December 2011
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Song/Chanson
What day are we? We are every day My friend We’re the whole of life My love We love and we live We live and we love And we don’t really know What life is And we don’t really know What the day is And we don’t really know What love is.
Chanson Quel jour sommes-nous Nous sommes tous les jours Mon amie Nous sommes toute la vie Mon amour Nous nous aimons et nous...
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new moon
Over meadow stands new moon, Over boundary of dew. Come, we’ll make a friend of you, Dear, distant, alien. In the day I hide, am quiet. Moon above - I have no might! I rush on this lunar night To the shoulder of beloved. I’ll never ask me, “Who’s he?” All to know, your lips will say! Hugs are rude but in the day, In the day the fit is funny. In the day, torn by a...
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why is my verse...
Why is my verse so barren of new pride? So far from variation or quick change? Why, with the time, do I not glance aside To new-found methods and to compounds strange? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, That every word doth almost tell my name, Showing their birth, and where they did proceed? O know, sweet love, I always write of you, And you and love...
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WatchZemfira - Beauty
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“I thought my fire was out,
and stirred the ashes….
I burnt my fingers.”
– Antonio Machado
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I will remember
I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile...
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WatchInstrumenti - Pilnīgi viens (All alone) www.instrumenti.in
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“There is something in us that keeps us where we find ourselves. I think this is...”
– P.D. Ouspensky
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Sand clock
I’m losing my days like a sand clock its grains. Don’t follow me — no love can change it; Don’t close me in your heart. I’m only a mirage of the desert stream Who slakes an exhausted voyager. I could be your guide to an endless love, (I could be) a light to your stray darkness. I can brighten the way for you. But my days are short — drink me Until your thirst is fulfilled...
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Cloud lovers
Ghostly lovers haunt the sky Two vast bodies churn like mad Blocking the sun Hastily becoming one An awkward pause They separate and drift apart A mutual mistake Disappointment fills their wake
Walter Wykes
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WatchYoung Magic - Sparkly Album: Melt (2012) Directed and Shot by Dylan Wiehahn An exploration into the subliminal, in pursuit of the sublime. Pieced together from hours of time-lapse footage shot on the East Coast of Australia.
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“dew drops on wet grass
early morning wake up calls
golden glass towers”
– me myself and nicole
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“Life is a vexatious trap; when a thinking man reaches maturity and attains to...”
– Anton Chekhov
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but who can say what's best?
But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.
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