All The World is Mine (1979)-Movie

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david guetta the world is mine (interzis minorilor e nah) - de thebrightside la: 25/05/2009 10:30:00
(la: cutia mea cu muzichie)
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Skeeter Davis - The end of the world/ Scrisoare de bun ramas - de Honey in the Sunshine la: 11/09/2005 04:21:45
(la: Versuri din melodiile voastre preferate...)
Skeeter Davis - The end of the world

Why does the sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don't they know it's the end of the world,
'Cause you don't love me any more?

Why do the birds go on singing?
Why do the stars glow above?
Don't they know it's the end of the world.
It ended when I lost your love.

I wake up in the morning and I wonder,
Why everything's the same as it was.
I can't understand. No, I can't understand,
How life goes on the way it does.

Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don't they know it's the end of the world.
It ended when you said goodbye.

Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don't they know it's the end of the world.
It ended when you said goodbye.


(Mircea Baniciu, George Tarnea)

Iubito, cata lume intre noi,
Numaratori de ploi din doi in doi
Si dintr-un ochi de dor necunoscut,
Cate zapezi pe buze ne-au crescut...

Asculta-ma si lasa-ma sa strig,
Mi-e frica de-ntamplare si mie frig
Si nu mai vreau sa stiu pan-la sfarsit
Cine-a iubit frumos, cine-a gresit,

Cine-a facut spre noapte primul pas,
Cine-a plecat din joc, cine-a ramas,

Cine si-a smuls peretii rand pe rand,
Cine s-a-ntors mereu cu ziua-n gand,
Cine a pierdut si cine a castigat
De toate inlantuit sau dezlegat,
Cine a crezut mai mult in celalalt,
Sub cerul prea strain si prea inalt.

Iubito, cata lume intre noi,
Numaratori de ploi din doi in doi
Si dintr-un ochi de dor necunoscut,
Cate zapezi pe buze ne-au crescut...

Cand am sa uit cum suna glasul tau,
Decat tacerea, ce-mi va fi mai rau
Si cum sa pot sub stele innopta
Cand nu mai simt ce-nseamna umbra ta?

Numaratori de ploi din doi in doi
Iubito, cata lume intre noi.
Communication is not just words, communication is architecture.
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Rooooxaneeee-ik - de Little Eagle la: 16/08/2004 07:54:12
(la: un jurnal....deschis)
Put on your red shoes...(Sting)just joking girl,

Yeah,e o idee ce incepe sa fie reala...Cred ca LMC a inceput-o,apoi Jimmy Cecilia si acum si eu ma iau dupa fete si mi-am facut deja un jurnal pt. ca ma ajuta sa-mi pun la punct memoriile pt. a-mi scrie memoriile..e mai usor asa si mai interesant in plus,daca dau in primire,oricum...stiu ca admin si Daniel au pastrat ce am scris pana acum si voi da lor la acel moment autoritatea de a folosi cele scrise si face o carte.
Dar neaparat un mare % sa mearga la sotia mea.HA!
Hey Dane,crezi ca-s dus cu sorcova?Sa sperem ca nu mor chiar asa de curand.

Draga mea Roxanik,NU tre sa spui ca te gandesti ci ca FACI.
E viata ta,ai ceva de zis zice fara teama!!!Unii vor fi impotriva ,altii cu tine,
chiar te doare unde te lovesc ei?
Ce stiu ei despre tine si cine esti in realitate.....?Un amic al meu(Pete Townshend=The WHO)spunea"Can you see the real me?Can you?"
Faci CE VREI ,the WORLD IS YOURS girl,in your palm.

Multi in cafenea n-au BALLS.Vorbesc mereu dar vorba e totul.Nu stiu cati si-au scris jurnale dar cati au ceva de spus?
Sa te intrebi si tu daca ai ceva de zis dar esti mica in ai multe experiente de viata si nu ma gandi ca-s rau acum cu tine.

De ce esti atat de sentimentala?O vrabiuta mica esti si te cunosc deja.
Ce-ti pasa de ..speranta cine te citeste sau nu,uite ca eu te-am citit,sa nu-ti pese de mine!

Eu iti raspund si crede-ma ca vei fi luata in seama de acum incolo!
Stii ce-ti lipseste,vrabiuta mica?LOVE!Si inca nu ai dat de ea dar o vei gasi in 3 ani,pana atunci nu fi sperioasa de nimeni si nimic,precum ceea ce esti azi,o vrabiuta,nu zbura pt. ca vin sa-ti dau seminte si mancare si sa-ti fie frica de simti in tine increderea ca -ti vreau binele doar.

