tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41530220070308192302024-03-14T00:48:41.667-07:00autostopowicz70“We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”
George Bernard Shawautostopowicz70http://www.blogger.com/profile/10682172712981466707noreply@blogger.comBlogger215125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153022007030819230.post-46890191957211722552015-04-04T04:37:00.001-07:002015-04-04T04:37:14.563-07:00Happy Easter!<br />
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<b>Easter gives us yet another reason to be thankful to God. Have the joy of the coming of Christ be filled in your heart and bring peace into your life. Have a Blessed Easter.</b></div>
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According to the NME, Zola Jesus "wails like Kate Bush" on a music sometimes evoking Joy Division. For Q magazine, her "haunting vocals and swirling, electronic athmospherics are located midway between Florence Welch and Siouxsie and the Banshees." She has also been linked to Lisa Gerrard of Dead Can Dance and Elizabeth Frazer of the Cocteau Twins. Her style has been described variously as "commanded by ominous lyrics and a sultry Goth delivery," and "noise music that scrapes and glistens in equal measure."[8] In a Spinner interview, describing her own artistic self, she said:<br />
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"I try to create songs that are really massive and intense, but at the same time remaining honest and raw. I love the feeling when you hear a song that is so overwhelming and powerful it makes your veins hurt. I'd like to write one of those songs one day. I keep the lyrics simple, no nonsense. I've always enjoyed the way old folk songs say what they need to say without becoming convoluted or ostentatious. Just words of wisdom straight from the heart of a little midwestern girl."<br />
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Zola Jesus in Vienna, 2011.<br />
Reviewers praise the quality of her vocal performances. "Whether creaking or soaring, her voice transmits with a directness that easily cuts through the layers of lo-fi grime that usually surround it. You don't hear singers like this every day, or even every year," according to Pitchfork.<br />
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Danilova's been exposed to modern music through her father who listened to bands like Oingo Boingo, Dead Kennedys, Squeeze and Talking Heads. When older, she discovered The Residents and Throbbing Gristle. "I liked exploring how uncomfortable music could make you, which is how I found noise. I was terrified by the Residents when I first heard them at 13, but then I got intrigued by it and wanted to listen more," she said. "Their catalogue is one of the few of any artist where I never know what to expect with each album. [They're] constantly changing and experimenting in their art, as any great performer should. As far as a composer, I'd have to say Karlheinz Stockhausen—absolutely out of control brilliant." Answering questions about her favourite artists and composers, she was also mentioning "singers with big voices, like Diamanda Galas and Tina Turner. Divas, film scores from the '70s and '80s. Industrial and power electronics. BBC Radiophonic Workshop, opera, Philip K. Dick." Speaking to Spinner, she said: "I listen to anything that stands out. I guess something people wouldn't expect me to listen to are artists like Alicia Keys. But she is so incredibly talented. She has this huge voice and great work ethic, which I really respect in an artist. She is also very humble and gracious and devoted to her skill." Of her operatic upbringing she said:<br />
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"It has probably influenced me in several ways. When recording I look at the entire album as a whole, and not just song by song. As in operas, there are arias, interludes, etc., that all weave together to create a mood and story. Singing opera has made me very self-critical and analytical; I'm a severe perfectionist due to my studies. I was taught to sing in a way that was very biological and scientific. I resented the idea of opera as a 'skill' to be mastered, so Zola Jesus was my way of using what I knew but allowing the sounds to come out of my voice however was most comfortable, regardless of correctness."<br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">May what you see in the mirror delight you, and what others see in you delight them. May someone love you enough to forgive your faults, be blind to your blemishes, and tell the world about your virtues.</span></i></b></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Christmas wish is the ideal way to pray
for love and peace for all. Wishes can be given to anyone, whether you
know a person or not. It is the way to share your feelings and happiness
with all those whom you come across on this sacred occasion. You never
know; you might make a lonely person smile because of your Christmas
wish. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>The idea of Christmas wishes can go a long way in maintaining
relationships and creating a bond that can only become stronger with
time. Christmas wishes come in many different forms but have one single
essence - To spread peace and happiness on this sacred occasion.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>Love, Peace and Joy came down on earth on Christmas day to make you happy and cheerful. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>May Christmas spread cheer in your
lives! May all your days be merry and bright and may your Christmas be
