Iubire-me. I"n mintea mea acum tra"iesti doar tu.Pe stra'ri pluteste doar dragostea. Nopti fara de somn,di nou,nimeni nu ma-a-nteles. Noi vrem doar iubirea,noi vrem sms. Da-mi iubirea ta la-ope a mea. Nio vrem mare. Noi vrem soare.
Я упала, упала глубоко. Мне не виден свет, не видны формы, не виден дождь, который смыл меня сюда,когда-то. Я лежу в этой суводи, на середине плоскости,а вокруг линии. По этим линиям ходят люди,они проходят мимо меня и никто не смотрит,хотя всё видят. Один прошел, еще пара прошла, другой прошел. Жду,может кто-то из проходящих вернется. Одного жду, тех двух, последнего. Провалилась дальше-долго ждала,они не успели, время решило так. Линии исчезли. Люди исчезли.Формы, свет-нет ничего. И не темно,вроде, а я все не вижу,и никак мне не прозреть. Давит все.Я медленно спускаюсь. Я бегу,пытаюсь выгрести, дыхание забил воздух,он не для меня, руки отнялись. Все. Смешно было когда ты так беспомощный и слабый, пытаешься подняться сам. А вот и нет, не получилось. Я ушла.
The hottest Ska group in town is the Ska-talites. Last Sunday at Bournemouth was the likes of which you've never seen, with grown men prostrate at the tuffness of the sounds. [400x397]
I've been walking down the street
With a Tambourine on my feet
Mando I'm holding every beat steady and low
Well if it would've been me
Diao I would have turned into the Factory
And chase that little girl back and blue
Good
Now I'm bleeding
And 'Im freezing
And I'm crying once again
Morning For monday glass
For monday glass
So if you see me on the street
Herr Don't ask me about my passing days
Just slip another coin
Horst And walk away
LaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLa
I once had a love of mine
With a different heart
in another time
I riew that me with pills and alcohol
I once had a child of mine
With a different heart
In another time
I riew that all with booze and lack of soul
Now I'm bleeding
And 'Im freezing
And I'm crying once again
For monday glass
For monday glass
So if you see me on the street
Don't ask me about my passing days
Just slip another coin
And walk away
Just slip another coin
And walk away
LaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLa
Time, what does it means in life?
We’re always recalling last flirts in our remembers. We remember people what didn’t scared to recognize those mistakes & those feels, but it’s the most hard recognition to them self.
Why they have done it? Why they didn’t afraid to do this recognize? With everyone may be anything bad or they may go away from you, & you’ll never said about your deep inside & you’ll never comeback this person, to said your secrets!
For what keeping it into our hearts? For only didn’t felt you scaring to him or you? Cowardice is it, or maybe you’re not hero for this feat? How you must be strong for to know the “Art of recognition”?
To everyone be magic, magic of fascinate was gave for anyone, man you is or woman. Don’t ashamed things what early or late will be opening. Not someone showing or talking about it, your secrets everybody possible feel.
Be people- philosophers, they’re screaming that society becoming more humane, but they’re not right!
People ever becoming animals, no changes, no evolution didn’t & won’t be.
And at all I'm sorry that I'm so silly.
I'm never appreciate true people, what really love me... It's my problem, I'm ever close my feels for my natives, but they must know: I LOVE YOU!
That's all, sorry that i'm so stupid...
love as smooth as honey... Met my guy he is really nice. I miss him...
At all I want to say: i find
The International Writers Magazine: Adpatation
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey/Milos Foreman |
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The film adaptation cuts important scenes and themes from the original. For example, Forman's version completely misses out the harsh racial discrimination, which the resident guards undertake under the influence of the wicked Nurse Ratched, effectively played by Louise Fletcher. The language used by Kesey, with reference to the guards, definitely puts a cultural influence into context as to how ‘Blacks’ were represented in 60’s within society. Quotes such as "The black boys" (Kesey, 1962, 139) are generally how the resident guards are described.
The political content of the novel is not developed enough through the characters and themes of the film. On reading the book, it’s quite obvious Kesey’s idea of the asylum establishment is based around Russian politics with a direct link to the Soviet Union embedded within the character of Nurse Ratched. However, the film doesn't convey these complex ideologies to the viewer whatsoever.
Kesey has been quoted in saying that had he never been in the acid movement group the Merry Pranksters in the 60’s he would have never written One Flew over the Cuckoo’s nest. This makes me wonder why Milos Forman didn’t include some of the many scenes of the Chief’s hallucinations, also, priceless lines such as "Jus’ a plain old cigarette. Hee hee, yes. You want a toke?" (Hauben and Goldman 1975). This line in itself concludes Kesey's cultural influences from the drug movements apparent in the era in which he wrote.
