Friday, February 25, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
How To Make Veggie Ramen
Entwined.
"Entwined, our arms are tangled lianas of hugs."
"Entwined, our arms are tangled lianas of hugs."
"Romeo
So do not move, while I collect
The fruit of my prayers. And my sin
Expires through my lips to yours.
; ; ; He kisses
Juliet
It follows that these are my lips
Who are you sin they have made.
Romeo
The sin of my risers? Oh how lovely
to push the blame! Give it to me!
He kisses her again
Juliet
There is religion in your kisses. "
Romeo and Juliet
William Shakespeare
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Marylin Sakova Hardcore
Poem
"Little brown and agile, the sun makes fruit,
one that loads the corn, he who twists algae
It makes your body happy, your eyes light
And your mouth was the smile of the water
A black sun and hungry winds the roving
Of your black mane, when you stretch your arms.
You, you play with the sun as a marsh
And it leaves in your eyes two dark pools.
Little Brown and agile, nothing brings me closer to you,
While away from you, as the noonday.
You are the delirious youth of bee,
drunkenness of the wave, the strength of the ear.
dark looking for you My heart, however,
happy and I love your body, your voice free and fine.
Butterfly brown, soft and final
as the wheat field and the sun, the poppy and water. "
Pablo Neruda
(XIX, Twenty Love Poems) 
one that loads the corn, he who twists algae
It makes your body happy, your eyes light
And your mouth was the smile of the water
A black sun and hungry winds the roving
Of your black mane, when you stretch your arms.
You, you play with the sun as a marsh
And it leaves in your eyes two dark pools.
Little Brown and agile, nothing brings me closer to you,
While away from you, as the noonday.
You are the delirious youth of bee,
drunkenness of the wave, the strength of the ear.
dark looking for you My heart, however,
happy and I love your body, your voice free and fine.
Butterfly brown, soft and final
as the wheat field and the sun, the poppy and water. "
Pablo Neruda
(XIX, Twenty Love Poems)
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Quotes I Think Im In Love
"Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each brand embroidered in turn reflects the floor of his agony. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to draw from my books surcease to my sadness, my sadness for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Nameless here for evermore. "
Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven.
Translating Baudelaire.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
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