white! Merry Christmas! </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>May your world be filled with warmth
and good cheer this Holy season, and throughout the year! Wish your
Christmas be filled with peace and love. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>► Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>► Feliz Navidad y Feliz Ano Nuevo!</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>► Joyeux Noël et nouvelle année heureuse!</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><b>► Frohe Weihnachten und glückliches Neues Jahr!</b></span></div>
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that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him
should not perish, but have everlasting life. </b></span></h4>
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When tomorrow starts without me,<br />
And I'm not there to see,<br />
If the sun should rise and find your eyes<br />
all filled with tears for me,<br />
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I wish so much you wouldn't cry<br />
The way you did today,<br />
While thinking of the many things,<br />
We didn't get to say.<br />
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I know how much you love me,<br />
As much as I love you,<br />
and each time that you think of me,<br />
I know you'll miss me too.<br />
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But when tomorrow starts without me,<br />
Please try to understand,<br />
That an angel came and called my name,<br />
And took me by the hand,<br />
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and said my place was ready,<br />
In heaven far above,<br />
And that I'd have to leave behind<br />
All those I dearly love.<br />
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But as I turned to walk away,<br />
A tear fell from my eye<br />
For all my life, I'd always thought,<br />
I didn't want to die.<br />
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I had so much to live for,<br />
So much left yet to do,<br />
It seemed almost impossible,<br />
That I was leaving you.<br />
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I thought of all the yesterdays<br />
The good ones and the bad,<br />
I thought of all the love we shared,<br />
and all the fun we had<br />
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If I could re-live yesterday<br />
Just even for a while,<br />
I'd say good-bye and kiss you<br />
And maybe see you smile.<br />
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But then I fully realized,<br />
That this could never be,<br />
For emptiness and memories,<br />
would take the place of me.<br />
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And when I thought of worldly things,<br />
I might miss come tomorrow,<br />
I thought of you, and when I did,<br />
My heart was filled with sorrow.<br />
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But when I walked through heaven's gates,<br />
I felt so much at home<br />
When God looked down and smiled at me,<br />
From His great golden throne.<br />
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He said, "This is eternity,<br />
And all I've promised you."<br />
Today your life on earth is past,<br />
But here life starts anew<br />
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I promise no tomorrow,<br />
But today will always last,<br />
And since each day's the same<br />
There's no longing for the past.<br />
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You have been so faithful,<br />
So trusting and so true.<br />
Though there were times you did some things<br />
You knew you shouldn't do.<br />
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But you have been forgiven<br />
And now at last you're free.<br />
So won't you come and take my hand<br />
And share my life with me?<br />
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So when tomorrow starts without me,<br />
Don't think we're far apart,<br />
For every time you think of me,<br />
I'm right here, in your heart.autostopowicz70http://www.blogger.com/profile/10682172712981466707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153022007030819230.post-16752295112955122332014-11-09T23:51:00.000-08:002014-11-09T23:51:08.266-08:00BĄDŹ MIŁOŚCIĄ !<br />
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1 If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.<br />
2 And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.<br />
3 If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.<br />
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4 Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant<br />
5 or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;<br />
6 it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.<br />
7 Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.<br />
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8 Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away.<br />
9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part,<br />
10 but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away.<br />
11 When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways.<br />
12 For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.<br />
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13 So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.<br />
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Wymyślę dla ciebie różę - Louis Aragon<br />
Muzyka: Lumiere Tales - Starlight Night<br />
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Wymyślę dla ciebie różę<br />
Dla ciebie która jesteś różą nie do opisania<br />
Przynajmniej słowami z modlitewnika twoich procesji<br />
