVEN DEERS&lt;br /&gt;(Halkomelen Skwah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-6266083959857155059?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/6266083959857155059/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=6266083959857155059' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/6266083959857155059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/6266083959857155059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/es-ist-viel-leichter-das-grune-gras.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_O5EJsegI/AAAAAAAABjE/vfzXp9ht7BA/s72-c/23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-2665239825865343832</id><published>2009-05-29T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:36:10.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee &gt;&lt;font size=3 color=blue&gt;Willkommen auf der Hompage vom WeissenLakota&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Rain Dance'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-6145559037785457954</id><published>2009-05-29T04:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:34:02.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_IJbz5yLI/AAAAAAAABi8/KEqUVFYOeY0/s1600-h/Sioux_Chief_-_Sitting_Bull.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_IJbz5yLI/AAAAAAAABi8/KEqUVFYOeY0/s400/Sioux_Chief_-_Sitting_Bull.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341207747494529202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So vielfältig sind die Wunder der Schöpfung, dass diese Schönheit niemals enden wird. Die Schöpfung ist hier. Sie ist genau jetzt in Dir, ist es immer schon gewesen. Die Welt ist ein Wunder. Die Welt ist Magie. Die Welt ist Liebe. Und sie ist hier, jetzt.&lt;br /&gt;(Dankgebet der Irokosen von Gayle High Pine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;So variously are the miracles of the creation that this beauty will never end. The creation is here. She is exact now in you, has always been it. The world is a miracle. The world is magic. The world is love. And she is here, now.&lt;br /&gt;(Thanksgiving of the Irokosen of Gayle High Pine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Si diversement sont les miracles de la création que cette beauté ne finira jamais. La création est ici. Elle est exacte maintenant dans Toi, a déjà été cela. Le monde est un miracle. Le monde est la magie. Le monde est l'amour. Et elle est ici, maintenant.&lt;br /&gt;(Action de grâces d'Irokosen de Gayle High Pine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Tan múltiple son los milagros de la creación que esta hermosura nunca acabará. La creación es aquí. Ella es exacta ahora en Ti, ha sido ya esto. El mundo es un milagro. El mundo es magia. El mundo es el amor. Y ella es aquí, ahora.&lt;br /&gt;(Oración de acción de gracias de Irokosen de Gayle High Pine)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-6145559037785457954?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/6145559037785457954/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=6145559037785457954' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/6145559037785457954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/6145559037785457954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-vielfaltig-sind-die-wunder-der.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_IJbz5yLI/AAAAAAAABi8/KEqUVFYOeY0/s72-c/Sioux_Chief_-_Sitting_Bull.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-3733592811769382264</id><published>2009-05-29T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:31:02.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_Hb3-FN4I/AAAAAAAABi0/zRnav_lH9KI/s1600-h/image004.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_Hb3-FN4I/AAAAAAAABi0/zRnav_lH9KI/s400/image004.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341206964779431810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es gibt kein "Besser" oder "Schlechter", nur Unterschiede. Diese müssen respektiert werden, egal ob es sich um die Hautfarbe, die Lebensweise oder eine Idee handelt.&lt;br /&gt;(Kote Kotah, Chumash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;There is no "Better" or "butcher", only differences. These must be respected no matter whether it concerns the skin colour, the life-style or an idea.&lt;br /&gt;(To excrement Kotah, Chumash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Il n'y a aucun "mauvais" ou "Mieux", seulement des différences. Ceux-ci doivent être respectés, également ou cela autour de la couleur de la peau qui négocie le mode de vie ou une idée.&lt;br /&gt;(To excrement Kotah, Chumash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;No hay ningún "mal" o "Mejor", sólo diferencias. Éstas tienen que ser respetados, igualmente si esto a alrededor del color de la piel que vende el modo de vida o una idea.&lt;br /&gt;(To excrement Kotah, Chumash)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-3733592811769382264?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/3733592811769382264/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=3733592811769382264' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3733592811769382264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3733592811769382264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/es-gibt-kein-besser-oder-schlechter-nur.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_Hb3-FN4I/AAAAAAAABi0/zRnav_lH9KI/s72-c/image004.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-1121437459484215823</id><published>2009-05-29T04:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:28:17.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manantial Tushuy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3s_5ybioSZ4&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3s_5ybioSZ4&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-1121437459484215823?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/1121437459484215823/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=1121437459484215823' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/1121437459484215823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/1121437459484215823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/manantial-tushuy.html' title='Manantial Tushuy'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-3912625007371085846</id><published>2009-05-29T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:26:28.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_GYIUs3PI/AAAAAAAABis/un_5VtadncI/s1600-h/07c7_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_GYIUs3PI/AAAAAAAABis/un_5VtadncI/s400/07c7_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341205800938167538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wir haben die Erde von unseren Eltern nicht geerbt, sondern wir haben sie von unseren Kindern nur geliehen." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"We have not inherited the earth from our parents, but we have only lent them of our children." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Nous n'avons pas hérité la terre de nos parents, mais nous les avons seulement prêté de nos enfants." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"No hemos heredado la tierra de nuestros padres, sino le hemos sólo prestado de nuestros niños."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-3912625007371085846?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/3912625007371085846/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=3912625007371085846' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3912625007371085846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3912625007371085846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/wir-haben-die-erde-von-unseren-eltern.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_GYIUs3PI/AAAAAAAABis/un_5VtadncI/s72-c/07c7_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-2311134501926574587</id><published>2009-05-29T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:23:52.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_FxIkSzKI/AAAAAAAABik/u-tr3oP4L9M/s1600-h/sisterspirits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_FxIkSzKI/AAAAAAAABik/u-tr3oP4L9M/s400/sisterspirits.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341205130988670114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenn du mit den Tieren sprichst, lernst du sie kennen. Wenn du nicht mit ihnen sprichst, lernst du sie nicht kennen. Was du nicht kennst, davor fürchtest du dich. Was du fürchtest zerstörst du.&lt;br /&gt;(Chief Dan George)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;If you speak with the animals, you get to know them. If you do not speak with them, you do not get to know them. What you do not know, you are afraid of it. What you fears you destroy.&lt;br /&gt;(Chief Dan George)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Si tu parles avec les animaux, tu en fais la connaissance. Si tu ne parles pas avec eux, tu n'en fais pas la connaissance. Ce que tu ne connais pas, tu en as peur. Ce que tu crains tu détruis.&lt;br /&gt;(Chief Dan George)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Si hablas con los animales, la conoces. Si no hablas con ellos, no la conoces. Lo que no conoces, tienes miedo de ello. Lo que tú temes destruyes.