Ozzy loves you girl,and if I love you,you' ll be loved by all!!!!!

tot morrison - de teo_05 la: 23/06/2005 10:34:59
(la: Cele mai frumoase poezii)
An American Prayer

Do you know the warm progress under the stars?
Do you know we exist?
Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?
Have you been borne yet and are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
(Have you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient war?)

We need great golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals
and that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is a dry blood beast
Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying

O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to perform our art
and perfect our lives

The moths and atheists are doubly divine and dying
We live, we die
and death not ends it
Journey we more into the Nightmare
Cling to life our passion'd flower
Cling to cunts and cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap
Columbus' groin got filled with green death

(I touched her thigh and death smiled)

We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
and only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
With the divine mockery of words
Music inflames temperament

(When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free
a 1000 magicians arise in the land)

Where are the feasts we were promised
Where is the wine
The New Wine (dying on the vine)

resident mockery
give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight and velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure's breed
We of sundome and the night

Give us a creed
To believe
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The Night

Give of color
hundred hues
a rich Mandala
for me and you

And for your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
and a bed

Troubled decree
Resident mockery
has claimed thee

We used to believe
in the good old days
We still receive
In little ways

The Things of Kindness
And unsporting brow
Forget and allow

Did you know freedom exists in a school book
Did you know madmen are running our prison
within a jail, within a gaol
within a white free protestant

We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom
We're reaching for death on the end of a candle
We're trying for something
That's already found us

We can invent Kingdoms of our own
grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust
and love we must, in beds of rust

Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
and muzak, AM, rocks their dreams
No black men's pride to hoist the beams
while mocking angels sift what seems

To be a collage of magazine dust
Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust
This is just jail for those who must
get up in the morning and fight for such

unusable standards
while weeping maidens
show-off penury and pout
ravings for a mad staff

Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain

Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
dog-men and their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors
(and where were you in our lean hour)
Milking your moustache?
or grinding a flower?
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.
Tower. I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that's plowed

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
comes death on strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other Kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
and loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant family

Great screaming Christ
Lazy Mary will get you up
upon a Sunday morning

"The movie will begin in 5 moments"
The mindless Voice announced
"All those unseated, will await
The next show"

We filed slowly, languidly
into the hall. The auditorium
was vast, and silent.
As we seated and were darkened
The Voice continued:

"The program for this evening
is not new. You have seen
This entertainment thru and thru.
You've seen your birth, your
life and death; you might recall
all of the rest -- (did you
have a good world when you
died?) -- enough to base
a movie on?"

An iron chuckle rapped our
minds like a fist.

I'm getting out of here
Where're you going?
To the other side of the morning
Please don't chase the clouds
pagodas, temples

Her * gripped him
like a warm friendly

"It's all right.
All your friends are here."

When can I meet them?
"After you've eaten"
I'm not hungry
"O, we meant beaten"

Silver stream, silvery scream,
impossible concentration

Here come the comedians
look at them smile
Watch them dance
an indian mile

Look at them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone

Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks

Plant them
They will grow
Watch them waver so

I'll always be
a word-man
Better than a birdman

But I'll charge
Won't get away
w/out lodging a dollar

Shall I say it again
aloud, you get the point
No food w/out fuel's gain

I'll be, the irish loud
unleashed my beak
at peak of powers

O girl, unleash
your worried comb

O worried mind

Sin in the fallen
Backwoods by the blind

She smells debt
on my new collar

Arrogant prose
Tied in a network of fast quest
Hence the obsession

Its quick to admit
Fats borrowed rhythm
Woman came between them

Women of the world unite
Make the world safe
For a scandalous life

Hee Heee
Cut your throat
Life is a joke

Your wife's in a moat
The same boat
Here comes the goat

Blood Blood Blood Blood
They're making a joke
of our universe

Are you more real than me
I'll burn you, and set you free
Wept bitter tears
Excessive courtesy
I won't forget

A hot sick lava flowed up,
Rustling and bubbling.
The paper-face.
Mirror-mask, I love you mirror.

