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07.12.09 08:01 |
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В жизни каждого человека есть своя мучительная сверхзадача. Болезненная, страшная, сидящая как заноза. Барьер, который нужно перескочить с наскока или медленно и с усилием переползти, бесконечно срываясь. Самое странное, что остальным твой барьер совсем не кажется непреодолимым. Так, заборчик по колено. Он-то, другой, перешагнет его, не задумываясь, но сам после споткнется на ровном месте и сравняет нос с лицом. Потому что там будет его барьер.
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| 03.12.09 22:58 |
Die Katze | [...] |
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А я не знаю, что будет на рассвете...
Я лишь хочу, чтобы мне в спину дул попутный ветер...
Я не хочу идти туда , где нет дороги...
Многие идут вперед - не зная что в итоге...
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| 01.12.09 19:41 |
Die Katze | Будь со мной... |
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Будь со мной, всегда со мною рядом...
Будь со мной, а что ещё мне надо?..
В зимний снегопад и летний зной...
Будь со мной...
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| 29.11.09 23:38 |
Die Katze | На-На для взрослых. |
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Я и не знала, что они ТАКОЕ снимали))
А вообще я их помню такими:
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| 29.11.09 19:58 |
Die Katze | Блин, это гениально...)) |
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Ахрененно, пАзитиff)
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| 29.11.09 10:08 |
Wilda | Garcia Marquez. Farewell to His Friends |
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If for a moment God would forget
that I am a rag doll and give me a
scrap of life, possibly I would not
say everything that I think, but I
would definitely think everything that
I say.
I would value things not for how
much they are worth but rather for
what they mean.
I would sleep little, dream more. I
know that for each minute that we
close our eyes we lose sixty seconds
of light.
I would walk when the others loiter; I
would awaken when the others sleep.
I would listen when the others speak,
and how I would enjoy a good
chocolate ice cream.
If God would bestow on me a scrap of
life, I would dress simply, I would
throw myself flat under the sun,
exposing not only my body but also
my soul.
My God, if I had a heart, I would
write my hatred on ice and wait for
the sun to come out. With a dream of
Van Gogh I would paint on the stars
a poem by Benedetti, and a song by
Serrat would be my serenade to the
moon.
With my tears I would water the
roses, to feel the pain of their thorns
and the incarnated kiss of their
petals...My God, if I only had a scrap
of life...
I wouldn't let a single day go by
without saying to people I love, that
I love them.
I would convince each woman or man
that they are my favourites and I
would live in love with love.
I would prove to the men how
mistaken they are in thinking that
they no longer fall in love when they
grow old--not knowing that they grow
old when they stop falling in love. To
a child I would give wings, but I
would let him learn how to fly by
himself. To the old I would teach that
death comes not with old age but
with forgetting. I have learned so
much from you men....
I have learned that everybody wants
to live at the top of the mountain
without realizing that true happiness
lies in the way we climb the slope.
I have learned that when a newborn
first squeezes his father's finger in
his tiny fist, he has caught him
forever.
I have learned that a man only has
the right to look down on another
man when it is to help him to stand
up. I have learned so many things
from you, but in the end most of it
will be no use because when they put
me inside that suitcase,
unfortunately I will be dying.
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