&lt;br /&gt;(Chief Dan George)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-2311134501926574587?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/2311134501926574587/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=2311134501926574587' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/2311134501926574587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/2311134501926574587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/wenn-du-mit-den-tieren-sprichst-lernst.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_FxIkSzKI/AAAAAAAABik/u-tr3oP4L9M/s72-c/sisterspirits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-1283381334967521182</id><published>2009-05-29T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:21:23.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_FL-QFzAI/AAAAAAAABic/8LPLq5YlWyc/s1600-h/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_FL-QFzAI/AAAAAAAABic/8LPLq5YlWyc/s400/37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341204492564417538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Geh aufrecht wie die Bäume. Lebe dein Leben so stark wie die Berge. Sei sanft wie der Frühlingswind. Bewahre die Wärme der Sonne im Herzen und der große Geist wird immer mit dir sein." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................&lt;br /&gt; "Go upright like the trees. Live your life as strongly as the mountains. Is gentle like the spring wind. Preserve the warmth of the sun in the heart and the big mind will always be with you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................&lt;br /&gt; "Va droit comme les arbres. Vis ta vie aussi au plus fort que les montagnes. Sois doux comme le vent de printemps. Préserve la chaleur du soleil au coeur et le grand esprit sera toujours avec toi." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt; "Ve derecho como los árboles. Vive tu vida tan mucho como las montañas. Sé suave como el viento de primavera. Guarda el calor del sol en el corazón y el gran espíritu será siempre contigo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-1283381334967521182?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/1283381334967521182/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=1283381334967521182' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/1283381334967521182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/1283381334967521182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/geh-aufrecht-wie-die-baume.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_FL-QFzAI/AAAAAAAABic/8LPLq5YlWyc/s72-c/37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-919037664496641772</id><published>2009-05-29T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:19:02.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Native American Indian Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1c9KOgnbCX0&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1c9KOgnbCX0&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-919037664496641772?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/919037664496641772/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=919037664496641772' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/919037664496641772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/919037664496641772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/native-american-indian-music.html' title='Native American Indian Music'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-3045628225227365749</id><published>2009-05-29T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:17:19.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee &gt;&lt;font size=3 color=blue&gt;Willkommen auf der Hompage vom WeissenLakota&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-3045628225227365749?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/3045628225227365749/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=3045628225227365749' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3045628225227365749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3045628225227365749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/willkommen-auf-der-hompage-vom_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-7146183294329556012</id><published>2009-05-29T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:16:35.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_EEEpeJ8I/AAAAAAAABiU/0HQVNo2KsCM/s1600-h/39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_EEEpeJ8I/AAAAAAAABiU/0HQVNo2KsCM/s400/39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341203257330902978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nicht um meinen Bruder zu besiegen, suche ich Kraft, sondern meinen größten Feind, mich selbst." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Not to defeat my brother, I search strength, but my biggest enemy, myself." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Pas pour ne vaincre mon frère, je cherche la force, mais mon plus grand ennemi, moi-même." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"No para batir a mi hermano, busco fuerza, sino mi mayor enemigo, a me misma."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-7146183294329556012?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/7146183294329556012/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=7146183294329556012' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/7146183294329556012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/7146183294329556012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/nicht-um-meinen-bruder-zu-besiegen.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_EEEpeJ8I/AAAAAAAABiU/0HQVNo2KsCM/s72-c/39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-4300571396572620961</id><published>2009-05-29T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:14:02.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_DdUVA42I/AAAAAAAABiM/-E54qmERhII/s1600-h/227200634914AM~1book224a88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_DdUVA42I/AAAAAAAABiM/-E54qmERhII/s400/227200634914AM~1book224a88.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341202591525167970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die Vögel verlassen die Erde mit ihren Flügeln. Auch die Menschen können die Erde verlassen, zwar nicht mit Flügeln, aber mit ihrem Geist.&lt;br /&gt;Hehaka Sapa (Sioux)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;The birds leave the earth with her wings. Also the people can leave the earth, not with wings, but with her mind.&lt;br /&gt;Hehaka Sapa (Sioux)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Les oiseaux quittent la terre avec ses ailes. Aussi les gens peuvent quitter la terre, certes, non avec des ailes, mais avec son esprit.&lt;br /&gt;Hehaka Sapa (Sioux)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Los pájaros dejan la tierra con sus alas. También las personas pueden dejar la tierra, si bien, no con alas, pero con su espíritu.&lt;br /&gt;Hehaka Sapa (Sioux)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-4300571396572620961?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/4300571396572620961/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=4300571396572620961' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/4300571396572620961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/4300571396572620961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/die-vogel-verlassen-die-erde-mit-ihren.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_DdUVA42I/AAAAAAAABiM/-E54qmERhII/s72-c/227200634914AM~1book224a88.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-4492499713333878163</id><published>2009-05-29T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:11:01.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_CwPyXeuI/AAAAAAAABiE/JgwO7uEOuJo/s1600-h/Bild+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_CwPyXeuI/AAAAAAAABiE/JgwO7uEOuJo/s400/Bild+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341201817211992802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nicht jeder Indianer ist gut und nicht jeder Weiße ist schlecht."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lakota)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Not every Indian feels well and not of every whiteness is bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WasicuLakota&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Non chaque Indien est bon et non chaque blanc se sent mal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WasicuLakota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"No cada indio es bueno y no cada blanco es mal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WasicuLakota&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-4492499713333878163?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/4492499713333878163/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=4492499713333878163' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/4492499713333878163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/4492499713333878163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/nicht-jeder-indianer-ist-gut-und-nicht.