Association Of Young Lawyers Of The Balearic Islands

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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