*since she was rescued, it is said that she is very sweet and that she eats sausages and cookies
Tuesday
japanesedog
she survived 21 days after the earthquake and the tsunami, over a roof, in the middle of the sea
this is why i love dogs so much*
*since she was rescued, it is said that she is very sweet and that she eats sausages and cookies
Sunday
3/4
and i'm sure that you must be having a great time
in your new place, with many new friends
and a big big party, with great music,
full of joy,
with many girls mad about you, running naked around
and maybe some balloons
and a wet chocolate cake
and so many presents that you deserve
...*
*but i'm here, and altought i know that it is meaningless in comparison with all that big big ball, i wanna wish you the best today and all the happiness of the world
Saturday
Friday
bonovox
and it is absolutely impossible not to see Bono everywhere.
he's on the tv, he's on the stage, he's with the president, he's in the restaurants.
you are giving a walk and you see him in your town...*
*but i'm not going to the show yet.
**#culturaldefeat
Thursday
Wednesday
birthday
Tuesday
hairdresserOnFire
ok, i have two options:
1- i may wear a hat
or
2- i may stay in home till my hair grows again*
*i'm gonna kill my hairdresser.
**i look like a boy (this is so tragic and sad)
Sunday
Saturday
Friday
Маяковский
untitled
You Who Never Arrived
You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of
the next moment. All the immense
images in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt
landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and
unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods--
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house-- , and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,--
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening...
Rainer Maria Rilke
You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of
the next moment. All the immense
images in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt
landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and
unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods--
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.
You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house-- , and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,--
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening...
Rainer Maria Rilke
Thursday
Wednesday
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