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh_CwPyXeuI/AAAAAAAABiE/JgwO7uEOuJo/s72-c/Bild+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-3408483800659710834</id><published>2009-05-29T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T02:12:50.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee &gt;&lt;font size=3 color=blue&gt;Dinge die ich sehe,sehe ich nicht nur mit den Augen,sondern auch mit dem Herzen..genauso kann man mit den Herzen sprechen..WasicuLakota&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-3408483800659710834?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/3408483800659710834/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=3408483800659710834' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3408483800659710834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3408483800659710834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/dinge-die-ich-sehesehe-ich-nicht-nur.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-4341956789522197470</id><published>2009-05-29T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:59:00.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherokee Morning Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1VqoxOcEqpk&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1VqoxOcEqpk&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-4341956789522197470?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/4341956789522197470/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=4341956789522197470' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/4341956789522197470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/4341956789522197470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/cherokee-morning-song.html' title='Cherokee Morning Song'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-8946091192393304070</id><published>2009-05-29T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:57:46.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-jhtztmCI/AAAAAAAABh8/5ZR_QU_Wfas/s1600-h/TS-6A~Schutz-vor-dem-Regen-A-P-ed-25-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-jhtztmCI/AAAAAAAABh8/5ZR_QU_Wfas/s400/TS-6A~Schutz-vor-dem-Regen-A-P-ed-25-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341167482712201250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Der Rauch aus unserer heiligen Pfeife ist der Atem des Grossen Geistes. Wenn wir beisammensitzen und die Pfeife rauchen, bilden wir einen Kreis, der ohne Ende ist und alles umschliesst, was auf der Erde lebt." Lame Deer (Tahca Ushte)...Lakota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"The smoke from our holy whistle is the breath of the big mind. If we together sit and smoke the whistle, we form a circle which is without end and surrounds everything what lives on the earth." Lame Deer (Tahca Ushte)... Lakota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"La fumée de notre sainte pipe est la respiration du grand esprit. Si nous nous assoyons ensemble et fumons la pipe, nous formons un cercle qui est sans fin et entoure tout qui vit sur la terre." Lame Deer (Tahca Ushte)... Lakota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"El humo de nuestro pito santo es la respiración del gran espíritu. Si nos sentamos juntos y fumamos el pito, formamos un círculo que es sin fin y rodea todo que vive en la tierra." Lame Deer (Tahca Ushte)... Lakota&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-8946091192393304070?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/8946091192393304070/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=8946091192393304070' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/8946091192393304070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/8946091192393304070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/der-rauch-aus-unserer-heiligen-pfeife.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-jhtztmCI/AAAAAAAABh8/5ZR_QU_Wfas/s72-c/TS-6A~Schutz-vor-dem-Regen-A-P-ed-25-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-4158649797533746576</id><published>2009-05-29T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:53:51.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-im4CtAxI/AAAAAAAABh0/lPpbkp7Caq4/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-im4CtAxI/AAAAAAAABh0/lPpbkp7Caq4/s400/2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341166471847150354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;„Wenn wir der Erde etwas wegnehmen, müssen wir ihr auch&lt;br /&gt;etwas zurückgeben. Wir und die Erde sollten&lt;br /&gt;gleichberechtigte Partner sein. Was wir der Erde&lt;br /&gt;zurückgeben, kann etwas so Einfaches - und zugleich so&lt;br /&gt;Schwieriges - wie Respekt sein.&lt;br /&gt;Die Suche nach Öl, Kohle und Uran hat der Erde bereits&lt;br /&gt;großen Schaden zugefügt, aber noch kann dieser Schaden&lt;br /&gt;wiedergutgemacht werden - wenn wir es wollen. Beim Abbau von&lt;br /&gt;Bodenschätzen werden Pflanzen vernichtet. Es wäre recht und&lt;br /&gt;billig, der Erde Samen und Schößlinge anzubieten und dadurch&lt;br /&gt;wieder zu ersetzen, was wir zerstört haben. Eines müssen wir&lt;br /&gt;lernen: Wir können nicht immer nur nehmen, ohne&lt;br /&gt;selber etwas zu geben. Und wir müssen unserer Mutter, der&lt;br /&gt;Erde, immer so viel geben, wie wir ihr weggenommen haben.“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;„If we take away something from the earth, we also have to go to her&lt;br /&gt;something return. We and the earth had to go&lt;br /&gt;be equal partners. What we to the earth&lt;br /&gt;return, something is able to do thus easy - and at the same time in such a way&lt;br /&gt;Be difficult - like respect.&lt;br /&gt;The search for oil, coal and uranium already has to the earth&lt;br /&gt;this damage is able to do big damage added, but still&lt;br /&gt;are made up - if we want it. With the dismantling from&lt;br /&gt;To mineral resources plants are destroyed. It would be right and&lt;br /&gt;cheap to offer seed and scions to the earth and thereby&lt;br /&gt;to substitute again what we have destroyed. We have to do one&lt;br /&gt;learn: We can not always take only, without&lt;br /&gt;to give something. And we have to go to our mother,&lt;br /&gt;Earth, always so much give how we have taken away from her.“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;„Si nous enlevons quelque chose à la terre, nous devons aussi à elle&lt;br /&gt;quelque chose rendent. Nous et la terre devions&lt;br /&gt;être partenaires égaux en droits. Que nous à la terre&lt;br /&gt;rendent, quelque chose sait ainsi le simple - et en même temps tellement&lt;br /&gt;Etre le difficile - comme le respect.&lt;br /&gt;La recherche de l'huile, du charbon et uranium a déjà à la terre&lt;br /&gt;ce dommage sait le grand dommage causé, mais encore&lt;br /&gt;sont compensés - si nous le voulons. Lors de la réduction de&lt;br /&gt;A des richesses du sous-sol, des plantes sont détruites. C'était droit et&lt;br /&gt;à bon marché de proposer la graine et les jets à la terre et ainsi&lt;br /&gt;remplacer de nouveau que nous avons détruit. Nous devons l'un&lt;br /&gt;apprennent : Nous ne pouvons pas toujours prendre seulement, sans&lt;br /&gt;même donner quelque chose. Et nous devons à notre mère,&lt;br /&gt;La terre, toujours donnent tant, comment nous lui avons enlevé.“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;„Si quitamos algo a la tierra, debemos también a ella&lt;br /&gt;algo devuelven. Nosotros y la tierra debíamos&lt;br /&gt;ser compañeros iguales. Que nosotros a la tierra&lt;br /&gt;devuelven, algo sabe así lo fácil - y al mismo tiempo así&lt;br /&gt;Ser lo difícil - como respeto.&lt;br /&gt;La busca de aceite, carbón y uranio tiene ya a la tierra&lt;br /&gt;este daño sabe el gran daño causado, pero todavía&lt;br /&gt;wiedergutgemacht se hacen - si lo queremos. Con el desmontaje de&lt;br /&gt;A riquezas del subsuelo plantas son de modo anonadado. Era derecho y&lt;br /&gt;barato de ofrecer la semilla y los retoños a la tierra y por ahí&lt;br /&gt;sustituir de nuevo que hemos destruido. Debemos uno&lt;br /&gt;aprenden: No siempre podemos tomar sólo, sin&lt;br /&gt;mismo dar algo. Y debemos a nuestra madre,&lt;br /&gt;La tierra, siempre tanto dan como hemos quitado a ella.“&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-4158649797533746576?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/4158649797533746576/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=4158649797533746576' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/4158649797533746576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/4158649797533746576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/wenn-wir-der-erde-etwas-wegnehmen.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-im4CtAxI/AAAAAAAABh0/lPpbkp7Caq4/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-4673159685503327274</id><published>2009-05-29T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:46:57.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee &gt;&lt;font size=3 color=blue&gt;Grosser Geist bewahre mich davor über einen Menschen zu Urteilen,bevor ich nicht eine Meile in seinen Schuhen gelaufen bin!