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“The tragedy in life is not death but what we let die inside of us while we live.
Don't let yourself die inside - don't.”
Willow Rose
(Blackbird Fly)
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She held the moon the way she held her own heart
As if it was the only light that could guide her through
The darkest nights
Chrissie Pinney
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AmF69DqUyOs
Sweet. Sour. Bitter. Salty. Umami.
Primavera. Verano. Otoño. Invierno.
Put all the tastes of all your seasons in a bottle then shake
You'd have a marvelous drink full of lifetime memories
Shake them well before you drink it huh...
Or else!:z13:
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It Might As Well Be Spring
Songwriters: Oscar Hammerstein 2nd / Richard Rodgers
Artistette: Laura Fygi
The things I used to like, I don't like any more
I want a lot of other things I've never had before
It's just like my mama says, I sit around and mourn
Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I'd say that I had spring fever
But I know it isn't spring
I'm as starry eyed and gravely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should I have spring fever
When it isn't even spring
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words I have never never heard
From a man I've yet to meet
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
It might as well be, might as well be
It might as well be spring
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7yLcJmxNazk
Cinema Paradiso (1988 film)
Alfredo to Toto Salvatore:
Living here day by day, you think it's the center of the world.
You believe nothing will ever change.
Then you leave - a year, two years.
When you come back, everything's changed.
The thread's broken.
What you came to find isn't there.
What was yours is gone.
You have to go away for a long time... many years...
Before you can come back and find your people.
The land where you were born.
But now, no.
It's not possible.
Right now you're blinder than I am.
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Áspri méra ke ya mas
(There will be better days, even for us)
Composer: Stavros Xarhakos
Lyrics: Nikos Gatsos
Artist: Agnes Baltsa/Giannis Kotsiras
I will water with my teardrops
Those bitter times
Those sad summers
That I had to spend with you
With lifeless doves (hopes)
My skies each dawn were filled
I will return, sad Virgin Mary
Farewell, weep not
Do not let your grieving heart get you down
Just say
Never mind
A brighter day will dawn on us
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PWoRXBEliF0
Little Flower
Written by: Sidney Bechet
Artist: Fausto Papetti
I have hidden
Better than anywhere else
In the garden of my heart
A little flower
This flower
Prettier than a bouquet
It secretly keeps
All my childish dreams
And the love of my parents
And all these clear mornings
Made of happy distant memories
When life
At times betrays me
You remain my happiness
Little flower
If I could
Recall my twenties for a moment
To breath
This perfume that I loved so much
In my heart
You will always bloom
In the grand garden of love
Little flower
Take this gift
That I always kept
Even when I was twenty
I have never given it away
Don't be afraid
Plucked from the bottom of one's heart
A little flower
Never dies
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Perhaps Love
Songwriters: John Denver
Perhaps love is like a resting place
A shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort
It is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble
When you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home
Perhaps love is like a window
Perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer
It wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself
And don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through
Oh, love to some is like a cloud
To some as strong as steel
For some a way of living
For some a way to feel
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
And some say they don't know
Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict, full of pain
Like a fire when it's cold outside
Or thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
And some say they don't know
Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict, full of pain
Like a fire when it's cold outside
Or thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Zq5nh-w2cA
In the night afoot
In the night found
Many mines thereabouts
For them they dominated
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Dr. Buddy Rydell:
"Let me explain something to you, Dave.
There are two kinds of angry people in this world: explosive and implosive.
Explosive is the kind of individual you see screaming at the cashier for not taking their coupons.
Implosive is the cashier who remains quiet day after day and finally shoots everyone in the store.
You're the cashier."
Dave Buznik:
"No, no, no.
I'm the guy hiding in the frozen food section dialling 911.
I swear."
*#nite-once-one or #once-one-nite? umm, now i'm getting confused...:z58:
Secrets*
NĐO không còn muốn giữ sự bí mật dày vò đó cho riêng mình. Ông ta tìm đến một gốc cây cổ thụ trong một ngôi đền cổ rồi đứng úp mặt vào một lỗ hổng lớn trên thân cây và bắt đầu cuộc rì rầm giải thoát.*ITM4L-film
NĐO nghĩ cái cây cổ thụ già nua kia sẽ giữ giùm cho ông ta sự bí mật mà ông ta đã thành tâm ký thác.
Ông ta đã quên mất một điều đơn giản: Bí mật sẽ không còn là một bí mật một khi đã được nói ra - dù là chỉ nói với một cái mắt cây-không-bao-giờ-chớp-mắt.
Cây là bạn thân của gió. Và gió chỉ làm nhiệm vụ ông trời giao phó cho gió: cuốn lá cây bay - ah, cuốn theo cả điều bí mật của NĐO xa lạ.
Điều bí mật rớt xuống bên khung cửa sổ của một tòa tháp cao ở một xứ sở xa tít tắp.
Thoạt tiên, con mèo trắng tưởng đó là một chiếc lá thu phong mang hình trái tim màu đỏ thẫm. Nó khều vào định dùng để trang trí cho cái bàn viết lấm lem bụi của cô chủ nó. Trời vừa chớm lạnh, cô chủ nó chắc cũng đang cần một chút "inspiration" để viết...(cơ khổ, cô đã bị chứng tịt viết từ mấy năm nay, thuốc xổ nào nốc vô cũng đều vô dụng!).
It is a miracle! Thật đấy.
Bây giờ con mèo trắng đang vểnh râu cong hếch mũi hồng hồng ngồi chờ.
Nữ chủ nhân thì còn đang mải loay hoay sắp xếp lại những điều bí mật được giũ ra tơi bời từ chiếc-lá-mà-không-phải-lá.