Różą którą ukazać mogą słowa obce róży<br />
Podobnie jak wyrywający się krzyk oznacza cierpienie<br />
Gwiazdy pożądań nad otchłanią miłość<br />
Wymyślę dla ciebie różę z palców uwielbienia<br />
Tworzących nawę krzyżujących się i obnażonych<br />
Wymyślę dla ciebie różę z portyku<br />
Kochanków których jedynym łóżkiem są ich ramiona<br />
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Różę w sercu kamiennych umarłych konających bez spowiednika<br />
Różę rolnika rozerwanego przez minę na własnym polu<br />
Karmazynowy zapach znalezionego listu<br />
Gdzie nic się do mnie nie odnosi ani miłosne napomknienie ani zniewaga<br />
Spotkanie na które nikt się nie zjawił<br />
Wojsko w ucieczce podczas gwałtownego wiatru<br />
Kroki matki przed więzieniem<br />
Śpiew mężczyzny w godzinę sjesty pod oliwkami<br />
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Walkę kogutów w kraju mgły<br />
Różę żołnierza oddalonego od kraju<br />
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Wymyślę dla ciebie moją różę tyle róż<br />
Ile jest diamentowych błysków w morskiej wodzie<br />
Tyle róż ile wieków wiruje w pyle nieba<br />
Ile marzeń krąży w umyśle dziecka<br />
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Ile świateł pomieścić może jedna łza<br />
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Louis Aragon<br />
przeł. Artur Międzyrzecki<br />
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J'inventerai pour toi la rose<br />
Pour toi qui es la rose indescriptible<br />
Au moins des mots qui sont de son processionnel coutumier<br />
La rose que ne font voir que les mots étrangers à la rose<br />
Ainsi qu'il en va du cri qui s'arrache et de la douleur qu'il traduit<br />
Des étoiles du plaisir au-dessus de l'abîme d'amour<br />
J'inventerai pour toi la rose des doigts adorants<br />
Qui formaient nef et se croisèrent et se défeuillent<br />
J'inventerai pour toi la rose sous le porche<br />
Des amants qui n'ont d'autre lit que leurs bras<br />
La rose au coeur des gisants de pierre morts sans confession<br />
La rose du paysan qui saute sur une mine dans son champ<br />
Le parfum cramoisi d'une lettre trouvée<br />
Où rien ne s'adresse à moi ni la caresse ni l'affront<br />
Le rendez-vous où personne n'est venu<br />
Une armée en fuite un jour de grand vent<br />
Le pas d'une mère devant une prison<br />
Un chant d'homme à l'heure de la sieste sous les oliviers<br />
Un combat de coqs dans un pays de brumes<br />
La rose du soldat séparé de son pays<br />
J'inventerai pour toi ma rose autant de roses<br />
Qu'il y a de diamants dans l'eau de la mer<br />
Autant de roses qu'il y a de siècles dans la poussière du temps<br />
Autant qu'il y a de rêves dans une seule tête d'enfant<br />
Autant qu'il peut y avoir de lumières dans un sanglot.<br />
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I’ll reinvent the rose for you<br />
For you are that rose which cannot be described<br />
These few words at least in the order proper to her ritual<br />
That rose which only words distant from roses can describe<br />
The way it is with the ecstatic cry and the terrible sadness which it translates<br />
From the stars of pleaure above love’s deep abyss<br />
I will reinvent for youth rose of adoring fingers<br />
Which create a nave as they interlace but whose petals then suddenly fall away<br />
I will reinvent for you the rose beneath the balconies<br />
Of lovers whose only beds are their arms<br />
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The rose at the heart of sculpted stone figures dead without benefit of confession<br />
The rose of a peasant blown to bits by a landmine in his field<br />
The scarlet scent of a letter that has been “discovered”<br />
In which nothing’s addressed to me neither the insult nor the compliment<br />
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Some rendezvous to which no one has come<br />
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An entire army in flight on a very windy day<br />
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A maternal footstep before prison-gates<br />
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A man’s song at siesta-time beneath the olive trees<br />
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A cock-fight in a mist-enshrouded countryside<br />
The rose of a soldier cut off from his own home country<br />
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I’ll reinvent for you my rose as many roses<br />
As there are diamonds in the waters of the seas<br />
As there are past centuries adrift in the dust of the earth’s atmosphere<br />
As there are dreams in just one childish head<br />
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As there can be reflections in one tearautostopowicz70http://www.blogger.com/profile/10682172712981466707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153022007030819230.post-75327402837371514372014-10-07T07:09:00.003-07:002014-10-07T07:09:53.234-07:00Lana Del Rey - Chelsea Hotel No 2<br />
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00:52 Ordinary Life<br />
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54:20 Let's Start A Bandautostopowicz70http://www.blogger.com/profile/10682172712981466707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153022007030819230.post-45699470887326740992014-09-24T11:03:00.000-07:002014-09-24T11:03:00.789-07:00DON'T REGRET | DREAM | DO - Visit CracowCracow, Poland. October, 2013.<br />