&lt;/font&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-f_YBxE_I/AAAAAAAABhs/pGYFqc_DQk8/s400/Nature-332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341163594215134194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sie behaupten, unsere Erde gehört ihnen. Seht Brüder, der Frühling ist da. Die Sonne hat die Erde umarmt. Bald werden wir die Kinder dieser Liebe sehen. Jeder Same, jedes Tier ist erwacht. Diesselbe Kraft hat auch uns geboren. Darum gewähren wir auch unseren Mitmenschen und unseren Freunden, den Tieren, die gleichen Rechte wie uns, auf dieser Erde zu leben. Aber hört Brüder. Jetzt haben wir es mit einer anderen Art zu tun. Sie waren wenige und schwach; jetzt aber sind es viele und sie sind stark und überheblich. Es ist kaum zu glauben, sie wollen die Erde umpflügen. Habgier ist ihre Krankheit. Sie haben viele Gesetze gemacht und die Reichen dürfen sie brechen, die Armen aber nicht. Sie nehmen das Geld der Armen und Schwachen, um die Reichen und Starken damit zu stützen. Sie sagen, unsere Mutter die Erde gehöre ihnen; sie zäunen uns, ihre Nachbarn, von unserer Mutter ab. Sie beschmutzen unsere Mutter mit ihren Gebäuden und ihrem Abfall. Sie zwingen unsere Mutter, zur Unzeit zu gebären. Und wenn sie keine Frucht mehr trägt, geben sie ihr Medizin, auf das sie auf's neue gebären soll. Was sie tun ist nicht heilig. Sie sind wie ein Fluss zur Zeit des Hochwassers. Im Frühling tritt er über die Ufer und zerstört alles auf seinem Wege."&lt;br /&gt;(Sitting Bull, Lakota)&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"You state, our earth belongs to them. See brothers, the spring is there. The sun has embraced the earth. Soon we will see the children of this love. Every seed, every animal has awoken. The same strength has also born us. This is why we also grant our person and our friends to live to the animals, the same rights like us, on this earth. However, hears brothers. Now we deal with another kind. They were a few and weakly; now, however, these are many and they is strong and haughty. It is hardly to be believed, they want to plough up the earth. Greed is her illness. They have made many laws and, however, the empires may not break them, the arms. They take the money of the arms and weak to support the empires and strong with it. They say, our mother the earth belongs to them; they fence off us, her neighbours, from our mother. They stain our mother with her buildings and her rubbish. They make our mother bear at an inopportune moment. And if she carries no more fruit, they give her medicine on which she should bear on the new one. What they act is not holy. They are like a river at the moment of the high water. In the spring he steps about the shores and destroys everything on his way."&lt;br /&gt;(Sitting Bull, Lakota)&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Vous affirmez, notre terre leur fait partie. Voyez des frères, le printemps est là. Le soleil a embrassé la terre. Bientôt nous verrons les enfants de cet amour. Chaque graine, chaque animal s'est réveillée. La même force nous a aussi donné naissance. C'est pourquoi, nous accordons aussi notre prochain et nos amis vivre aux animaux, les mêmes droits comme nous, sur cette terre. Cependant entend des frères. Maintenant, nous avons à le faire avec une autre manière. Ils étaient quelques-uns et faiblement; maintenant cependant, il est plusieurs et eux est fort et arrogant. C'est à peine à croire, ils veulent labourer la terre autour de. La cupidité est sa maladie. Ils ont fait beaucoup de lois et cependant, les empires ne peuvent pas les rompre, les bras. Ils prennent l'argent des bras et du faible pour soutenir les empires et les forts avec cela. Ils disent, notre mère la terre leur fait partie; ils nous clôturent, ses voisins, de notre mère. Ils salissent notre mère avec ses bâtiments et ses déchets. Ils forcent notre mère à donner naissance au contretemps. Et si elle ne porte plus aucuns fruits, ils donnent leur médecine sur quoi elle doit donner naissance sur le nouveau. Ce qu'ils font n'est pas saint. Ils sont comme une rivière à présent de la crue. Au printemps, il marche sur les bords et détruit tout en son chemin."&lt;br /&gt;(Sitting Bull, Lakota)&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Usted afirma, nuestra tierra les pertenece. Veis a hermanos, la primavera está. El sol ha abrazado la tierra. Pronto veremos a los niños de este amor. Cada semilla, cada animal ha despertado. La fuerza misma nos ha también dado a luz. Por eso otorgamos también a nuestro prójimo y nuestros amigos vivir a los animales, los derechos iguales como nosotros, en esta tierra. Sin embargo oye a hermanos. Ahora tenemos que hacerlo con un otro tipo. Ellos eran pocos y escasamente; ahora sin embargo es muchos y ella es fuerte y presuntuoso. Esto debe ser creído apenas, ellos quieren arar la tierra alrededor de. Codicia es su enfermedad. Ellos han hecho muchas leyes y sin embargo los imperios no pueden romperla, los brazos. Ellos toman el dinero de los brazos y débil para apoyar los imperios y los fuertes con eso. Ellos dicen, nuestra madre la tierra pertenece a ellos; ellos nos vallan, sus vecinos, de nuestra madre. Ellos beschmutzen nuestra madre con sus edificios y su descenso. Ellos fuerzan a nuestra madre a dar a luz hacia el no tiempo. Y si ella no lleva más ningún fruto, ellos dan su medicina en el cual ella debe dar a luz sobre lo nuevo. Lo que ella hacen no es santo. Ellos son como un río de momento de la inundación. En la primavera él anda sobre las orillas y destruye todo en su camino."&lt;br /&gt;(Sitting Bull, Lakota)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-3317068139372588801?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/3317068139372588801/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=3317068139372588801' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3317068139372588801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3317068139372588801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/sie-behaupten-unsere-erde-gehort-ihnen.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-f_YBxE_I/AAAAAAAABhs/pGYFqc_DQk8/s72-c/Nature-332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-2273057822946314935</id><published>2009-05-29T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:37:32.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-exqxmlUI/AAAAAAAABhk/d5n7uv-KC_s/s1600-h/introbild_new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-exqxmlUI/AAAAAAAABhk/d5n7uv-KC_s/s400/introbild_new.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341162259217814850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Der Rote Mann kämpft für sein Volk, seine Familie, um Nahrungsvorräte und Jagdgebiete, um das Überleben. Der Weisse Mann kämpft aus Gier nach mehr für sich und seinen Hunger nach Geld und Gold. Er denkt an sich immer zuerst. Bei den roten Männern ist der reich zu nennen, der viele Geschenke macht; Bei den weissen Männern kommt es darauf an, immer noch mehr anzuhäufen und bloss nichts wegzugeben. Der rote Mann liebt die Natur, weil er ein Teil von ihr ist. Der weisse Mann tötet die Natur, obwohl auch er ein Teil von ihr ist. DAS nenne ich verrückt.."&lt;br /&gt;(Suvate, Dog Soldier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"The red man fights for his people, his family, around food stocks and hunting areas, around the survival. The white man fights from avarice after more for himself and his hunger after money and gold. He thinks of himself always first. With the red men he is to be called rich which makes many presents; with the white men it depends on accumulating still more and on giving away only nothing. The red man loves the nature because it is a part of her. The white man kills the nature, although also it is a part of her. I call THIS moved."&lt;br /&gt;(Suvate, Dog Soldier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"L'homme Rouge lutte pour son peuple, sa famille, autour des réserves alimentaires et régions de chasse, autour de la survie. L'homme blanc lutte de l'avidité après plus pour lui-même et sa faim après l'argent et or. Il pense toujours d'abord à lui-même. Chez les hommes rouges, il est à qualifier de riche qui fait beaucoup de cadeaux; chez les hommes blancs, ça importe d'accumuler encore plus et de ne donner seulement de rien. L'homme rouge aime la nature parce qu'il est sa partie. L'homme blanc tue la nature bien qu'aussi il soit sa partie. J'appelle CELA de manière déplacée."&lt;br /&gt;(Suvate, Dog Soldier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"El hombre rojo lucha por su pueblo, su familia, alrededor de provisiones de alimento y regiones de caza, alrededor de la supervivencia. El hombre blanco lucha de la avidez después de más por sí y su hambre después de dinero y oro. Él piensa siempre al principio en sí. Junto a los hombres rojos él debe ser calificado rico que hace muchos regalos; junto a los hombres blancos depende acumular todavía más y solo nada plano de traslado. El hombre rojo ama la naturaleza porque él es una parte ses. El hombre blanco mata la naturaleza, a pesar de que también él sea una parte ses. Lo llamo de modo movido."&lt;br /&gt;(Suvate, Dog Soldier)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-2273057822946314935?