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Arkadijus Gotesmanas (musamieji)
Mindaugas Vadoklis (trimitas)
aktoriu ir sokejų grupe: Federico Manzanaresu, Gintare Cepukonyte ir kt.
DJ Angelo
"Minimum vienas zmogus laiko mane ypatinga moterim." :)
K.V.
In my hallucination
I saw my beloved's flower garden
In my vertigo, in my dizziness
In my drunken haze
Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel
I saw myself as the source of existence
I was there in the beginning
And I was the spirit of love
Now I am sober
There is only the hangover
And the memory of love
And only the sorrow
I yearn for happiness
I ask for help
I want mercy
And my love says:
Look at me and hear me
Because I am here
Just for that
I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way, eager for you
Without shoes or shawl
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you
Oh sweet bitterness
I will soothe you and heal you
I will bring you roses
I, too, have been covered with thorns
Your mind's strengths allow you to think ahead of the game -- to imagine or anticipate what should come next in just about any situation. Because you're equally skilled in the numerical and verbal universes of the brain, you can draw from multiple sources of information to come up with great ideas. The timelessness of your vision and the balance between your various skills are what make you a Visionary Philosopher.
In addition to your strengths in maths and linguistics, you have a knack for matching and anticipating patterns. These skills and your uncanny ability to detect the underlying blueprint of most of life's situations add to your visionary philosopher mind. Two philosophers who share the same combination of skills you possess are Plato and Benedict Spinoza.
Ar atmeni tą filmą, kuriame
žiūrėjom mudu filmą apie mudu.
O rodė meilės rombą ir tik mes
žinojom, jog tai trikampis Bermudų.
Ar tu prisimeni paveikslą tą,
kurio centre ant sienos nutapytos
kreida mes buvom nupiešti slapta
ir taip slapta, jog raudonavo plytos.
Tą nuotrauką spalvotą ar meni,
joje fotografavome viens kitą
lengvi, lyg viskas vyktų vandeny,
ir tik ramybė ošė pradraskyta.
O ar prisimeni dar knygą tą,
kur aprašyti, bet nenurašyti
istorijai mes buvome gamta,
o gamtai – tik istorija mažytė.
O dainą atminty ar išlaikei,
kai buvome joje ir stygų lūpos,
ir stygų akys, stygų paakiai,
oda nuo stygų pirštų nusilupus.
Jei moki mintinai mus iš arti
ir tas arti – toks pat kaip toliai,
mes būsime, jei atmeni, girti,
o negirtais nebuvome lig šiolei.
V.S.
MORE LOVE! MORE LUST! MORE LONGING!
SHOWTIME'S THE L WORD® RETURNS FOR A FOURTH SEASON
Groundbreaking Drama Series to Begin Production This Summer
SHOWTIME has ordered a fourth season of its hit drama series THE L WORD®, it was announced today by Robert Greenblatt, President of Entertainment, SHOWTIME Networks Inc. All 12 new episodes are set to begin production this summer and premiere on Showtime in 2007.
I lost myself on a cool damp night
I gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see
And be what I want to be
When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more that I ought to drink
Because it brings me back you
Lilac wine is sweet and heady,
Like my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
Like my love
Listen to me, I cannot see clearly
Isn't that she, coming to me
Nearly here
Lilac wine is sweet and heady,
Where's my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady,
Where's my love
Listen to me, why is everything so hazy
Isn't that she, or am I just going crazy, dear
Lilac wine, I feel unready for my love
Feel unready, for my love.
In memory of Jeff Buckley (and something lost...)
Parašysiu tau laišką
apie vasarą ilgą
kaip ryte vėjas vaikšto,
laukuose rauda smilgos
ir kaip saulė ranka
stumia debesį juodą,
bet prieš jį ji silpna,
jam tuoj pat pasiduoda.
O už lango liūdnai
visad ošia beržai,
vis matau kaip laisvai
nardo kregždžių pulkai...
kaip lietus iš dangaus
krinta žemėn apkvaitęs,
taip svajonėms žmogaus
kartais baigiasi laikas...
O kai triukšmas dienos
virsta aidu laukuos,
tyloje aš rengiuos
nuogumu vienumos...
Naktimis ant stogų
vaikšto sapnas slogus,
pas save jį kviečiuos
ir lig ryto myliuos,
o ryte...
vėjas vaikšto,
laukuose rauda smilgos,
parašiau aš tau laišką
apie vasarą ilgą...
J.O.