Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Lisa Lipps Breast Size

Valeri BRIÚSOV





















spring break plows
the gnarled skin of the earth, -
to
autumn blizzard snow cover in the desert spaces.

slyly red wheat, flax Azulea
young ...
Again, everything is white and silent, only wolves
pass, as in a dream.

A soft murmur moved the fields,
crushes them in combat malicious ... And again
Mikula
quietly with the groove cut their chest.

ancestors
alert monitor their children's work, bent like willows
the mountain, rising
as a mist of the meadows.

and forward through the inevitable path
through the years, riots and disasters,
creeps, severe and applied work
legacy forever.

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Friday, December 24, 2010

Parrot Scratching Floor

Joseph Brodsky




















HONEYMOON BIT


Never forget,
as the water hits the pier ,
and the air is flexible - as
a lifesaver.

And about - screaming seagulls, yachts
and look at the sky and clouds
fly very high,
like a flock of ducks.

That in your heart,
like a fish alive, shake and shudder

fragment of our life together.

Let's hear the rustling of the oysters, which bristle
bush. And to help you

the passion that you came to the mouth,

understand - without the help of words -
how the foam of the sea waves,
coming to earth,
creates ridges in the distance.
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Sunday, December 19, 2010

Create Your Own Title Belt On Line

VICTOR BELL Tsoi



















1962 - 1990

Musician, composer, poet, painter, founder of the rock band "Kino"

.................................. "and" life "- is just a word, there is only love and death"
; ; ; - V. Tsoi-


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A step

I have a house, only that I have no keys,
I have a sun, but the clouds,
I have a head, only I have no shoulders,
but I like the clouds cut the beam the sun.
I have a word, but it no letters,
I have a forest, but I have no axes,
I have time, but wait I have no strength, and is also
night, but in it there are no dreams. There are also days

white, white, white mountains
white ice.
But all I need - is just a few words

and place to take a step forward.

I have a river, just that I have no bridge,
I have mice, but I have no cat,
I have a sailboat, but there is no wind, there is still
colors, but no canvas. In my kitchen there
tap water,
I have a wound, but do not sell,
I have brothers, but I have no relatives
I have a hand, and is empty.

And there are days when white, white, white mountain ice
white.
But what I need - is just a few words

and place to take a step forward.



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Monday, December 13, 2010

Opera Quarta Free Streaming Mario Salieri

AJMADÚLINA



















April 10, 1937 - November 29, 2010


who is silent


... In this world where it is autumn, when the children's faces are pink,
where the words of the agitation of the lonely soul is heavy, there is someone
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He notes, for silent flight leaves,
in the universe and manages the great rite of silence.
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