2010 m. gegužės 31 d., pirmadienis
Listen
My lesson of today. The value and mechanism that rules the world is not the time or money, it's love and energy you give to each other. Simple. But true.
2010 m. gegužės 28 d., penktadienis
Mood for poetry
Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory, she is smiling alone
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Has the moon lost her memory, she is smiling alone
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life and I mustn’t give in
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory, too
And a new day will begin
I must think of a new life and I mustn’t give in
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory, too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
The stale cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me, it’s so easy to leave me
All alone with my memory of my days in the sun
If you touch me, you’ll understand what happiness is
Look a new day has begun
All alone with my memory of my days in the sun
If you touch me, you’ll understand what happiness is
Look a new day has begun
Thomas Stearns Eliot OM (September 26, 1888 – January 4, 1965) was an Anglo-American poet, playwright, and literary critic, arguably the most important English-language poet of the 20th century. The poem above was taken from Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, a book that inspired the musical “Cats”.The lyrics, written by Cats director Trevor Nunn, was based on T. S. Eliot’s poems “Preludes” and “Rhapsody on a Windy Night” (thanks Ciaran Corry )
2010 m. gegužės 27 d., ketvirtadienis
About people you love and you will
I love my favorite serial "Men in trees" and short conclusions..:
Sometimes it’s easier to take care of strangers than the people you love. And again. Sometimes people you love are strangers. Although there’re tough times and you have to try to be honest. You have to try to be there for each other. And you have to believe not just in love but in the people you love. And you have to say what you have to say before the chance disappears for ever.
Sometimes it’s easier to take care of strangers than the people you love. And again. Sometimes people you love are strangers. Although there’re tough times and you have to try to be honest. You have to try to be there for each other. And you have to believe not just in love but in the people you love. And you have to say what you have to say before the chance disappears for ever.
We’re all in a little dark when it comes to love. Sometimes you have to run from it to see it clearly. The optimists know that there’s the endless amount of love to go around. The others of us can only hope we’re not the ones left without the seat when the music starts. Even when you get what you want, at best, love is a shot in the dark.
2010 m. gegužės 24 d., pirmadienis
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