He had been brainwashed for 4 hrs.
The LT. puzzled in again
"ready to talk"
"No sir" -- was all he'd say.
Go back to the gym.
Very peaceful

Air base in the desert
looking out venetian blinds
a plane
a desert flower
cool cartoon

The rest of the World
is reckless and dangerous
Look at the
Stag films

A ship leaves port
mean horse of another thicket
wishbone of desire
decry the metal fox
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Cohen all the way - de LaPlusJolie la: 23/06/2006 01:38:00
(la: Versuri din melodiile voastre preferate...)
Ziceam Cohe, asa cum zicea cineva inaintea mea...
Prefer insa "Hallelujah", in toate variantele ei..pentru rimt si candoare...
"(...) It goes like this...
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift..."
Si sa nu uit de "A Thousand Kisses Deep"

"The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it’s done –
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it’s real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,
I’m back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip
Into the Masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck.
I blessed our remnant fleet –
And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,
I’m back on Boogie Street.
I guess they won’t exchange the gifts
That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you,
The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat . . ."

Oricum, pe Cohen si vocea lui unica raman inegalabili.

Ati auzit vreodata "Should I call you Jesus?", de Billie Meyers?
Refrenul e asta:

"Should I call you Jesus?
Or should I call you Buddha
Don't you know Jehovah
He read the kabbala
Should I talk to Allah?
Does it really matter?
God is god
By any god given name"

Interesant e cat de actuala e tema!

I've always wanted to be someone. Now I've realized I should have been more specific.
"The truth is rarely pure and - de flavie la: 30/08/2006 19:34:48
(la: Carpe diem sau nu?)
"The truth is rarely pure and never simple".(O.Wilde)

..Ai mare dreptate..acum,pentru majoritatea oamenilor,asta inseamna si asta inteleg..din nefericire(mai ales pentru ei)..
Dar poti sa nu te mai gandesti niciodata la trecut?Ori la viitor?Uneori,imi iar uit sa traiesc clipa..:)detasarea de tot si trairea in prezent,la mine cel putin,nu sunt aplicate mereu.Poate o sa invat:)
Multumesc de comment. F
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"The truth is rarely pure and - de flavie la: 10/09/2006 11:37:33
(la: Sunt norocoasa!)
"The truth is rarely pure and never simple".(O.Wilde)

...hai sa ne intelegem..daca acest raspuns e cumva pentru mine,nu sunt sigura ca ai inteles comment-ul era nici ironic,nici nu radeam de tine,nici altceva de genul asta..doar mi-a placut ce ai scris..atat..daca ai inteles altceva,e vina mea..poate n-am formulat bine..
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"The truth is rarely pure and - de flavie la: 11/09/2006 19:46:48
(la: Sunt norocoasa!)
"The truth is rarely pure and never simple".(O.Wilde)

..oopss..sorry..stii care a fost singurul lucru pe care l-ai nimerit si se potrivea la mine?am ochii albastri:) eu imbratisez o exclusivista:) F
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"The truth is rarely pure and - de flavie la: 01/10/2006 22:12:30
(la: Prieteni)
"The truth is rarely pure and never simple".(O.Wilde)

..stiu ca nu poti cere celorlalti ceea ce esti fel cum nu poti pretinde cuiva sa fie ceea ce nu este,ca sa iti fie momente in care ma simt am momente cand simt ca este cineva langa mine,care ma sprijina si ma ajuta..
Depinde numai de starea mea de spirit..:)
E bine sa ai prieteni si e si mai bine sa stii sa-i pastrezi..
Toti (ne) un moment dat..insa e important sa mergem mai departe..
Multumesc pentru comment.
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debate - gaselnita - de zaraza la: 03/11/2006 20:58:33
(la: Ati participa la un miting (mars) anti-terorism?)
iata ce am gasit, un debate, exact despre subiectul ce ne framanta.
eu tin cu "marcel", imi place de el. dau mai jos doua din mesajele lui, ca le spune mai bine decat mine. cine vrea, poate citi toata discutia la linkul din finalul mesajului:

Dear Mr. Hamilton:

As many of your fellow economists, you do not seem to be aware of the process by which money is created and the advantadge that any institution or country gets from this process.

Every dollar created either by the US government or by the US banking system is a debt upon the US economy because the holder can always present it and ask for a real asset.