Thì ra NĐO tuốt bên trời phương Đông kia có đến những triệu triệu điều bí mật chứ không phải chỉ một. Mỗi tháng một secret cho mỗi năm chở mùa đi qua. Ah, chả trách gì ông ta không thể cưu mang chúng mãi trong lòng vì chúng ui sao nặng quá...
Releasing cũng là một cách giải thoát.
Nói ra là hết. Là xong. Là kết thúc.
Con mèo trắng hiểu thế & cô chủ của nó nghĩ thế.
NĐO đã nói.
NĐB đang viết.
Con mèo trắng chỉ còn có nước ngồi chờ, chờ, chờ.
Nhanh đi... Vội đi...Marathon đi...
Mùa đến rồi mùa sẽ qua trong chớp mắt.
Is it not?
Mirrowmeow :z13:
Listen to your heart, your brain is stupid*
H: Trong tách cà phê buổi sáng, ai nhìn thấy ai cười...
B: Is he supposed to cry?
H: Trang giấy trắng màu hoa lê. Ai vấy mực điểm bài thơ dang dở...
B: He should draw a croissant instead.
H: Mr. & Mrs. Robins build a new home on magnolia tree. Easter comes to fill it with rainbow eggs...
B: An omelette tastes good with red tomato and white onion.
H: Sau cơn bão, prince toad sợ không dám nghiến răng. Ốc sên vằn ngỡ nấm hồng là tooth fairy...
B: Should call her a pillow and leave a quarter under it.
H: Một cánh hoa rơi* vướng vào mùa xuân ướt mưa. Bậc thềm rêu chừng như đang khóc...
B: Crying won't stop the flower petals from falling. Need a net then we'd have tea.
H: Có một giọt sương đọng trên môi cô tượng đá bên hồ. Gió thổi giọt sương khô...
B: Wind likes wild wine. He mistakens dewdrop is sauvignon blanc.
H: Ah, bất chợt wonder...Ai đang làm gì bên ấy...
B: Hypersomnus after an upsidedown Saturn-night. Of course!
H: He is a saint-man.
B: Uh huh, that how man acts before he becomes saint.
H: And who are you?
B: A simply brain. Yours.
H: You are no fun at all, mister!
B: Fun for fools. Don't fool yourself into your own trap.
H: To be entrapped is to be home. One needs a home.
B: Then do it. Just don't scream later when it's broken.
H: Áhhhhhhhhh....
Pink
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Gardenia*
Scent like its spring
Feel like the summer breeze
In the meadows were chartreuse weeds
Sweet Gardenia, dearest one
Your petals shines the moonlight
And grace the rays of the sun
A touch of you
Deliquescing as canvas hues
How the world's heart told tales
In visions anew
Of any color you choose to be
White, as resemblance of purity
Your scent forge to every desperate nose
A sneeze which bring forth arose
And with all to guarantee
Your aroma is no match in any of thee
Oh Gardenia, Sweet Gardenia
Vulnerable, gentle and free
Sailing the skies above, praising every tree
Sigh, as she waltz with me
But Gardenia, sweet Gardenia
When will the world stop hating you
Grieving in delitescent
Burying your every truth
Shadows washing, dreams forgetting
Soon as winter swept all of you
Nico Julleza
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Here To Stay*
Our children are here to stay
But our babies are not, I'm sorry to say
They grow and learn everyday
In the most remarkable and intriguing way
We watch and admire our babies so young
Hoping someday they will go to be strong
Wisdom and integrity are a hopeful thought too
Their brilliance is amazing that much is true
Now they are in school and you don't know what to do
The house is so unnaturally quite and subdued
You try to keep busy, a hobby of some sort
But it doesn't quite fill the missing sound of children playing of course
Off to college and all grown up, how could this be?
Just yesterday it seemed they were three
You can't wait to watch them grow
Then the day comes when you watch them go
Cherish the little moments so tender and sweet
They grow so quickly you can barely speak
But remember this, as I reassure you with a tear in my eye
Babies are your children and your children will never say 'Good Bye'
As you watch a Great Great Grandmother holding that lil' one
You are astonished by the miracle that's been done
Crystal Kaylynn Acerrio
February 2006
*Florence Margaret Smith better known as Stevie Smith was born in 1902 in Yorkshire, England. She was an English poet and novelist. Her nationality is British. She was the daughter of Ethel and Charles Smith. Her father abandoned the family, and her mother got real ill and died. She was raised by her aunt Madge Spear. Her aunt had a big influence over Stevie and was one of the most important person in Smith's life. Stevie went to school at North London Collegiate School which was for all girls. She gave poetry readings and broadcast on the BBC.
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The Frog Prince
Stevie Smith (1902-1971)*
I am a frog
I live under a spell
I live at the bottom
Of a green well
And here I must wait
Until a maiden places me
On her royal pillow
And kisses me
In her father’s palace
The story is familiar
Everybody knows it well
But do other enchanted people feel as nervous
As I do? The stories do not tell
As if they will be happier
When the changes come
As already they are fairly happy
In a frog’s doom
I have been a frog now
For a hundred years
And in all this time
I have not shed many tears
I am happy, I like the life
Can swim for many a mile
(when I have hopped to the river)
And am for ever agile
And the quietness
Yes, I like to be quiet
I am habituated
To a quiet life
But always when I think these thoughts
As I sit in my well
Another thought comes to me and says
It is part of the spell
To be happy
To work up contentment
To make much of being a frog
To fear disenchantment
Says, It will be heavenly
To be set free
Cries heavenly the girl who disenchants
And the royal times, heavenly
And I think it will be
Come then, royal girl and royal times
Come quickly
I can be happy until you come
But I cannot be heavenly
Only disenchanted people
Can be heavenly