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/2273057822946314935/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=2273057822946314935' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/2273057822946314935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/2273057822946314935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/der-rote-mann-kampft-fur-sein-volk.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-exqxmlUI/AAAAAAAABhk/d5n7uv-KC_s/s72-c/introbild_new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-3701553142402714795</id><published>2009-05-29T01:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:34:26.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices of the Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EYfis2MImnA&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EYfis2MImnA&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-3701553142402714795?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/3701553142402714795/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=3701553142402714795' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3701553142402714795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/3701553142402714795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/voices-of-wind.html' title='Voices of the Wind'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-8519217827231967397</id><published>2009-05-29T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:31:47.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-db4IfECI/AAAAAAAABhc/hFI8lv4j82o/s1600-h/savw04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-db4IfECI/AAAAAAAABhc/hFI8lv4j82o/s400/savw04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341160785334702114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wir haben unser Land und unsere Freiheit verloren, aber noch haben wir unsere Art zu denken und zu leben bewahrt. Als Indianer könnten wir einen bedeutenden Beitrag zu eurer Kultur leisten. Nur wenigen Weißen kommt es in den Sinn, das auch die Menschen anderer Hautfarbe, seien sie nun rot oder schwarz oder gelb, sich Gedanken darüber machen, wie diese Welt besser werden könnte.&lt;br /&gt;Vieles ist verrückt in der Welt des weißen Mannes. Wir glauben, dass die Weißen sich mehr Zeit nehmen sollten, um mit der Erde, den Wäldern und allem, was wächst, vertrauter zu werden, statt wie eine in Panik geratene Büffelherde herumzurasen. Wenn die weißen Menschen auch nur einige unsere Ratschläge befolgten, fänden sie eine Zufriedenheit, die sie jetzt nicht kennen und die sie auf der Jagd nach Geld und Vergnügen vergeblich suchen. Wir Indianer können die Menschen immer noch lehren, wie man im Einklang mit der Natur lebt."&lt;br /&gt;(Tatanga Mani, Stoney)&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"We have lost our country and our freedom, but we still have to think our kind and preserves to live. As Indians we could make an important contribution to your culture. Only to few white it comes to the sense, now the skin colour also other the people, they are red or black or yellow, itself thoughts attack as this world could become better.&lt;br /&gt;A lot is moved in the world of the white man. We think that the white should take more time to become closer with the earth, the woods and all what grows, instead of racing around like buffalo cookers advisable in panic. If the white people even took some our advice, they would find a satisfaction which they do not know now and which they search on the hunt for money and pleasure in vain. We Indian can still teach the people as one lives in the harmony with the nature."&lt;br /&gt;(Tatanga Mani, Stoney)&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Nous avons perdu notre pays et notre liberté, mais encore nous avons à penser notre manière et préserve vivre. Comme Indiens, nous pourrions apporter la contribution importante à votre culture. Seulement à quelques blancs, il en vient dans le sens, maintenant l'aussi couleur de la peau autre les gens, ils sont rouges ou noirs ou jaunes, se des idées font, comme ce monde pourrait être meilleur.&lt;br /&gt;Beaucoup de choses est déplacé dans le monde de l'homme blanc. Nous pensons que les blancs devaient prendre plus de temps pour être plus intime avec la terre, les forêts et tout qui s'accroît, au lieu d'aller à toute vitesse autour comme des cuisinières de buffle arrivées dans la panique. Bien que les gens blancs exécutent seulement certains nos conseils, ils trouveraient une satisfaction qu'ils ne connaissent pas maintenant et qu'ils cherchent en vain sur la chasse à l'argent et plaisir. Nous l'Indien pouvons encore enseigner les gens, comme on vit dans l'accord avec la nature."&lt;br /&gt;(Tatanga Mani, Stoney)&lt;br /&gt;......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Hemos perdido nuestro país y nuestra libertad, pero todavía tenemos que pensar nuestro tipo y guarda de vivir. Como indios podríamos hacer una considerable contribución a vuestra cultura. Sólo a pocos blancos se produce en el sentido, ahora el color de la piel otro también las personas, ellos son rojos o negro o amarillo, se pensamientos hacen cómo este mundo podría ponerse mejor.&lt;br /&gt;Mucho está movido en el mundo del hombre blanco. Creemos que los blancos debían coger más tiempo, alrededor de con la tierra, los bosques y todo que crece, poner más íntimo en vez de darse mucha prisa alrededor como cocinas de búfalo llegadas en pánico. Si las personas blancas seguían también sólo algunos nuestros consejos, ellos encontrarían un contento que ellos no conocen ahora y que ellos buscan en vano a la caza dinero y diversión. El indio podemos todavía enseñar a las personas como se vive en la consonancia con la naturaleza."&lt;br /&gt;(Tatanga Mani, Stoney)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-8519217827231967397?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/8519217827231967397/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=8519217827231967397' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/8519217827231967397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/8519217827231967397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/wir-haben-unser-land-und-unsere.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-db4IfECI/AAAAAAAABhc/hFI8lv4j82o/s72-c/savw04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-164457824988781861</id><published>2009-05-29T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:28:37.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-cso0XMoI/AAAAAAAABhU/tEiqR7nT114/s1600-h/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-cso0XMoI/AAAAAAAABhU/tEiqR7nT114/s400/33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341159973769917058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Die alten Dakota waren weise. Sie wussten, dass das Herz eines Menschen, der sich der Natur entfremdet, hart wird. Sie wussten, dass mangelnde Ehrfurcht vor allem Lebendigen und allem, was da wächst, bald auch die Ehrfurcht vor dem Menschen absterben lässt. Deshalb war der Einfluss der Natur, die den jungen Menschen feinfühlig machte, ein wichtiger Bestandteil ihrer Erziehung."&lt;br /&gt;(Luther Standing Bear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"The old Dakota were points. They knew that the heart of a person who becomes estranged to the nature becomes hard. They knew that lacking reverence above all living and to all what grows there soon also the reverence for the person allows to die. Therefore, the influence of the nature which made the young person sensitive was an important component of her education."&lt;br /&gt;(Luther Standing Bear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Vieux Dakota étaient indique. Ils savaient que le coeur d'une personne qui devient étrangère à la nature, devient dur. Ils savaient que le respect déficient fait mourir, avant tout, des vivants et à tout qui s'accroît là bientôt aussi le respect devant la personne. Pour cette raison, l'influence de la nature qui rendait la jeune personne sensible, était un élément important de son éducation."&lt;br /&gt;(Luther la chose de Stan Bear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Dakota viejos eran señala. Ellos sabían que el corazón de un hombre que se enajena de la naturaleza, se hace duro. Ellos sabían que respeto insuficiente sobre todo vivos y a todo que crece allí pronto también el respeto el hombre deja morir. Por eso la influencia de la naturaleza que hacía al joven hombre sensible, era un componente importante de su educación."&lt;br /&gt;(Luther Standing Bear)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-164457824988781861?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/164457824988781861/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=164457824988781861' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/164457824988781861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/164457824988781861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/die-alten-dakota-waren-weise.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-cso0XMoI/AAAAAAAABhU/tEiqR7nT114/s72-c/33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-6909695067140929170</id><published>2009-05-29T01:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:19:26.