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Tue, 10 Nov 2009 14:13:11 -0800

Exquisite photography from DaysEye

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Tue, 10 Nov 2009 14:06:31 -0800

The world in my eyes

Before the world ends, Tulio,
Lay down and taste
The miracle of the flavor
That appeared in my mouth
While the world screams,
Belligerent. And beside me
You become Arab, I become Israeli
And we cover one another in kisses
And flowers.

Before the world ends
Before the end of
Our desire.

Hilda Hilst

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Tue, 10 Nov 2009 14:03:55 -0800

She gave me Oreos, milk, and a listening ear. I gave her stories from my dark past.
When the time came for me to run my fingers through her hair, I didn't let the Oreo soot
bother me, and I don't think it bothered her. At least she's brunette, anyway.

She was, somehow, young again. Her hair lay rich and black, framing an oval face with
ever-sleeping eyes. He remembered her smiling at him in the dark; he remembered a lot
of things. Her lips were red, her throat pink and delicate.
He held her clammy hand another moment more.

He was dreaming in sunsets. People he loved were closing their eyes and never opening
them again. Girls were leaving with his heart and not coming back.
The sun was a thick red snake on the horizon,
the finish line where every good and bad thing came to an end.

Sam

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_carramba_, Fotografia, galeria fotograficzna, forum

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 14:02:24 -0800

Hat of The Day

See more of this little darling in the link

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Thu, 05 Nov 2009 08:54:19 -0800

Hat (sort of) The Day

Locks

by Neil Gaiman

We owe it to each other to tell stories,

as people simply, not as father and daughter.

I tell it to you for the hundredth time:

"There was a little girl, called Goldilocks,

for her hair was long and golden,

and she was walking in the Wood and she saw -- "

"-- cows." You say it with certainty,

remembering the strayed heifers we saw in the woods

behind the house, last month.

"Well, yes, perhaps she saw cows,

but also she saw a house."

"-- a great big house," you tell me.

"No, a little house, all painted, neat and tidy."

"A great big house."

You have the conviction of all two-year-olds.

I wish I had such certitude.

More here, my darlings

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Thu, 05 Nov 2009 08:54:04 -0800

Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light
To chase a feather in the wind
Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight
There moves a thread that has no end.

For many hours and days that pass ever soon
The tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?

Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time
His is the force that lies within
Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find
He is a feather in the wind

All My Love

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Japanese Masters

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 08:52:09 -0800

Hori Bakusui (1718-1783)

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Thu, 05 Nov 2009 08:49:48 -0800

How shall we beguile the lazy time,
if not with some delight?

~ Shakespeare ~

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Thu, 05 Nov 2009 08:47:47 -0800

Again let us dream
where the land lies sunny
And live, like the bees,
on our hearts' old honey,
Away from the world that slaves for money
Come, journey the way with me.

~ Madison Julius Cawein ~

Song of the Road

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Thu, 05 Nov 2009 08:44:57 -0800

Beauty is only skin deep,
but ugly goes clean to the bone.

~ Dorothy Parker ~

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