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autostopowicz70http://www.blogger.com/profile/10682172712981466707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153022007030819230.post-35005138049079858722014-09-19T09:07:00.002-07:002014-09-19T09:08:03.903-07:00Joanna Sierko-Filipowska<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Born on February 13, 1960 in Bialystok.<br />
In 1985 she graduated with distinction from the Faculty of Graphic Arts at the Academy of Fine Arts in Warsaw.<br />
- She studied in the workshop studio of Prof. Halina Chrostowska<br />
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In 1986 she was awarded an artist grant sponsored by the Minister of Culture and Art.<br />
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Urodzona 13 lutego 1960 roku w Białymstoku.<br />
W 1985 roku ukończyła z wyróżnieniem wydział Grafiki Akademii Sztuk Pięknych w Warszawie.<br />
- dyplom w pracowni grafiki warsztatowej prof. Haliny Chrostowskiej<br />
- aneks do dyplomu w pracowni prof. Jerzego Tchórzewskiego<br />
W 1986 roku otrzymała stypendium twórcze przyznane przez Ministra Kultury i Sztuki.<br />
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<br />autostopowicz70http://www.blogger.com/profile/10682172712981466707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153022007030819230.post-18332748179452136932014-09-07T12:03:00.002-07:002014-09-07T12:03:21.988-07:00Only Lovers Left Alive (2014) Official Trailer<br />
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Set against the romantic desolation of Detroit and Tangiers, an underground musician, deeply depressed by the direction of human activities, reunites with his resilient and enigmatic lover.<br />
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Their love story has already endured several centuries at least, but their debauched idyll is soon disrupted by her wild and uncontrollable younger sister.<br />
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Can these wise but fragile outsiders continue to survive as the modern world collapses around them?<br />
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ONLY LOVERS LEFT ALIVE (2013)<br />
Running Time: 123 minutes<br />
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After moving to Paris, Yasmine collaborated with CocoRosie. She teamed up with Mirwais (who was part of French electronic new wave band Taxi Girl in the 80s, and produced/co-wrote some of Madonna's albums), with whom she recorded the Arabology album (2008), under the Y.A.S. moniker.<br />
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Yasmine Hamdan then joined forces with Marc Collin (Nouvelle Vague (band)) to write and produce her first, self-titled solo album, which came out in France and Lebanon in 2012 on Kwaidan Records), and is released internationally (in a revised version with five new tracks) in 2013 by Crammed Discs under the title Ya Nass. In this album, which blends pop, folk and electronic sounds with melodies and lyrics inspired by various Middle-Eastern traditions, Yasmine Hamdan "has undertaken the challenge of affirming and rewriting Arabic musical heritage", according to the Al-Akhbar paper. Her personal life (she has lived in Lebanon, Kuwait, Abu Dhabi, Greece and France) and her curiosity have enabled Yasmine Hamdan to playfully use various dialects of Arabic in her lyrics, which alternate between Lebanese, Kuwaiti, Palestinian, Egyptian and Bedouin, as well as some of the code-switching which is so typical of Middle-Eastern humour.<br />
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Yasmine Hamdan is appearing in Jim Jarmusch's new movie[8] Only Lovers Left Alive alongside Tilda Swinton and Tom Hiddleston. She has recently written an original soundtrack for the theatre play Rituel pour une métamorphose by Syrian playwright Saadallah Wannous, for a production at Comédie Française.<br />
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<br />autostopowicz70http://www.blogger.com/profile/10682172712981466707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153022007030819230.post-72243335430932943872014-08-09T10:43:00.000-07:002014-08-09T10:43:54.519-07:00Wonderful: Stromae - Formidable (ceci n'est pas une leçon)<br />
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Formidable, formidable<br />
Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable,<br />
Nous étions formidables,<br />
Formidable,<br />
Tu étais formidable,<br />
J'étais fort minable,<br />
Nous étions formidables.<br />
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Eh, l'bébé, oups : mademoiselle,<br />
Je vais pas vous draguer, promis, juré,<br />
J'suis célibataire et depuis hier putain,<br />
J'peux pas faire d'enfants, mais bon, c'est pas... eh, reviens !<br />
5 minutes quoi, j't'ai pas insulté, j'suis poli, courtois,<br />
Et un peu fort bourré et pour les mecs comme moi<br />
Vous avez autre chose à faire, vous m'pourriez vu hier<br />
Où j'étais<br />
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Formidable, formidable<br />
Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable,<br />
Nous étions formidables,<br />
Formidable,<br />
Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable,<br />
Nous étions formidables.<br />
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Eh tu t'es regardé, tu t'crois beau<br />
Parce que tu t'es marié ?!<br />
Mais c'est qu'un anneau, mec, t'emballes pas,<br />
Elle va t'larguer comme elles font chaque fois,<br />
Et puis l'autre fille, tu lui en a parlé ?<br />
Si tu veux je lui dis, comme ça c'est réglé,<br />
Et au p'tit aussi, enfin si vous en avez,<br />
Attends 3 ans, 7 ans et là vous verrez<br />
Si c'est<br />
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Formidable, formidable,<br />
Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable,<br />