The main problem I had with this film, is the fact, why did Forman change the whole direction and narration of this book? The book is written from the narration and direction of Chief Bromden, Played by William Redfield, but the film takes direction from star attraction, Randall Patrick McMurphy, Played by Jack Nicholson. In my eyes, the casting of Jack Nicholson as McMurphy was an ambiguous decision on many levels. Nicholson did play the character of McMurphy exceptionally well. However from the vivid iconic imagery that the reader gets in the novel, McMurphy is
All my bloogs in this diary are stupid, i think..But i'm so happy inside & so sad to all this world, i think. My love is boring & he is sad, maybe i'm guilty in it. The spring is here and everything is cold and wet and windy. As I sit here gales roar outside (a bit of an exaggeration here but thats just the mood I'm in) and the rain bounces off of the window.
I'd like to say to this world I LOVE YOU!!! And it'll answer me I LOVE YOU TOO, but now. I'm like gun, if anyone needs me, i'm on & i'm shoot ( i meen useful), but if i'm not necessery , all people use me for only decoration in their life. Sadly. sadly, coz all people are petty. I can't find a frind, what never will used me. I'm crying & screaming: PLEASE LOVE ME ! I AM ME! HELP ME! I WANT BE FREE! ... but no one answer me.
Since my computer got fixed me thinks I should write more journals or bloogs or whatever you want to call me...
All my words are not about me, it's only sadness and few beautifull scetch, hehe.
Nothing wrongs, nothing rights.
A million wrongs, A million rights, but question is one with one answer.
Only we choose, who may judge us.
To appreciate, every thing in last, what becoming past, what fell in time, over, end, at all: sad.Be in shame what ever you may, coz when you lost your treasure.Say him: give me space, give me heart & give me soul & stay with me, call me only, if you are coming home, my sun is love & all of my life in yellow!You so perfect when fall love, it’s drug. You impose it for anyone, coz it- so nice, but at the end of this all, so hard for you to see. Alive your heart for next- it’s so hard.Crashed? Why? Who guilty? You are absent-minded, but it isn’t surprised. You feel alone & lost & need a friend. Don’t afraid it, it may be.Maybe we’re all different, but we still the same. Everyone got the blood, what running through the veins. not only sex, unite people.And what about died love: remember- every new beginning is start for look around.I know how it is. I lose my love, but I can’t to tall about it, sorry.
But if time will become, maybe, you’ll find out anything about it…
But in my heart was only September.
The weather is the most good, when ever it may be in winter.Sun is shining & few quantity of a snow was fell on the Earth.My heart is singing and I’m happy.I want to going to cinema with my friends, but when & where…Seems like yesterday I have a stomach ache!!!Yesterday I left hospital.
Thenks for my friends, they are great!!! They support me an ore minute!!!
So now I’m at home & it’s very cool.
I'm very romantic today & I want to be married today)))My heart is beaten for only one thing & it thing is love.
I’m alive
Is it so hard to believe, that I has gone through with my last love? No))
I’m so happy that I can’t stop crying!!! In my heart are all four seasons! I’m very has gone mad about his person!!!
And now I’m falling in love again??? Maybe… No!!! I think, love’s becoming to me!
I like looking into his eyes and see perfect soul & perfect sight.
Tram-tams… taram… oO
Oo. Good!!!)))))
Ну вот... теперь я оканчательно заболела... даже дневник открыла, потому что скучно(((. Написала еще одну песенку, о том как не интересно болеть и потеряла ее куда-то, черт. Так странно, питерская погода дает мне ощущение, что я в Париже, что ли. Особенно, по выходным, когда я живу у папы на Горьковской, так и хочеться сутки на пролет слушать саунд треки из фильма "Амели". Ну и погодка...так и хочется плакать вместе с дождем и грустить вместе с облаками. А лучше просто застрелиться)) Вот тут в жж Алекса нашла мега картику, не много эмовская, но приятная.
Зы: Ain't- значит: are't, isn't, hasn't, won't и т.д.
A million rights a million wrongs, but time is one with one day
If we need some one, we must protect the Love. Keep this feel and not allow to someone who may brining crash in it. Fall so deep inside of love, but never, never forget your HEAD, it may help you in the different situations.Some times men may come back, some say: that they very grew by themselves & learning how to be out of you, so over this ”school” with five, so backing in it no reasons, but few part men may say anything mistake. If they afraid your greeting, of course.Many different people choose them parts by plan or maybe criterion.What means fashion in our life, maybe fashion of love in this world has been too.More part teens are choosing their boy- or girlfriend by some something plan, aren’t it? Teens are ever hating lose, so they find popular guys to them “parts”. It’ll take them power & will not force to hesitate, by passion. Go threw with out of distraction from: with whom we must be & must not.