Donnerstag, 30. Dezember 2010
Mittwoch, 29. Dezember 2010
Bright copper kettles
And warm woolen mittens.
Brown paper packages
Tied up with string,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Cream colored ponies,
And crisp apple strudel.
Doorbells and sleighbells
And schnitzel with noodles,
Wild geese that fly
With the moon on their wings,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Girls in white dresses with blue
satin sashes, Snowflakes that
stay on my nose and eyelashes,
Silver white winters that melt
into springs These are a few of
my favorite things.
When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I’m feeling sad.
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don’t feel so bad!
Dienstag, 28. Dezember 2010
Mittwoch, 22. Dezember 2010
Sonntag, 12. Dezember 2010
And Still I Rise
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
-- Maya Angelou
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francis burnett (A Little Princess)
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Frances Hodgson Burnett (the secret garden )
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Samstag, 30. Oktober 2010
love letter
I'm trying to figure out where to begin.
I am 67 and have a grand daughter that likes this site. She doesn't believe in love though.
Well, I have been married to my wife since we were eighteen, but really time doesn't matter because what we have is eternal and I discover more things that are beautiful about her everyday.
I like the way her wrists are shaped, her hair is almost nearly askew in her bun, and how she breaths. I just want to feel her heartbeat and laugh at the ridiculous meals she prepares.
We're not perfect. Hell, no relationship is perfect. But, we're a bunch of haphazard pieces that make something so amazing. I would want to be with her everyday, regardless.
Just believe in initiation. Believe in yourself. Believe in the creases that form around the person you love's mouth as they smile.
And thanks .. for teaching me how to love. You're my forever crush.
the little prince
Dienstag, 26. Oktober 2010
ein freund
freunde die sich in ihren freundschaftlichen Qualitäten hochloben aber nicht einmal den Anstand besitzen ein treffen abzusagen
freunde die sogar (oder gerade) in notsituationen die biege machen
freunde die dir sagen dass du ein schlechter freund bist egal was du für sie machst
freunde die sich nie, und unter keinen umständen, für dich oder mit dir freuen würden
freunde die nur ein AU 12 lächeln für dich übrig haben
freunde die dich nur anrufen wenn sie dich brauchen
freunde die freundschaft darüber definieren, welchen nutzen der freund für sie hat
freunde die nicht zurückrufen wenn man sie angrufen hat und den anruf leugnen
freunde die für dich nur ein mildes lächeln übrig haben dafür sich selbst um so großartiger finden
solche freunde braucht der mensch
feinde erscheinen einem in einem wesentlich freundlicherem licht