С Новым Годом!

Let's be happy *

"Have you ever in your life had hours, or days, or even weeks when all your ordinary activities provoked a rather agonizing discomfort, and when everything you usually consider important and worthwhile seemed silly and worthless? When you didn't know what to do or where to turn? When you vaugely felt that somewhere, sometime, a desire transcending the sphere of earthly pleasure might be fulfilled, and you grew silent about everything around you the way a child brought up too strictly dares not express himself at all? When the spirit filled your heart with longing for an unknown something hovering everywhere you went, in transparent shapes that fled from closer scrutiny like an ephemeral dream? When you crept around with sad looks like a forlorn lover, and all the things you saw people doing in life's gay, colorful tumult incited neither sorrow nor joy, as if you no longer belonged to this world?"

T.A.Hoffmann

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vanya buchel

your hand is a warm stone
I hold between two words

M. Atwood

pick-up-sticks and candlelight

Prayer

Whatever happens. Whatever
what is is is what
I want. Only that. But that.

Galway Kinnell

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Merry Christmas !

ps: I am making THOSE tonight:)

Where Babies Come From

For my eighth birthday
I got a toy train set
my father helped assemble.

My job was to hand him
pieces of track and re-light
the cigarettes that went out

in his mouth. Halfway
through, I asked him
where babies come from.

He told me that eight years
ago today I showed up
on the front stoop

in a cardboard box, how
he spent the whole afternoon
putting me together,

just like this train set,
that I was probably lucky
the box arrived on a Saturday.

Jeffrey McDaniel

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dream phases

by http://www.photosight.ru/users/32361/

the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says


we are for each other




ee cummings

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what makes an apple float,

is what makes the sea rise
trees sway
and flowerbuds burst open,

what makes milk spill when i pour it
sleepily
into your morning coffee

what tickles my palate
and fills your eyes with quiet laughter
is what makes an apple float

ps: the thing is 123 by 123:) Huge:)

January and December

==INTRO==
G Em C G
G Em C G

G Em C G
The years answers melts, in a wet, winter kiss.
G Em C G
January and december, you and me forever.
G D Em C G
My horse is as tall as a wall fully recovered from the fall.
G Em D C G
Hit record and watch him crawl, into your pocket.


D Em C
If you hold me like you planned too, never let me go.
G D C
What i want to know is when this pub closes.


G Em C G
G Em C G


G D Em C
My horse is as high as a house, with the furniture burning and the windows smashed out.
G Em D C G
Hit pause and walk him out, out of your pocket.


D Em C
If you hold me like you planned too, never let me go.
G D C
What i want to know, is when this pub closes.
D Em C
If you hold me like you planned too, never let me go.
G D C
what i want to know is when this pub closes.
C G Em C
When this pub closes.

G Em C G

whan i was little, New Year's Eve smelled of elm-tree, and frosty air and mandarins. decorations for the xmass tree were all made of glass and some glowed in the dark. the most popular were balls (small, big, some with patterns, some without, some with the whole story painted on), and twisted icycles. and pine-cones dusted with glass sugar. those were typical. but there were also brigantines, and stars, and huts with snowy roofs, and mushrooms, and apples, Ded Moroz (Father Frost) and Snegurochka (his granddaughter. the rest of the family being an unsolved mystery); there were little girls and little boys, and little cosmonaut boys in helmets. the box with the fragile treasures wrapped in last year's newspaper and cottonwool would be taken down from the furtherest corner in the pantry, and the careful unfolding and decorating would take the whole day and the entire family. and it smelled of mandarins. and snow:)

do you have your xmass tree up yet?

some special action with motives unclear

for it is almost Winter

what if we had as many
words for love as the inuits
have for snow
what if my heart pumped snow instead
of blood this love is soft and puffy don’t
slip on this love because it is packed hard as ice
this love is dry and crunchy this love is
wet and muddy this
love is ideal
for packing into
tidy rectangular prisms and
using to build the
igloo that we
will try hard to
melt from the
inside.

Michael Glaviano

tiziana cerri

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=UL06AUwZlGg

with no clear purrrrrrpose

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, or George or Bill Bailey -
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter -
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum -
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there's still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover -
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

T.S.Eliot

:)