Friday, February 25, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Diabetic Slow Cooker Recipes
Arts - Coplu
For "dream" I propose this turkish painter who, through his work, it transmits a lot of sweetness (this little-known, sic!)
Link:
nextdayart Saturday, February 19, 2011
2009 Skidoo Tundra For Sale
Poetry - Henry Bataille
Henry Bataille - Memories
Memories are rooms without locks,
empty rooms where no one dares to enter
because once you old died relatives.
We live in the house of these rooms closed ...
We know that there are, as is their custom, it is
the blue room, and then the pink room ...
The house is filled with so loneliness
and continue to live there, smiling ...
When he wants to welcome him, the memory that passes,
say, "Put yourself there ... I will come to see you ..."
I know definitively that it is well settled,
but sometimes I forget to go see it.
There are so many, in the old mansion.
am now resigned to being forgotten,
and if not tonight, or now,
do not be demanding with my heart as with life ...
I know who sleep there, behind the walls,
going to recognize them, I do not need more;
see their small windows from the street,
and it's that way that we die.
However, I feel sometimes the shadows daily,
do not know what cold fear, a shiver,
and do not understand from whence come these sorrows,
and proceed ...
However, every time a death happens.
A disturbance is a secret came to warn
who died a memory, or that he's gone ...
not distinguish well what it is, that memory,
because it is so old, do not remember at all ... But I feel
eyelids closing in me.
Memories are rooms without locks,
empty rooms where no one dares to enter
because once you old died relatives.
We live in the house of these rooms closed ...
We know that there are, as is their custom, it is
the blue room, and then the pink room ...
The house is filled with so loneliness
and continue to live there, smiling ...
When he wants to welcome him, the memory that passes,
say, "Put yourself there ... I will come to see you ..."
I know definitively that it is well settled,
but sometimes I forget to go see it.
There are so many, in the old mansion.
am now resigned to being forgotten,
and if not tonight, or now,
do not be demanding with my heart as with life ...
I know who sleep there, behind the walls,
going to recognize them, I do not need more;
see their small windows from the street,
and it's that way that we die.
However, I feel sometimes the shadows daily,
do not know what cold fear, a shiver,
and do not understand from whence come these sorrows,
and proceed ...
However, every time a death happens.
A disturbance is a secret came to warn
who died a memory, or that he's gone ...
not distinguish well what it is, that memory,
because it is so old, do not remember at all ... But I feel
eyelids closing in me.
Jean-Honore Fragonard - The souvenir
Les souvenirs
Les souvenirs, ce sont des chambres sans serrures,
Des chambres vides où l’on n’ose plus entrer,
Parce que de vieux parents jadis y moururent.
On vit dans la maison où sont ces chambres closes.
On sait qu’elles sont là comme à leur habitude,
Et c’est la chambre bleu, et c’est la chambre rose…
La maison se remplit ainsi de solitude,
Et l’on y continue à vivre en souriant…
J’accueille quand il veut le souvenir qui passe,
Je lui dis : « Mets-toi là… Je reviendrai te voir… »
Je sais toute ma vie qu’il is in its place, I forget to return
But see,
They are so much in the old house.
They are resigned to be forgotten,
And if I'm not coming tonight or earlier.
Do not ask my heart more than life ... I know
they sleep there, behind partitions,
I no longer recognize the need to go;
From the road I see their little windows ,
And it will be until we die.
Yet I feel sometimes the shadows daily,
I do not know what anguish cold, what a thrill, And not including
where the pain comes, I go ...
Des chambres vides où l’on n’ose plus entrer,
Parce que de vieux parents jadis y moururent.
On vit dans la maison où sont ces chambres closes.
On sait qu’elles sont là comme à leur habitude,
Et c’est la chambre bleu, et c’est la chambre rose…
La maison se remplit ainsi de solitude,
Et l’on y continue à vivre en souriant…
J’accueille quand il veut le souvenir qui passe,
Je lui dis : « Mets-toi là… Je reviendrai te voir… »
Je sais toute ma vie qu’il is in its place, I forget to return
But see,
They are so much in the old house.
They are resigned to be forgotten,
And if I'm not coming tonight or earlier.
Do not ask my heart more than life ... I know
they sleep there, behind partitions,
I no longer recognize the need to go;
From the road I see their little windows ,
And it will be until we die.
Yet I feel sometimes the shadows daily,
I do not know what anguish cold, what a thrill, And not including
where the pain comes, I go ...
