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Plucky attempt tu rescue a family from the tide - Scottish humor. Be safe.
Der Januar
Das Jahr ist klein und liegt noch in der Wiege. Der Weihnachtsmann ging heim in seinen Wald. Doch riecht es noch nach Krapfen auf der Stiege. Das Jahr ist klein und liegt noch in der Wiege. Man steht am Fenster und wird langsam alt.
Die Amseln frieren. Und die Krähen darben. Und auch der Mensch hat seine liebe Not. Die leeren Felder sehnen sich nach Garben. Die Welt ist schwarz und weiß und ohne Farben. Und wär so gerne gelb und blau und rot.
Umringt von Kindern wie der Rattenfänger, tanzt auf dem Eise stolz der Januar. Der Bussard zieht die Kreise eng und enger. Es heißt, die Tage würden wieder länger. Man merkt es nicht. Und es ist trotzdem wahr.
Die Wolken bringen Schnee aus fremden Ländern. Und niemand hält sie auf und fordert Zoll. Silvester hörte man’s auf allen Sendern, dass sich auch unterm Himmel manches ändern und, außer uns, viel besser werden soll.
Das Jahr ist klein und liegt noch in der Wiege. Und ist doch hunderttausend Jahre alt. Es träumt von Frieden. Oder träumt’s vom Kriege? Das Jahr ist klein und liegt noch in der Wiege. Und stirbt in einem Jahr. Und das ist bald.
Happy Nikolaus.
Remember? :-)
Unending love
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, forever. Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain, It’s ancient tale of being apart or together. As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge, Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time. You become an image of what is remembered forever. You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount. At the heart of time, love of one for another. We have played along side millions of lovers, Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting, the distressful tears of farewell, Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever. Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you The love of all man’s days both past and forever: Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life. The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours – And the songs of every poet past and forever. ~Rabindranath Tagore Translated by William Radice
Would love to be there. Sick of the city. Done with libraries and studying.
Love wil be around.
Thinks we should be aware of our past.
©Mitchpittman Park Butte Would love to go.
When it comes to penning baroquely articulated vitriol, Justice Antonin Scalia may rival William Shakespeare. His dissent on Obamacare brought us “pure applesauce” and “jiggery-pokery.” On Friday, he offered “mummeries” and “judicial Putsch.” In fact, his lexicon of argle-bargle insults is nearly bottomless. So what would your Scalia burn be?...
My logic is pure applesauce, apparently.
Girlfriend love.
Remember to go insane with joy
Still sick in bed and not liking it one bit. Summer press pause!
"The state of your bed is the state of your head."
Fitting ;-)
Must watch this til the end! Crazy good :)