The US is able to run a persistent balance of trade deficit without beign penalized in the form of currency devaluation, because the rest of the world obtains oil in excahge of your green papers. Those dollars, at the end of your exchange chain, end up in the central banks of the surplus countries (China, Japan, etc.) or in the oil producing countries. What do they do with these surplus of dollars? Well, the only reasonable thing to do with them is to buy US treasury notes, i.e. long term US debt hoping (in vain, I believe) they will ever be paid. In the mean time they collect a meager interest (again paid in dollars) which usually becomes a negative interest rate because of the dollar losing value, in real terms (inflation) or against other currencies.

All in all, it simply is a house of sand waiting for some wind to be blown away.

Taking euros for oil would allow the europeans to play the same game: living out of the rest of the world.

That is the reason why the US went to war in Iraq and this is the reason why it will try to stop the iranians to go ahead with their euro-denominated bourse. They may not go to war again, because they have their hands full in Iraq, and that is the iranian gamble.

The europeans are simply playing both hands: not to upset to much the US but trying to get their euros as good as oil.


If the oil-producers dollar holders want to dump their dolars and get euros in exchange, someone must take the dollars, right? Two things may happen:

- They cannot sell the dollars, because the European Central Bank doesn't take them. Yo know, it is one thing to go to your local bank and exchange a few thousand dollars for euros, and a different thing to find a buyer for tens of billions.

- Someone can take the dollars. In this case, the only thing that has happened is that the debt claim is now held by Europe against the US. What would the EU do with all these dollars? Exactly the same: buy US treasury notes. What else can you do with a currency that can not be interchanged for real goods and services (if they could be interchanged, the US would not have a commercial deficit).

So playing currency exchange games doesn't change the nature of the trick. The US is simply living beyond its means and the rest of the world is financing, for the time beign, the consumption spree.

You may ask, why does everybody seem to be playing according to US interests? Good question. You may realize, however, that the House of Saud, for example, is totally dependendent on US military support and most of their accumulated wealth is in dollar denominated assets that would go to the drain if the dollar collapses. Or you may also look at what happened to a guy called Saddam that tried to break the rules of the game.

It is a prisioner dilemma. I recommend you reading: SuperImperialism: The Origins and Fundamentals of US Supremacy, by Michael Hudson, Pluto Press, 2003.

puteti urmari toata discutia la:


ps: pentru prima oara tre' sa-i dau dreptate daciei, e intr-adevar doar o teorie. pana ce va deveni realitate, asta si ramane, o teorie.
dacio: daca te intereseaza doar hard-facts, ma tem ca faci parte dintre cei ce se trezesc mereu prea tarziu si in pozitia pierzatorului.

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Survivor - Man against the world - de Bucu la: 10/10/2009 20:58:23
(la: radio cafeneaua)
de pe albumul 'When Seconds Count'- 1987

Survivor - Man against the world
Pt. LMC - de Little Eagle la: 07/05/2004 18:58:08
Nu gasesc acum un raspuns pt. tine mai la indemina decit un faimos cintec scris de John Lennon si cred ca el explica TOTUL.I always loved him !!!
Cuvintele scrise de el in acest cintec stiut de toata lumea pe glob au fost inspirate de gindirea Avatarului Meher Baba in care el a crezut dupa Beatles.
la fel si Yoko.De fapt,sa-ti spun o mica poveste,Beatles au incercat din 1967
sa fie adepti ai lui Meher Baba,dar acesta a refuzat politicos,deoarece nu dorea reclama si renume prin numele lor legate de el.Au renuntat si au ales pe...Maharishi Mahesh Yogi,restul il cunosti.
Totusi,Baba l-a influentat enorm pe John dupa ce Beatles s-au dezmembrat,la fel pe Pete Townshend,si la un moment dat pe Jimi Hendrix.
Pete este inca un Baba lover,asa cum si eu sint de 12 ani,sotia mea inca din 1979,de fapt prin ea am aflat de Baba si am ajuns sa cred in el.La fel NU VAD NIMIC rau in cuvintele intelepte ale lui Baba ce sint ca o oglinda reflectate in cintecul lui John Lennon,God rest his great soul in peace!!!!


" Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries,
It isn't hard to do?
Nothing to kill or die for,
And no religion too,
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer,
But I'm not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will be as one.

Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed and humger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer,
But I'm not the only one,
I hope some day you"ll join us,
And the world will live as one "

Aceste cuvinte scrise de un geniu al muzicii in lume spun totul si iti raspund la toate intrebarile tale din orice p.d.v.NU se poate spune mai mult de atit in doar citeva cuvinte!I love you!