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasicu Lakota Native Indian Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-NN0ophdQA&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F-NN0ophdQA&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-6909695067140929170?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/6909695067140929170/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=6909695067140929170' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/6909695067140929170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/6909695067140929170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/wasicu-lakota-native-indian-music_3443.html' title='Wasicu Lakota Native Indian Music'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-4553975276049798915</id><published>2009-05-29T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:16:40.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-Z4LfRPiI/AAAAAAAABhM/nRQz38P5Vpg/s1600-h/135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-Z4LfRPiI/AAAAAAAABhM/nRQz38P5Vpg/s400/135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341156873520365090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weisheit gehört keinem Menschen allein. Wir müssen weise handeln, aber Weisheit gehört niemandem. Sie ist die Offenbarung alter und bewährter Ideen, und wir erlangen sie, wenn Generationen um Generationen die Gesetze der Natur erforschen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom belongs to no one only. We must trade wise ones, but wisdom heard to nobody. It is the revelation of old and proven ideas, and we attain them if generations investigate the laws of the nature in generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;La sagesse ne fait seule partie à aucune personne. Nous ne devons négocier des sages, mais la sagesse entendu à personne. Elle est la révélation des idées vieilles et éprouvées, et nous les obtenons, si des générations explorent les lois de la nature autour des générations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Sabiduría sólo pertenece a ningún hombre. Tenemos que actuar no señala, pero sabiduría oído a nadie. Ella es la revelación de ideas viejas y dadas buen resultado, y obtenemos para con ella si generaciones investigan las leyes de la naturaleza en generaciones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-4553975276049798915?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/4553975276049798915/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=4553975276049798915' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/4553975276049798915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/4553975276049798915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/weisheit-gehort-keinem-menschen-allein.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-Z4LfRPiI/AAAAAAAABhM/nRQz38P5Vpg/s72-c/135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-2235992192224691159</id><published>2009-05-29T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:13:17.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-ZE9h_hoI/AAAAAAAABhE/ZnK3t_o_ZJA/s1600-h/indian-51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-ZE9h_hoI/AAAAAAAABhE/ZnK3t_o_ZJA/s400/indian-51.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341155993600362114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Für euch Weiße waren wir Wilde. Ihr habt unsere Gebete nicht verstanden. Ihr habt nicht einmal versucht, sie zu verstehen. Wenn wir der Sonne, dem Mond oder dem Wind unsere Loblieder sangen, beteten wir in euren Augen Götzen an. Ohne uns zu verstehen und nur, weil unsere Art der Anbetung anders war als eure, habt ihr uns als verlorene Seelen verdammt.&lt;br /&gt;Wir sahen das Werk des großen Geistes in seiner ganzen Schöpfung: in Sonne, Mond, Bäumen, Bergen und Wind. Manchmal traten wir durch das, was er geschaffen hatte, an ihn heran. War das so schlecht? Ich weiß, dass wir aus ganzem Herzen an das höchste Wesen glauben und unser Glaube ist stärker als der vieler Weißer, die uns Heiden nannten. Die roten Wilden waren immer enger mit der Natur verbunden als die weißen Wilden. Die Natur ist das Buch jener großen Kraft, die ihr Gott nennt und die wir den großen Geist nennen. Was für einen Unterschied macht schon ein Name aus!"&lt;br /&gt;(Tatanga Mani, Stoney)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"For you whiteness we were to game. You have not understood our prayers. You have not even tried to understand them. If we sang our praise songs to the sun, the moon or the wind, we adored in your eyes idols. Without understanding us and only because our kind of the adoration was different as yours, you have condemned us as lost souls.&lt;br /&gt;We saw the work of the big mind in his whole creation: in the sun, moon, trees, mountains and wind. Sometimes we moved up by what he had created, to him. Was this so bad? I know that we believe from whole heart in the highest being and our faith is stronger than that of many white who called moors to us. The red savages were connected more and more narrowly with the nature than the white savages. The nature is the book of that big strength which her God calls and which we call the big mind. What difference a name already puts out!"&lt;br /&gt;(Tatanga Mani, Stoney)&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Pour vous des blancs, nous étions au gibier. Vous n'avez pas compris nos prières. Vous n'avez même pas tenté de les comprendre. Si nous chantions nos chansons de louange au soleil, à la lune ou au vent, nous adorions dans vos yeux des idoles. Sans nous comprendre et seulement parce que notre manière de l'adoration était autre comme le vôtre, vous nous avez condamné comme les âmes perdues.&lt;br /&gt;Nous voyions l'ouvrage du grand esprit dans sa toute création : au soleil, à la lune, aux arbres, montagnes et vent. Parfois nous nous approchions par ce qu'il avait créé, à lui. Si se sentait cela mal ? Je sais que nous croyons de tout le coeur en plus haute nature et notre foi est plus forte que celui de beaucoup de blancs qui nous appelaient des profanes. Les sauvages rouges étaient liés encore plus étroitement à la nature que les sauvages blancs. La nature est le livre de cette grande force que leur Dieu appelle et que nous appelons le grand esprit. Ce que pour une différence un nom fait déjà!"&lt;br /&gt;(Tatanga Mani, Stoney)&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Para vosotros blancos éramos a la caza. No habéis entendido nuestras oraciones. Ni siquiera habéis tratado de entender. Si cantábamos nuestras canciones de elogio al sol, la luna o el viento, adorábamos en vuestros ojos Götzen. Sin entender y sólo porque nuestro tipo del Anbetung era distinto como el vuestro, nos habéis condenado como almas perdidas.&lt;br /&gt;Veíamos la obra del gran espíritu en su toda creación: en el sol, luna, árboles, montañas y viento. A veces nos acercábamos por lo que él había creado, a él. ¿Esto tan era mal? Sé que creemos de todo el corazón en la superior naturaleza y nuestra creencia es más fuerte que él de muchos blancos que llamaban a paganos a nosotros. Los salvajes rojos estaban ligados siempre más estrechamente con la naturaleza que los salvajes blancos. La naturaleza es el libro de aquella gran fuerza que su Dios llama y que llamamos el gran espíritu. ¡Lo que para una diferencia un nombre conviene ya!"&lt;br /&gt;(Tatanga Mani, Stoney)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-2235992192224691159?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/2235992192224691159/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=2235992192224691159' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/2235992192224691159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/2235992192224691159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/fur-euch-weie-waren-wir-wilde_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-ZE9h_hoI/AAAAAAAABhE/ZnK3t_o_ZJA/s72-c/indian-51.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-874960243562197915</id><published>2009-05-29T01:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:05:47.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasicu Lakota Native Indian Music/ Best Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lUJqQXh7PAY&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lUJqQXh7PAY&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-874960243562197915?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/874960243562197915/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=874960243562197915' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/874960243562197915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/874960243562197915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/wasicu-lakota-native-indian-music-best.html' title='Wasicu Lakota Native Indian Music/ Best Music'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-8889212077964371653</id><published>2009-05-29T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:04:12.