Nous étions formidables,<br />
Formidable,<br />
Tu étais formidable, et j'étais fort minable,<br />
Nous étions formidables.<br />
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Et, petite, oh, pardon : petit,<br />
Tu sais dans la vie y'a ni méchant ni gentil,<br />
Si maman est chiante, c'est qu'elle a peur d'être mamie,<br />
Si papa trompe maman, c'est parce que maman vieillit, tiens !<br />
Pourquoi t'es tout rouge? Beh, reviens, gamin,<br />
Et qu'est-ce que vous avez tous<br />
A me regarder comme un singe, vous ?<br />
Ah, oui, vous êtes saints, vous,<br />
Bande de macaques !<br />
Donnez moi un bébé singe, il sera<br />
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Formidable, formidable<br />
Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable,<br />
Nous étions formidables,<br />
Formidable,<br />
Tu étais formidable, j'étais fort minable,<br />
Nous étions formidables<br />
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Wspaniała, wspaniała<br />
Ty byłaś wspaniała, ja byłem taki żałosny<br />
My byliśmy wspaniali<br />
Wspaniała<br />
Wspaniała, wspaniała<br />
Ty byłaś wspaniała, ja byłem taki żałosny<br />
My byliśmy wspaniali<br />
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Och, kochanie... ups! Proszę pani<br />
Nie zamierzam pani podrywać, obiecuję, przysięgam<br />
Jestem singlem od wczoraj, cholera<br />
Nie mogę mieć dzieci, ale cóż, to nie...<br />
Ech, wracaj!<br />
Tylko 5 minut, co? Nie obraziłem cię, jestem grzeczny, uprzejmy<br />
I trochę zbyt pijany i dla takich facetów, jak ja<br />
pani ma coś innego do roboty, gdyby tylko mnie pani widziała wczoraj<br />
Byłem wspaniały<br />
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Wspaniały, wspaniały<br />
Ty byłaś wspaniała, ja byłem taki żałosny<br />
My byliśmy wspaniali<br />
Wspaniała<br />
Wspaniała, wspaniała<br />
Ty byłaś wspaniała, ja byłem taki żałosny<br />
My byliśmy wspaniali<br />
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Heh, spójrz na siebie, myślisz, że jesteś przystojny<br />
Ponieważ jesteś żonaty,<br />
Ale to tylko pierścionek, człowieku, nie jaraj się tak<br />
Ona rzuci cię, tak one robią za każdym razem<br />
I potem kolejna dziewczyna, mówiłeś o jakiejś?<br />
Jeśli chcesz, powiem twojej żonie, będzie załatwione<br />
I dziecku też, no, jeśli masz jakieś<br />
Czekaj, 3 lata, 7 lat i zobaczysz<br />
czy jest<br />
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Wspaniałe, wspaniałe<br />
Ty byłaś wspaniała, ja byłem taki żałosny<br />
My byliśmy wspaniali<br />
Wspaniała<br />
Wspaniała, wspaniała<br />
Ty byłaś wspaniała, ja byłem taki żałosny<br />
My byliśmy wspaniali<br />
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Hej, mała, a, przepraszam, mały...<br />
Ty wiesz, że w życiu nie ma ani złych, ani grzecznych<br />
Jeśli mama jest irytująca, to dlatego, że boi się być babcią<br />
Jeśli tatuś zdradza mamusię, to dlatego, że mamusia się starzeje, hej<br />
Dlaczego jesteś cała czerwona? Wracaj.<br />
A co wami wszystkimi, patrzycie się na mnie jak na małpę? Wy!<br />
Ach, tak, wy jesteście święci, Wy!<br />
Banda małp!<br />
Dajcie mi małą małpkę, będzie<br />
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Wspaniale, wspaniale<br />
Ty byłaś wspaniała, ja byłem taki żałosny<br />
My byliśmy wspaniali<br />
Wspaniała<br />
Wspaniała, wspaniała<br />
Ty byłaś wspaniała, ja byłem taki żałosny<br />
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The eXoplanetary Research Institute (XRI) was founded in 1998 with a mission to explore terrestrial bodies and seek out life beyond the confines of our own solar system. Thanks to the generous anonymous contributions from a private benefactor, XRI has since become a world leader in communications and propulsion technologies and now stands at the threshold of one of the greatest scientific expeditions of all time.</div>
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When we launched our flagship probe Interstellar I more than a decade ago, we were bound for Epsilon Eridani b, which was the closest known extrasolar planet at the time. Today, based on data we've gathered with our approaching probe, we know that the Epsilon Eridani solar system contains at least 6 planets. One of these planets lies in the "Goldilocks zone"—the region in which the planet's temperature will likely be just above the freezing point of water, making it a good candidate for supporting Earth-like life.</div>
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The idea to crowdsource the exploration of our destination planet was inspired, in part, by similar projects like NASA's MoonZoo or SETIQuest Explorer. With the recent cuts in the US space program, we saw increased opportunities for private foundations like XRI to fill the void. For the Extrasolar project, we're allowing an unprecedented level of access to the most ambitious space exploration project of our time.</div>
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When NASA began its unmanned mission to Mars in 2003, they wisely chose to send two rovers—Spirit and Opportunity—so that if one broke down, the mission could still be successful. Here at the eXoplanetary Research Institute (XRI) we call that "redundancy lite." For the Extrasolar project, we've packed so many rovers aboard Interstellar I, that there's no way we could control them all without bringing in assistance from volunteers like you.</div>
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Each rover is about the size of a large toaster when it's folded up aboard the Interstellar I probe. The rovers unfold to reveal six independently articulated legs with wheels, solar panels and a head with multiple sensors, including a camera that can extend to one meter (3.3 feet) above the ground.</div>