But each time it is a mourning that is
A disturbance is in secret come to warn us
That memory is dead or that it's gone ...
We do not distinguish very well remember how,
Because we're old, you do not remember much ...
Yet I feel I close the eyelids.
A disturbance is in secret come to warn us
That memory is dead or that it's gone ...
We do not distinguish very well remember how,
Because we're old, you do not remember much ...
Yet I feel I close the eyelids.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
How Much Does Plan B Cost
Art - Alessandra Placucci
About Alexandria, of which I have already spoken here and here here is a (recent) fun video dedicated to her by a friend of YT. A place to follow an old video of the garland which I like very much. Enjoy.
Oh, and do not miss the opportunity to visit its magnificent blog, sweetness, friendliness and fun are guaranteed!
on YT there are others just look ...
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Tv Watch Movies From Usb Drive
Music - Tiger Lillies
Tiger Lillies: disconcerting? Not always because their repertoire that combines comedy and meodramma is very diverse.
"The Tiger Lillies are one of the most puzzling and mysterious band of all time, along with Captain Beefheart's" Trout Mask Replica, "with Frank Zappa Mothers of Invention and Pink Floyd's Syd Barrett "(Telegraph)
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Replace Info.plist Sims 3 Mac Osx
Show ArteGenova
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| 11 to February 14, 2011 trade fair complex in the city of Genoa, located in Piazzale Kennedy, Art will be hosted Genoa 2011 the Exhibition dedicated to modern and contemporary arrived successfully at the VII edition thanks to the commitment and professionalism of NEF, an organization with long experience in this area , as evidenced by the 21 editions Art Padua. catalog artists catalog exhibitors more savethedate  Giorgio Morandi - Still Life - 1929 |
Monday, February 7, 2011
Purple Wrestling Shoes
Poetry 2011 - Yukio Mishima
In recent days I've had a bereavement, a person very close to My family died suddenly and prematurely, and an emotional disappointment. As for death, unfortunately there is not much to do, or rather, we must accept it, but the disappointment, besides causing immense pain feeds me a lot of doubts, recriminations and questions. I'm not going to list them here I will limit myself just to see if any were needed that, both in traditional romantic relationships than in friendships, love is too negative. It may be that the certainty of being loved and thought highly regarded in the genre a sort of addiction, in other words, certainty is the tomb of love, love repeat in the highest sense of the word. I do not want to but right now I feel so very sad, humiliated, and even a little 'mad at myself because, after all, behind every disappointment there is an illusion and the illusion that reality is anything but . I will stop here, forgive the probable lack of clarity of my message, errors, etc., come from an almost sleepless night, and now I am going to go to work. Good day and good week, a kiss.
When people look at the stars,
will rise in their hearts, loaded with wood,
the night wind.
will rise in their hearts, loaded with wood,
the night wind.
the forest, lake, city, clouds fluctuate
quiet.
quiet.
Then the stars begin to fall and abundant as the dew covered everything. In
design traced by the invisible divine tape, all the constellations will fall one by one with extreme elegance. From Thereafter, the stars will dwell in our souls, and perhaps will come back those days when men were sweet and wonderful as the Gods.
(Yukio Mishima) The stars
design traced by the invisible divine tape, all the constellations will fall one by one with extreme elegance. From Thereafter, the stars will dwell in our souls, and perhaps will come back those days when men were sweet and wonderful as the Gods.
(Yukio Mishima) The stars
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Miranda Cosgrove Skirt
Art - Jesse Reno
Jesse Reno born in 1974 in Teaneck, New Jersey, lives and works in Portland (Oregon)
"I use my art to express my deepest thoughts, dreams, and ideas to connect and explain the things important to me - lessons of truth, connection, and intropsection. The need to become ones dreams. The idea of ambition over direction. The chase to become my fullest being and example of myself..."
(Jesse Reno)
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Watch Huntik Season 2 Episode 1 A New Mission
figureheads (or figures of the bow)
One of the many things that fascinated me as a child were the figureheads, also called figures of the bow.
The figureheads wooden decorations are often human figures or animals, who were on the bow of the ship from the sixteenth to the nineteenth century.
Genoa happened to see some old galleon anchored in port other than the fact that I had seen the magnificent, exposed to the Naval Museum, during a tour with the School.
Even today, in the Old Port, you can see the Galeone Neptune ( became famous because it was the film "Pirates" by Roman Polanski ) Which has on display this:
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