and
 

America

http://sendables.jibjab.com/original...ome_campaignin

LOL

can hardly wait

C

http://www.cinemagia.ro/trailer/che-guerrilla-2635/

sunt
 

aici

(desigur, în centru, cum altfel? :P )

desi inca nu am ajuns la M (Maelstrom sau malstrøm)

e tot cu A

Delly s-o-nturnat! :)
Mai bine doar în vizitä, decât deloc! :-*

Asta e traducere de Pruteanu cumva?

Hihi, eu am patit-o cu o pisi acum cativa ani, nu intru in detalii, spun doar ca era una dintre studentele-boboc - adica 19 ani :D - cu care mi-am facut de lucru dupa despartirea de o anumita artista a poporului. Fata, la Limbi, trecea prin perioada Poe a formarii sale intelectuale. Nu c-ar fi ceva rau, mie imi place si acum si nu cred ca va inceta vreodata sa-mi placa poezia sa, dar, din exces de zel, pisi asta ma tot futea la creieri inclusiv pe messenger cu subiectul asta. La un moment dat imi baga un link si-mi spune: ia si traducerea lui Pruteanu, poate ti-e greu in engleza. =)) Deci da, am depasit hohotele de ras, am trecut peste ignoranta ei in ceea ce priveste cunostintele mele lingvistice si am dat clik - deja imi starniose curiozitatea, ma incita, era o noutate cu care venise ea!!! Am observat ca era vorba de exact aceeasi traducere a lui Mihu Dragomir. Am mai tras o portie de ras, i-am explicat ce si cum si m-am reorientat o vreme catre partea economica a studentimii feminine. B-)

Si ca sa nu ramand dator dupa off-topic, la ce litera eram? La P?

After Lunch

And after noon the well-dressed creatures come
To sniff among the dead
And have their lunch

And all the many well-dressed creatures pluck
The swollen avocados from the dust
And stir the minestrone with stray bones

And after lunch
They loll and lounge about
Decanting claret in convenient skulls

Harold Pinter September 2002

A
 

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted — nevermore!

Well, era mai logic "P" - Poe, Pavese...
Dar ma incadrez si la litera "A" - After Lunch
:-*

pentru tine toate
 

pe zi ce trece mă conving că tu nu exişti, şi că doar mintea mea te-a putut inventa. :"> :-*

no, cum eu te-am inventat ar tb să iubeşti la fel ca mine. florile de culoare galbenă.

aşa arată o mică parte din aripa mea vegetală:

:) Frumoase . 10.

dacă nu de mine, cel puţin de Cohen să-ţi fie dor...
 

Here it is - link


Here is your crown
And your seal and rings;
And here is your love
For all things.

Here is your cart,
And your cardboard and piss;
And here is your love
For all of this.

May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.

Here is your wine,
And your drunken fall;
And here is your love.
Your love for it all.

Here is your sickness.
Your bed and your pan;
And here is your love
For the woman, the man.

May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And, my love, Goodbye.

And here is the night,
The night has begun;
And here is your death
In the heart of your son.

And here is the dawn,
(Until death do us part);
And here is your death,
In your daughter’s heart.

May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And, my love, Goodbye.

And here you are hurried,
And here you are gone;
And here is the love,
That it’s all built upon.

Here is your cross,
Your nails and your hill;
And here is your love,
That lists where it will

May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.

unde-mi eşti?!

am vrut doar să-ţi reamintesc... că îmi e dor de tine. :">

La mulţi ani cu fericire şi sănătate, draga mea!

:"> :-* :x >:D< >:D< >:D< >:D<

Nu esti singura cäreia îi e dor de ea, Drago.
Dar mä tem cä nu va mai reveni... :( =((

ce i-ai făcut?!:-O :-/

Färä bancuri proaste, te rog.

dacă te-ai fi uitat mai atent ai fi remarcat că e întrebare, nu banc.:(

Bine, e ce vrei tu.