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As project liaison Robert Turing explained, "The idea was to keep rovers as simple and lightweight as possible. The rovers will communicate over short distances with lander modules which will, in turn, relay messages back to a communications base station that will remain in orbit. From there, the messages will be relayed back to Earth using a proprietary communications technology."</div>
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autostopowicz70http://www.blogger.com/profile/10682172712981466707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153022007030819230.post-17906761169271594382014-06-27T07:21:00.000-07:002014-06-27T07:21:04.334-07:00Little Big Town - Tornado<br />
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Thought you'd change the weather<br />
Start a little storm<br />
Make a little rain<br />
But I'm gonna do one better hide the sun until you pray<br />
I'm a tornado, looking for a soul to take<br />
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You're gonna see me coming by the selfish things you did<br />
I'm gonna leave you guessin' how this funnel is gonna hit<br />
I'm a tornado, looking for a man to break<br />
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I'm gonna lift this house, spin it all around<br />
Toss it in the air and throw it in the ground<br />
Make sure you're never found<br />
Thought you'd take a swing<br />
Try another girl, try another night,<br />
But it's the pain that brings my force of nature back to life<br />
I'm a tornado<br />
More disturbed than an F5<br />
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I'm gonna lift this house, spin it all around<br />
Toss it in the air and throw it in the ground<br />
Make sure you're never found<br />
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The winds are getting stronger<br />
The sky is falling through<br />
And you ain't got much longer<br />
Till the rage rips off the roof<br />
I'm a tornado...<br />
And I'm coming after you...autostopowicz70http://www.blogger.com/profile/10682172712981466707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153022007030819230.post-73498860366359482982014-06-20T17:38:00.003-07:002014-06-20T17:38:46.938-07:00The First Day of Summer!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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To Summer</div>
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by William Blake</div>
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O thou who passest thro' our valleys in</div>
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Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat</div>
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That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer,</div>
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Oft pitched'st here thy golden tent, and oft</div>
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Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld</div>
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With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.</div>
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Beneath our thickest shades we oft have heard</div>
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Thy voice, when noon upon his fervid car</div>
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Rode o'er the deep of heaven; beside our springs</div>
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Sit down, and in our mossy valleys, on</div>
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Some bank beside a river clear, throw thy</div>
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Silk draperies off, and rush into the stream:</div>
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Our valleys love the Summer in his pride.</div>
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Our bards are fam'd who strike the silver wire:</div>
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Our youth are bolder than the southern swains:</div>
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Our maidens fairer in the sprightly dance:</div>
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We lack not songs, nor instruments of joy,</div>
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Nor echoes sweet, nor waters clear as heaven,</div>
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Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat.</div>
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autostopowicz70http://www.blogger.com/profile/10682172712981466707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153022007030819230.post-66148521746004578212014-05-31T11:38:00.001-07:002014-05-31T11:38:34.689-07:00Benjamin Péret - Halo<br />
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Dla Ciebie Vient, z miłością.<br />
Benjamin Péret - Halo<br />
Muzyka: Torley on Piano - Delicate platinum<br />
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Mój samolocie w płomieniach mój zamku zatopiony w reńskim winie<br />
moje ghetto czarnych irysów moje ucho z kryształu<br />
moja skało lecąca z urwiska żeby zmiażdżyć polowego<br />
mój ślimaku opalowy mój komarze powietrzny<br />
mój puchu z rajskiego ptaka moja grzywo z czarnej piany<br />
mój grobie co pękł moja ulewo czerwonych szarańczy<br />
moja latająca wyspo moje turkusowe winogrono<br />
moje zderzenie aut rozszalałych i roztropnych moja dzika grządko<br />
