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She lifts her skirt up to her knees,
walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing.
I never learned to count my blessings,
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters.
I walk on down the hill,
through grass, grown tall and brown
and still its hard somehow to let go of my pain.
On past the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac
that sinks into this field, collecting rain.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.
And of these cut-throat busted sunsets,
these cold and damp white mornings
I have grown weary.
If through my cracked and dusted dime-store lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me?
Lay your blouse across the chair,
let fall the flowers from from your hair
and kiss me with that country mouth, so plain.
Outside, the rain is tapping on the leaves,
to me it sounds like they're applauding us the the quiet love we made.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.
Well I looked my demons in the eyes,
laid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me.
You see, I've been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you kind of bore me."
There's a lot of things that can kill a man,
there's a lot of ways to die,
listen, some already did that walked beside me.
There's a lot of things I don't understand,
why so many people lie.
Its the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.
~Ray LaMontagne
Costruiscono nuove sensazioni, stati d'animo e stili usando la matita.
Poi, con le mani, tagliano, incollano e miscelano per farci incuriosire.
Hanno intrapreso un viaggio alla ricerca degli opposti,
minimalismo e decorazione, lusso e semplicità.
Chiaro e scuro, luci ed ombre, fantasia e geometria.
Suggeriscono mete, percorsi, idee. Innescano fantasia ed emozioni.
Ci sono gli anni 60 ma siamo nel 2013, c'è stile ma soprattutto design.
C'è sempre qualcosa di nuovo nell' aria.... anche voi, come noi di Valentini Arredamenti Mesagne, siate curiosi....
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VALENTINI ARREDAMENTI
VIa Foggia, 31 - Mesagne (Brindisi)
time alone in the meadow in the evening... tuning in to the sounds of evening in september, noticing goldenrod and queen anne's lace, and tucking into bed with a book.
This morning’s stunning predawn liftoff! @SpaceX Falcon 9 launching Starlink 6-86 with 29 satellites from Kennedy Space Center 🚀✨
... im Luftwaffenmuseum der Bundeswehr, Berlin-Gatow, Deutschland, Germany.
INFO Mil Mi-8 & Mil Mi-9 : de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mil_Mi-8
INFO Luftwaffenmuseum Berlin-Gatow : de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luftwaffenmuseum_der_Bundeswehr
With the sad date of 9/11 upon us, TV stations are showing us programs on it; we just watched one last night, on the Marriot Hotel, at the foot of the Twin Towers, stories of horror, sadness, loss, courage and joy.
I remember that terrible day, seeing it develop on TV, not believing my eyes, crying.
I still cannot get my head around it. How just a few people could change the lives of so many.
Whenever anyone there speaks of it... whether it be man or woman young or old, they ALL still become emotional, unable for a moment to go on, the tears rolling...
A 'miraculous' survivor ( a lawyer) just said how it had changed his life, his goal in life now to be kind and gentle to people, never to hurt anybody.
Does it really take such an immense tragedy to change somebody's 'way' of life and their behaviour?
I'm sad. I have laid too many loved ones to rest already, I know what grief is!
Why not take a moment, silence, and think of what you are actually doing?
Are you as kind as you could be?
A Belgian poet, Alice Nahon (Antwerp, 16-08-1896 – Antwerp, 21-05-1933), wrote many beautiful, sensitive poems, but she’s probably best remembered for this one. Well, I never forgot it…
AVONDLIEDEKE III
't Is goed in 't eigen hert te kijken
Nog even vóór het slapen gaan,
Of ik van dageraad tot avond
Geen enkel hert heb zeer gedaan
Of ik geen ogen heb doen schreien,
Geen weemoed op een wezen lei;
Of ik aan liefdeloze mensen
Een woordeke van liefde zei.
En vind ik in het huis mijns herten,
Dat ik één droefenis genas,
Dat ik mijn armen heb gewonden
Rondom één hoofd, dat eenzaam was...;
Dan voel ik op mijn jonge lippen,
Die goedheid lijk een avondzoen...
't Is goed in 't eigen hert te kijken
En zó z'n ogen toe te doen.
I’ll try and translate it:
Eveningsong III
It's good to look into your heart,
Just before closing your eyes,
If I, from dusk to dawn,
Did not bring pain to anybody's heart.
If I did not make anybody cry,
Nor bring sadness on any soul,
If I spoke a word of solace
To a loveless being.
And if, in my home of heart,
Find I healed one wound,
That I find I wrapped my arms
Around ONE head, that was lonely...;
Then I feel, upon my young lips,
That goodness like an evening kiss
It's GOOD to look into your heart,
And close your eyes this way...
Not a bad way to go to sleep.
This was a rose that I transplanted in the pouring rain, beginning of February, it rewarded me with many blooms this Summer! This was taken after yet another shower!
I wish you a day filled with peace in your heart! Thanx, M, (*_*)