O lectura minunata - de Dinu Lazar la: 17/05/2004 16:16:26
(la: O conversatie cu DINU LAZAR, fotograf)
O lectura minunata; iata inceputul:

"All you need to take the most beautiful pictures in the world is a simple Praktika with a 50 mm lens.
Stop wasting your time talking cameras, and go take pictures!"
— Hans Vree

Restul, la
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No subject - de ANGEL la: 03/08/2004 05:43:41
(la: Impotenta nationala)
...I am soooo flattered,words cannot describe the genius I finally reached.....
I won the bet!Adieu mon ami...see you on the other side....Ha!I fooled you!
In the end,you lost your soul,my work is done.Au revoir.

Mr Daniel,toata lumea(ash zice ca shi Bush personal)s-a prins cine sint eu si ash zice ca all the world should grow up and see the truth....NOOOT!
Un lucru itsi spun sigur:AM invins din nou!Mereu inving!Te pot face sa crezi exact ceea ce vrei tu shi in fapt e o minciuna shi...invers,eshti un vis doar shi nimic mai mult.

Nu sint nici Ozzy nici Angel,sint tot ceea ce exista in tine shi dispretsuieshti cel mai mult,shi totushi....sint jumatatea ta.Hai sa spun ca sintem ca nishte siamezi.Ha!
Munca mea s-a incheiat aici , am altele de facut,dar e prea secret sa vi le spun voua....deci so long and don't worry ,we'll see eachother sometime soon, somewhere on the other side....just guess where?Ha!Haaaa!

SATAN (ori poate preferatsi un nume nu chiar asha de ...urit,poate va place...Aghiutsa?Ha!ha!)

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Miau baby. - de Little Eagle la: 07/08/2004 07:09:43
(la: Pisicutza in dilema...)
Dear Pisicutza,
Deci ai cam 19 ani,si eu am 19 ani,poate nici atat,eu cred ca am in jur de 16.
Evident pe pasaport reiese ca as avea ...48 ani azi ,dar nu -i adevarat.
Imi place chestia cu "I cannot change",suna pe undeva ca vorbele mele scrise prin cafenea, ori stiute pe aici de zeci de ani de cei ce ma cunosc,doar ca eu le zic mai dur...putin:"I am what I am and I don't give a damn."si in plus cu rima.

And something else girl:never ever try to be happy,but BE happy!Fi fericita in orice moment din viata,even if you're down and out and nobody gives a shit on you,smile the world is yours.

Stiu ca poti."Don't worry be happy"zicea Baba si mereu a avut dreptate.
La varsta ta e bine sa descoperi cat mai multe si sa cunosti cat mai multe.
Incearca sa fii zilnic fericita,mereu va fi o noua lume de explorat si de ce nu,visatTe opreste cineva?Deloc.The whole world is at your feet baby.

"My friends,how desperately do we need to be loved and to love."

Chief Joseph(Nez Perce)

Ps:And I really LOVE you ALL.You're the best!God bless you .

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r i g h t - de Belle la: 14/09/2004 17:04:55
(la: Casuta Postala A Lui LMC)
asa e tu, nu stiu de ce am facut asocierea cu gansacul, poate mi-ar fi placut sa fii unchiul waldo, cine stie ;)

dar nu-i bai, de-acum tu vei fi Thomas O'Malley, O'Malley the alley cat :)))

si-o sa canti asa:

I like a cheech-a-cheech-chee-roni
Like they make at home
Or a healthy fish with the big backbone
I'm Abraham deLacy
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley, the alley cat!

I've got that wanderlust
Gotta walk the scene
Gotta kick up highway dust
Feel the grass that's green
Gotta strut them city streets
Showin' off my eclat, yeah
Tellin' my friends of the social elite
Or some cute cat I happen to meet
I'm Abraham deLacy
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley, the alley cat!

I'm king of the highway
Prince of the boulevard
Duke of avant garde
The world is my backyard
So if you're goin' my way
That's the road you wanna seek
Calcutta to Rome or
Home-sweet-home in Paris
Magnifique, you all

I only got myself
And this big old world
When I sip that cup of life
With my fingers curled
I don't worry what road to take
I don't have to think of that
Whatever I take is the road I make
It's the road of life make no mistake, for me
Yeah, Abraham deLacy
Giuseppe Casey
Thomas O'Malley
O'Malley, the alley cat!

