Thoughts, like fleas, jump from man to man, but they don't bite everybody.
Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
The whisper
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Without obligation
Monday, January 26, 2009
Charming decay
Friday, January 23, 2009
Not quite satisfied
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
A poem
Leisure
by William Henry Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
by William Henry Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Beginning
Friday, January 16, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
A poem
Far Within Us #1
by Vasko Popa
We raise our arms
The street climbs into the sky
We lower our eyes
The roofs go down into the earth
From every pain
We do not mention
Grows a chestnut tree
That stays mysterious behind us
From every hope
We cherish
Sprouts a star
That moves unreachable before us
Can you hear a bullet
Flying about our heads
Can you hear a bullet
Waiting to ambush our kiss
(translation by Anne Pennington)
by Vasko Popa
We raise our arms
The street climbs into the sky
We lower our eyes
The roofs go down into the earth
From every pain
We do not mention
Grows a chestnut tree
That stays mysterious behind us
From every hope
We cherish
Sprouts a star
That moves unreachable before us
Can you hear a bullet
Flying about our heads
Can you hear a bullet
Waiting to ambush our kiss
(translation by Anne Pennington)
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
It must have been..
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Love strategy
Thursday, January 1, 2009
New Year, New Blog
Dear friends, i am happy to announce that i will also be posting on a new blog - Quoted images, Imaged quotes. This blog will be a sort of a dialogue between Luisa and me. The idea is that one week she will send me photos on which i answer with appropriate quotes, and the next week i will send her quotes on which she answers with appropriate photos created by her.
Check it out, i am sure that all of you who like ThinkerOnline will love the new blog as well.
Enjoy the first day of the year!
Check it out, i am sure that all of you who like ThinkerOnline will love the new blog as well.
Enjoy the first day of the year!
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