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-W-Gi_wYI/AAAAAAAABg8/nm1aIcBE-X8/s1600-h/withthisringwp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-W-Gi_wYI/AAAAAAAABg8/nm1aIcBE-X8/s400/withthisringwp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341153676738150786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bevor unsere weißen Brüder kamen, um zivilisierte Menschen aus uns zu machen, hatten wir keine Gefängnisse. Aus diesem Grund hatten wir auch keine Verbrecher. Ohne ein Gefängnis kann es keine Verbrecher geben. Wir hatten weder Schlösser noch Schlüssel, und deshalb gab es bei uns auch keine Diebe. Wenn jemand so arm war, dass er kein Pferd besaß, kein Zelt oder keine Decke, so bekam er all dies geschenkt. Wir waren viel zu unzivilisiert, um Wert auf persönlichen Besitz zu legen. Wir strebten Besitz nur an, um ihn weitergeben zu können. Wir kannten kein Geld und daher wurde der Wert eines Menschen nicht nach seinem Reichtum bemessen. Wir hatten keine schriftlich niedergelegten Gesetze, keine Rechtsanwälte, keine Politiker, daher konnten wir einander nicht betrügen. Es stand wirklich schlecht um uns, bevor die Weißen kamen und ich kann es mir nicht erklären, wie wir ohne die grundlegenden Dinge auskommen konnten, die - wie man uns sagt - für eine zivilisierte Gesllschaft so notwendig sind."&lt;br /&gt;(Lame Deer)&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Before our white brothers came to make civilised people from us, we had no prisons. That's why we also had no criminals. Without prison there can be no criminals. We had neither castles nor keys, and, therefore, there were with us also no thieves. If somebody was so poor that he owned no horse, no tent or no cover, he got as a gift all this. We were too uncivilised to think highly of personal possession. We aimed at possession only to be able to transmit him. We knew no money and, hence, the value of a person was not calculated by his wealth. We had no in writing laid down laws, hence, we could cheat no lawyers, no politicians, to each other not. It stood really badly us, before the white came and I cannot explain to myself how we could get by without basic things which are so necessary - as one says us - for a civilised society."&lt;br /&gt;(Lame Deer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Avant que nos frères blancs viennent pour faire les gens civilisés de nous, nous n'avions aucune prison. Pour cette raison nous n'avions aussi aucun criminel. Sans prison, il ne peut y avoir aucun criminel. Nous n'avions ni des châteaux ni clés, et pour cette raison, il n'y avait chez nous aussi aucun voleur. Si quelqu'un était si pauvre qu'il ne possédait aucun cheval, aucune tente ou aucune couverture, il recevait tous ce de manière offerte. Nous étions trop non civilisés pour attacher de l'importance à la possession personnelle. Nous aspirions à la possession seulement pour pouvoir le transmettre. Nous ne connaissions pas d'argent et, c'est pourquoi, la valeur d'une personne n'était pas mesurée à sa richesse. Nous n'avions aucune loi déposée par écrit, c'est pourquoi, nous ne savions aucun avocat, aucun politicien, à l'un l'autre non se monteraient. Cela se nous trouvait vraiment mal avant que les blancs viennent et je ne peux pas expliquer à me, comme nous pouvions nous passer de choses fondamentales qui sont si nécessaires - comme on nous dit - à une société civilisée."&lt;br /&gt;(Lame Deer)&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Antes de que nuestros hermanos blancos vinieran para hacer a personas civilizadas de nosotros, no teníamos ningunas prisiones. Por este razón no teníamos también ningunos criminales. Sin prisión no puede haber ningunos criminales. No teníamos ni castillos ni llaves, y por eso no había junto a nosotros también ningunos ladrones. Si alguien era tan pobre que él no poseía ningún caballo, ningún entoldado o ninguna manta, él sentaba todo este regalado. Éramos demasiado no civilizados para poner el valor en la posesión personal. Aspirábamos la posesión sólo para poder transmitir. No conocíamos ningún dinero y, por eso, el valor de un hombre no era medido después de su riqueza. No teníamos ningunas leyes puestas en el suelo por escrito, por eso, no sabíamos a ningunos abogados, ningunos políticos, a mutuamente no ascenderían. Nos estábamos realmente mal, antes de que los blancos vinieran y no puedo explicarlo a me como podíamos tener bastante sin cosas fundamentales que son tan necesarias - como se nos dice - para una sociedad civilizada."&lt;br /&gt;(Lame Deer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-8889212077964371653?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/8889212077964371653/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=8889212077964371653' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/8889212077964371653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/8889212077964371653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/bevor-unsere-weien-bruder-kamen-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-W-Gi_wYI/AAAAAAAABg8/nm1aIcBE-X8/s72-c/withthisringwp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-5634472716996742896</id><published>2009-05-29T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:00:40.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee &gt;&lt;font size=3 color=blue&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanyan ataciyelo..toniktuca how? WasicuLakota miyelo&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-5634472716996742896?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/5634472716996742896/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=5634472716996742896' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/5634472716996742896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/5634472716996742896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/tanyan-ataciyelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-4885903544216608147</id><published>2009-05-29T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:59:04.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-VxUF4dKI/AAAAAAAABg0/8NCTb97PxcA/s1600-h/70281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-VxUF4dKI/AAAAAAAABg0/8NCTb97PxcA/s400/70281.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341152357524206754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Die Weißen haben uns viel versprochen, mehr, als ich aufzählen kann, aber gehalten haben sie nur ein Versprechen: sie schworen, unser Land zu nehmen, und sie haben es genommen."&lt;br /&gt;(Red Cloud, Häuptling der Oglala-Teton-Sioux)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"The white have promised us a lot, more than I can enumerate, but have kept they only one promise: they swore to take our country, and they have taken it."&lt;br /&gt;(Red Cloud, headman of the Oglala Teton Sioux)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Les blancs nous ont beaucoup promis, plus que je peux énumérer, mais ont tenu ils seulement une promesse : ils juraient de prendre notre pays, et ils l'ont pris."&lt;br /&gt;(Red Cloud, le chef de tribu d'Oglala-Teton-Sioux)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Los blancos nos han prometido mucho, más que puedo contar, pero han cumplido ellos sólo una promesa: ellos juraban tomar nuestro país, y ellos lo han tomado."&lt;br /&gt;(Red Cloud, el jefe de tribu de Oglala-Teton-Sioux)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-4885903544216608147?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/4885903544216608147/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=4885903544216608147' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/4885903544216608147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/4885903544216608147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/die-weien-haben-uns-viel-versprochen.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-VxUF4dKI/AAAAAAAABg0/8NCTb97PxcA/s72-c/70281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-7012620700871449288</id><published>2009-05-29T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:55:02.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-U0YHtkVI/AAAAAAAABgs/3TL7YNSXOXM/s1600-h/The+Mittens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-U0YHtkVI/AAAAAAAABgs/3TL7YNSXOXM/s400/The+Mittens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341151310633603410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich kann es mir nicht vorstellen ein Volk ohne Zuhause und doch sehe ich es täglich, wie sie ziellos umherirren wie sie verzweifelt nach Wurzeln und Dingen suchen, die ihrem Leben einen Sinn geben.&lt;br /&gt;Armer weißer Mann in Deiner Wut in deinen Glanz in all Deinem Wohlstand hast Du Dein Erbe verloren. Jetzt willst Du meines - da nimm es ich habe noch mehr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;I cannot fancy it I see people without home and, nevertheless, it everyday how they wander around aimlessly like she despairs after roots and things look which give a sense to her life.&lt;br /&gt;Poor white man in your fury in your shine in all your prosperity you have lost your heir. Now you want of mine - there take it I have even more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;Je ne peux pas me l'imaginer je vois chaque jour un peuple sans foyer et, pourtant, comme ils errent sans but comme elle désespère après des racines et choses cherchent qui donnent un sens à sa vie.