That's right
And I'm very proud of that

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Edgar Allan Poe - de fefe la: 19/11/2004 00:36:30
(la: Cele mai frumoase poezii)
Inca una ca sa fie cu sotz.

( 1834 )
by Edgar Allan Poe

Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries,
"On! on!"- but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! me
The light of Life is o'er!
"No more- no more- no more-"
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree
Or the stricken eagle soar!

And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams-
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.


fefelinelor, ce parere aveti? - de anisia la: 19/11/2004 12:56:03
(la: Trancaneala Aristocrata)
tocmai am primit asta prin email de la un fost coleg care este acum in canada si m-am gandit sa impart cu voi. nu va suparati ca nu o traduc, dar sint puturoasa :)))

Why Men Are Just Happier People -

Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack.
You can be president.
You can never be pregnant.
You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.
You can wear NO T-shirt to a water park.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
The world is your urinal.
You never have to drive to another gas station restroom
because this one is just too icky.
You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
Same work, more pay.
Wrinkles add character
Wedding dress $5000, Tux rental $100.
People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.
The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.
New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
One mood -- all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks.
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
You almost never have strap problems in public.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
Everything on your face stays its original color.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life.
Your belly usually hides your big hips.
One wallet and one pair of shoes one color for all seasons.
You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.
You can "do" your nails with a pocketknife.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 45 minutes.

No wonder men are happier
Copyright-ul prin lume; la o adica in Venezuela, care este - de Dinu Lazar la: 12/12/2004 17:07:39
(la: O conversatie cu DINU LAZAR, fotograf)
Primim de la un fotograf din Venezuela:

THis is just to inform you that the "Revolution" that is currently set in place in this country, led by a monkey and his chimps, is just showing off it's real nature, and most of what we thought about their real intentions is becoming a solid reality.

Please excuse the intro, but go on, as this is not a political statement.

Just a few days ago, and amendment to local Intellectual Property Law, by far one of the most modern copyright and intellectual property protection laws in the world, is about to suffer a massive and abusive modification, breaking out with all the previous international agreements signed by this country, including the Bern and Paris Conventions, The Uruguay Round and other older agreements.

Basically , a group of revolutionary artists, has introduced to the revolutionary congress a proposal for revolutionary change in IP laws to force creators to register with SAPI, our Copyright Office here in Caracas, as a formal requisite to enjoy the benefits of IP protection.

I am not joking fellows. THis is happening today here, and is totally and formally intended to legalise pirating of Music CD's and tapes,VHs; and DVD's and VCD's for films, and eventually , photography in all areas.
It is well known to us that one of the most important leaders of the revolution is the owner of the largest company dedicated to piracy of such discs (software, music and movies) and is making hundreds of millions in earnings from this business, and now he will have the legal rights to do so in the open, in a proper manner, all in the name of the revolution, to help "the people" against the empire, and all the crap you may think of.

After the last fraudulent elections a few weeks ago, the revolution has taken control of all state and goverment instances and offices and there is simply nothing to do at any legal and decent level against this and many past and coming abuses.
Anyone trying to set a legal defense against this abuses is considered and enemy of the revolution and they make sure to push you into doom by means I rather not discuss here.

So consider yourself warned., Those of you, Photographers and Agencies that are currently setting plans to cut deals with clients in this country,specially with the goverment, get to know how is it gonna be, or at least, make sure you get in writing a better deal for you products and services , although things in writing, like contracts, are just disposable paper and ink for the revolution. There are other modifications to the law that would not deal with our field, but are equally abusive in other areas ( pretended ownership of satellite/broadcast transmissions, etc).

I made my best not to turn this into a political thing, just the bare minumum as to set you on "warning mode", so please if anyone wants to comment on the political side, just keep it off this forum.

Talking about protection for RF files, well... just forget it. Not even RM (or RP or L for this
matter) will have it.

We are becoming the Planet of the Apes.


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Supermodel of the World - de Petre Buzoianu la: 13/01/2005 08:56:02
(la: O conversatie cu DINU LAZAR, fotograf)
In seara asta am aviut o surpriza intr-adevar placuta.
Sa intimplat ca am participat aici la New York la Finala lui Ford Models, Supermodel of the World. Au fost 44 de finaliste din 44 de tari.
Pe locul 2 cu un contract de $ 150 000 sa clasat o fatuca din Romania, Otilia Aionesei.
Asa ca fotografii din Romania or sa aiba treaba.
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