mój słupku dmuchawca w oku moim odbity<br />
moja tulipanowa cebulko w mózgu<br />
moja gazelo zabłąkana w kinie na bulwarach<br />
moja szkatułko słońca mój owocu dojrzały z wulkanu<br />
mój śmiechu ukrytego stawu gdzie wciąż topią się roztargnieni prorocy<br />
mój zalewie czarnych porzeczek mój motyli smardzu<br />
moja kaskado niebieska jak klinga z dna która czyni wiosnę<br />
mój rewolwerze koralowy którego usta przyciągają mnie jak oko<br />
[migotliwe studni<br />
połyskliwe jak lustro w którym wypatrujesz płochliwego trzepotu<br />
[kolibrów twego spojrzenia<br />
zgubionego w ekspozycji bieli oprawnej w mumie<br />
KOCHAM Cię.<br />
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Przełożył z francuskiego Robert Stiller<br />
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Allo<br />
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Mon avion en flammes mon château inondé de vin du Rhin<br />
mon ghetto d'iris noirs mon oreille de cristal<br />
mon rocher dévalant la falaise pour écraser le garde-champêtre<br />
mon escargot d'opale mon moustique d'air<br />
mon édredon de paradisiers ma chevelure d'écume noire<br />
mon tombeau éclaté ma pluie de sauterelles rouges<br />
mon île volante mon raisin de turquoise<br />
ma collision d'autos folles et prudentes ma plate-bande sauvage<br />
mon pistil de pissenlit projeté dans mon oeil<br />
mon oignon de tulipe dans le cerveau<br />
ma gazelle égarée dans un cinéma des boulevards<br />
ma cassette de soleil mon fruit de volcan<br />
mon rire d'étang caché où vont se noyer les prophèthes distraits<br />
mon inondation de cassis mon papillon de morille<br />
ma cascade bleue comme une lame de fond qui fait le printemps<br />
mon revolver de corail dont la bouche m'attire comme l'oeil d'un puits<br />
scintillant<br />
glacé comme le miroir où tu contemples la fuite des oiseaux mouches de ton regard<br />
perdu dans une exposition de blanc encadrée de momies<br />
je t'aime<br />
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Benjamin Péret (1899-1959)autostopowicz70http://www.blogger.com/profile/10682172712981466707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153022007030819230.post-88308117721436541112014-05-11T03:08:00.002-07:002014-05-11T03:09:19.218-07:00Indila - Dernière Danse<br />
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autostopowicz70http://www.blogger.com/profile/10682172712981466707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153022007030819230.post-6103433148933338282014-05-10T12:16:00.001-07:002014-05-10T12:16:32.371-07:00Pablo Neruda - Mogę pisać wiersze najsmutniejsze tej nocy<br />
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Pablo Neruda - Dwadzieścia poematów o miłości i jedna pieśń rozpaczy - 20<br />
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Mogę pisać wiersze najsmutniejsze tej nocy.<br />
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Pisać na przykład: "Ta noc rozgwieżdżona,<br />
i drgają błękitne gwiazdy w oddali".<br />
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Nocny wiatr krąży po niebie i śpiewa.<br />
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Mogę pisać wiersze najsmutniejsze tej nocy.<br />
Kochałem ją i czasami ona też mnie kochała.<br />
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W takie noce jak ta miałem ją w ramionach.<br />
Całowałem ją tyle razy pod niebem bezkresnym.<br />
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Ona mnie kochała, czasami ja ją też kochałem.<br />
Jakże nie było kochać jej wielkich zapatrzonych oczu .<br />
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Mogę pisać wiersze najsmutniejsze tej nocy.<br />
Myśleć, że jej nie mam. Żałować, że ją straciłem.<br />
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Słuchać nocy ogromnej, jeszcze ogromniejszej bez niej.<br />
A wiersz spada na duszę jak na łąkę rosa.<br />
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Cóż, moja miłość nie mogła zatrzymać jej.<br />
Noc jest rozgwieżdżona, a ona nie jest ze mną.<br />
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To wszystko. Daleko ktoś śpiewa. Gdzieś daleko.<br />
Moja dusza nie może się pogodzić z tym, że ją straciłem.<br />
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Jakby dla przybliżenia jej, mój wzrok jej szuka.<br />
Moje serce jej szuka, a ona nie jest ze mną.<br />
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Ta sama noc jak przedtem bieli te same drzewa.<br />
My, ci jak wtedy, już nie jesteśmy ci sami.<br />
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Już jej nie kocham, to pewne, ale jakże ją kochałem.<br />
Mój głos szukał wiatru, aby dotknąć jej słuchu.<br />
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Z innym. Będzie z innym. Jak przed moimi pocałunkami.<br />
Jej głos, jej jasne ciało. Ich oczy bezkresne.<br />
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Już jej nie kocham, to pewne, ale być może ją kocham.<br />
Tak krótka jest miłość, a tak długie jest zapominanie.<br />
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Że w takie noce jak ta miałem ją w swoich ramionach,<br />
moja dusza nie może się pogodzić z tym, że ją straciłem.<br />
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Chociaż to byłby ostatni ból, jaki mi sprawia,<br />
i to są ostatnie wiersze, jakie z nim piszę.<br />
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20 Poemas de amor y una canción desesperada -- 20<br />
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Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.<br />
Escribir, por ejemplo: " La noche está estrellada,<br />
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos".<br />