&lt;br /&gt;Le pauvre homme blanc dans ta fureur dans ton éclat dans tout ton bien-être, Tu as perdu ton héritier. Maintenant, Tu veux de le mien - là prends-cela j'ai encore plus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;No puedo presentármelo veo todos los días a un pueblo sin hogar y a pesar de todo como ella sin rumbo fijo umherirren como ella desespera después de raíces y cosas buscan que dan un sentido a su vida.&lt;br /&gt;El hombre blanco pobre en tu furia en tu brillo en todo tu bienestar has perdido tu heredero. Ahora vas del mío - allí tómalo tengo aún más.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-7012620700871449288?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/7012620700871449288/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=7012620700871449288' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/7012620700871449288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/7012620700871449288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/ich-kann-es-mir-nicht-vorstellen-ein.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-U0YHtkVI/AAAAAAAABgs/3TL7YNSXOXM/s72-c/The+Mittens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-8440995640662744967</id><published>2009-05-29T00:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:49:50.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Enlightened Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8yKxXo75wXk&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8yKxXo75wXk&amp;hl=de&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-8440995640662744967?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/8440995640662744967/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=8440995640662744967' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/8440995640662744967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/8440995640662744967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/enlightened-time.html' title='The Enlightened Time'/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-7590843315084433659</id><published>2009-05-29T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:48:50.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-TXS1OW-I/AAAAAAAABgk/v4fk_u3rjJE/s1600-h/y1pVsUMtd-qm4nWigO91-zbPkgk1DTynPmPOFBFqWp8jv23C88sSnTY6bnVK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 371px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-TXS1OW-I/AAAAAAAABgk/v4fk_u3rjJE/s400/y1pVsUMtd-qm4nWigO91-zbPkgk1DTynPmPOFBFqWp8jv23C88sSnTY6bnVK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341149711486049250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Die Weißen haben immer versucht, die Indianer dazu zu bringen, ihr Leben aufzugeben und wie die Weißen Männer zu leben - Land zu bebauen, schwer zu arbeiten und zu tun, was sie taten - , doch die Indianer wussten nicht, wie man das macht und wollten es auch nicht... Hätten die Indianer versucht, die Weißen dazu zu bringen, so zu leben wie sie, dann hätten die Weißen sich gewehrt, und das taten auch viele Indianer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"The white have always tried to bring the Indians, to give up her life and to live how the white men - to farm country, to work hard and to act what they did - however, the Indians did not know how one makes this and also did not want it... If the Indians had tried to bring the white, as to live as then they, would have defended themselves the white, and many Indians also did this." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Les blancs ont toujours tenté d'apporter en plus les Indiens, de donner leur vie et de vivre comme les hommes blancs - de bâtir le pays de travailler difficilement et de faire qu'ils faisaient - mais les Indiens ne savaient pas, comment on fait cela et ne le voulaient pas non plus... Si les Indiens avaient tenté d'apporter en plus les blancs d'aussi vivre qu'ils, alors se seraient défendus les blancs, et beaucoup d'Indiens faisaient aussi cela." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Los blancos han tratado siempre de traer a los indios, de facturar su vida y de vivir cómo los hombres blancos - de edificar el país, de trabajar mucho y de hacer que ellos hacían - pero los indios no sabían como uno lo hace y tampoco lo querían... Si los indios habrían tratado de traer a los blancos, de tan vivir como luego ellos, se habrían defendido los blancos, y muchos indios lo hacían también."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-7590843315084433659?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/7590843315084433659/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=7590843315084433659' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/7590843315084433659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/7590843315084433659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/die-weien-haben-immer-versucht-die.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-TXS1OW-I/AAAAAAAABgk/v4fk_u3rjJE/s72-c/y1pVsUMtd-qm4nWigO91-zbPkgk1DTynPmPOFBFqWp8jv23C88sSnTY6bnVK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-1740198636819649091</id><published>2009-05-29T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:40:52.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-RgNk7vhI/AAAAAAAABgc/e1FaKXfkACg/s1600-h/48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-RgNk7vhI/AAAAAAAABgc/e1FaKXfkACg/s400/48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341147665671110162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Verzweifle niemals. Die Tage vergehen wie das im Wind fliegende Herbstlaub, und die Tage kehren wieder mit dem reinen Himmel und der Pracht der Wälder. Aufs Neue wird jedes Samenkorn erweckt, und genauso verläuft das Leben."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Never despair. The days pass like the autumn foliage flying in the wind, and the days sweep again with the pure sky and the splendour of the woods. Anew every seminal grain is woken, and just there runs the life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Ne désespère jamais. Les jours passent comme le feuillage d'automne volant dans le vent, et les jours tournent de nouveau avec le pur ciel et la magnificence des forêts. De nouveau chaque grain de graine est éveillé, et aussi se passe la vie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"Nunca desespera. Los días pasan como el follaje de otoño que vuela en el viento, y los días vuelven de nuevo con el cielo puro y el esplendor de los bosques. De nuevo cada cereales de semilla son despertados, y asimismo pasa la vida."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-1740198636819649091?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/1740198636819649091/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=1740198636819649091' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/1740198636819649091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/1740198636819649091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/verzweifle-niemals.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-RgNk7vhI/AAAAAAAABgc/e1FaKXfkACg/s72-c/48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709843134463324464.post-1860909273939132123</id><published>2009-05-29T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:37:44.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-QwoaXKoI/AAAAAAAABgU/LcP_r2w18T8/s1600-h/31x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-QwoaXKoI/AAAAAAAABgU/LcP_r2w18T8/s400/31x.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341146848240806530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Der Mensch hat das Netz des Lebens nicht gewebt, er ist nur ein Faden darin. Was immer er ihm antut, tut er sich selbst an."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"The person has not weaved the net of the life, it is only one thread in it. What always he does to him, he does himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"La personne n'a pas tissé le secteur de la vie, il est seulement un fil en cela. Ce que toujours il lui fait, il fait lui-même."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;"El hombre no ha tejido la red de la vida, él es sólo un hilo en eso. Lo que siempre él le hace, él se hace a él mismo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3709843134463324464-1860909273939132123?l=weisserlakota.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/feeds/1860909273939132123/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3709843134463324464&amp;postID=1860909273939132123' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/1860909273939132123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3709843134463324464/posts/default/1860909273939132123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weisserlakota.blogspot.com/2009/05/der-mensch-hat-das-netz-des-lebens.html' title=''/><author><name>Weisser Lakota/WasicuLakota</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04166706379889940204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YF8niz5fspI/Tje9Qu9C7DI/AAAAAAAABnw/RtFDbGzeWms/s220/SG103220.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yPziLhVw7AM/Sh-QwoaXKoI/AAAAAAAABgU/LcP_r2w18T8/s72-c/31x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
