A me sta foto piace!
Ona bir kadın vücudunu çirkinleştiren üstüne giyilen şeyler yaptı.
"To Your Muse"
When you spill the gown of snow
Over the pure shoulders of your muse
I gather my dark petals
And I am the lily of light alabaster
To your muse in rose, I open in rose;
My heart is honey, perfume and fire;
And I live and die of a glorious thirst:
Your living blood should be water spilled on me.
When covered by a tulle of moonlight
It drinks calm and azure in the lake,
I am the swan that soars, dreaming;
And if in magnificent mourning you dress her
To wander along sad paths,
I am the light or the shadow of a stele. . . .
Ains, what bad is this of being poor… Pro finished to the account that to me the friend gave Alonso. And as I am a student pobretona, because I hold with my account “free at least” until it recovers to me economically;) Thanks, Alonso, I hope that you have felt that I have taken advantage of the gift! A kiss to all, and to continue studying: (
"everyone has their own lethe image in their mind...this is a reflection of the world "lethe" for me...hope you enjoy
oh by the way i know it can be improved on so many different ways..but i like it :)
and the resources; my lovely sxc.hu and the model (http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/33580141/?qo=349&q=by:sinned-angel-stock&qh=sort:time+-in:scraps)"
Okay. I know that the portable music player has been around for ages. My first was a transistor radio. Then there were "ghetto blasters." Then came the Walkman. And now, of course, the iPod.
Don't get me wrong. I love music. And I love the iPod's technology. What I don't love... or have any level of comfort with... is groovin' out to music in public.
Maybe it's just me, but it seems like such a private, intimate, personal thing. When I see people on the street, or on the bus, or wherever, with those little white ear plugs... blissing out in their own little worlds... it makes me a bit uncomfortable. It reminds me of my highschool graduation night party, which was out in a big field somewhere. As I made my way from Point A to Point B in the latenight dark... I tripped on something. And it was a boy I'd never seen before... masturbating.
It was pretty dark, and he was pretty out of it. Plus, he had his eyes closed. And I - stumbling onto such a thing unexpectedly, and never having seen a boy masturbate before - was stuck somewhere between shock and prurient fascination. And that's the scene that comes to mind every time I see someone lost in their own little iPod-assisted quasi-erotic, eyesclosed mindbodymusic meld.
I have, of course, grooved publicly at rawk shows. But that's different. It is akin, I think, to the gay bath house scenario. We're all engaged in our own little worlds, and expressing ourselves physically... and there is a sense of kinship... but it's dark, and anonymous. None of us can really see (or wants to see) each other... and we're all there for the same reason, engaged in the same... er, passion. It's when this kind of thing is engaged in out of context... in public, where most of us keep our passions hidden... that I find it just a little bit uncomfortable.
So... yeah. When Mike handed down his old, first generation i-Pod to me... it sat and gathered dust. I tried it in the garden, but when I'm outside, I'd much rather listen to the sounds of the natural world. I tried it on the bus once, travelling to the mainland.... but found the conflict too unnerving.
You want to get lost in the music. You want to let it take you over. You want to get to that dreamy place where you almost leave your body.
But... omigod - in public??? GAH!!! No way.
I prefer to indulge in private, where I can be free and completely unselfconscious. And if I want to close my eyes and twirl and swing my skirt... so be it. Ain't nobody's business if I do.
Halong Bay is a body of water of approximately 1,500 square kilometres in north Vietnam with a 120 kilometre coastline, in the Gulf of Tonkin near the border with China, and 170 kilometres east of Hanoi. Halong Bay means "Bay of the Descending Dragon" in the Vietnamese language.
The bay consists of a dense cluster of 1,969 limestone monolithic islands, each topped with thick jungle vegetation, which rise spectacularly from the ocean. Several of the islands are hollow, with enormous caves.
Halong Bay has been the setting for local naval battles against Vietnam's coastal neighbours. On three occasions in the labyrinth of channels between the islands the Vietnamese army stopped the Chinese from landing. In 1288 General Tran Hung Dao stopped Mongol ships from sailing up the nearby Bach Dang River by placing steel-tipped wooden stakes at high tide, sinking the Mongol Dubhai Khan's fleet.
During the Vietnam War, many of the channels between the islands were heavily mined by the navy of the United States, some of which pose a threat to shipping to this day.
The surrounding land region of Halong City is rich with high grade coal deposits, and is operated by the Vietnamese government
A UNESCO World Heritage site.
(text from Wikipedia : en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halong_Bay)
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Boş yere değil yok inanmam
Koşarım yine ardından
Bulsam da olur bulmasam da
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"After a long, tiring, overall crap day, I received the lovely news that my pro account was expiring on the 30th. Those of you who follow my 365 adventure will know that my credit card was taken from me earlier this year due to financial problems, so I'm left without the means to buy a new one easily.
I was thinking maybe one of you out there would like to sponsor me to a new pro account so that my work of these last few years could stay online.