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El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.<br />
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Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.<br />
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.<br />
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En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.<br />
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.<br />
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Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.<br />
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.<br />
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Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.<br />
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.<br />
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Oír la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.<br />
Y el verso cae al alma como pasto el rocío.<br />
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Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.<br />
La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.<br />
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Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.<br />
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.<br />
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Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.<br />
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.<br />
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La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.<br />
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.<br />
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Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.<br />
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.<br />
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De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.<br />
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.<br />
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Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.<br />
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.<br />
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Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,<br />
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.<br />
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Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,<br />
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.<br />
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20 Love Poems and a Song of Despair - 20<br />
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines.<br />
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Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'<br />
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The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.<br />
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines.<br />
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.<br />
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Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.<br />
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.<br />
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She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.<br />
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.<br />
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines.<br />
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.<br />
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To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.<br />
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.<br />
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What does it matter that my love could not keep her.<br />
The night is starry and she is not with me.<br />
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This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.<br />
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.<br />
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My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.<br />
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.<br />
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The same night whitening the same trees.<br />
We, of that time, are no longer the same.<br />
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I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.<br />
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.<br />
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Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.<br />
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.<br />
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I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.<br />
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.<br />
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Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms<br />
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.<br />
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Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer<br />
and these the last verses that I write for her.<br />
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autostopowicz70http://www.blogger.com/profile/10682172712981466707noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153022007030819230.post-62229805009987875922014-05-02T02:41:00.000-07:002014-05-02T02:41:08.069-07:00My bubba - Poem Found in the Pocket of an Amazon<br />
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