miro72: 2010-06-20

26 czerwca 2010

Nowo poznani...

czyli od lewej ... pan Kazimierz, pan Marian i pan Romek... 15 min. rozmowy o ciągnikach, zasiewach i ... polityce

Droga

Wszystko, co przeżywamy, to tylko jakieś etapy, jakieś stacje. To, co dziś wydaje się wielkim osiągnięciem, jutro odpada, bo poszliśmy już dalej. Trzeba być zawsze w drodze.

Anna Kamieńska

I believe in You ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSg2OIFum3o

Hear it in my spirit
I've seen heroin for myself
On the street so young laying wasted
Enough ain't it enough
Crippled world
I just can't bring myself to see it starting
Tell me how I fear it
I buy prejudice for my health
Is it worth so much when you taste it
Enough there ain't enough hidden hurt
A time to sell yourself
A time for passing

Spirit

How long

Gazal 4 - Rumi

Nareszcie się stad wyrwałeś, odszedłeś w świat nieznany.
Jaka to, jaką to drogą odszedłeś z tego świata?

Dość się natłukłeś skrzydłami, by odejść do świata ducha.
chwyciłeś w pióra powietrze, odszedłeś z rozbitej klatki.

Szlachetnym byłeś sokołem w niewoli tej starej wiedzmy:
gdy zagrał bęben sokoli, odszedłeś w Świat Niestały.

Byleś pijanym słowikiem pomiędzy puchaczami,
doszedł cie zapach róży, odszedłeś w ogrody różane.

Już dosyć bolała cie głowa od tych skwaśniałych fermentów,
nareszcie z tych naszych ruin odszedłeś do wiecznej winiarni.

Byłeś jak śmigła strzała dla szczęśliwego celu,
jak strzała z tego luku odszedłeś do owej tarczy.

Krete wyznaczał ci cele ten świat podobny do smoka,
obszedłeś te znaki z daleka, odszedłeś do świata bez znaków.

Po cóż to chodzisz w diademie, kiedy już stałeś się słońcem,
czemu to pasa pożądasz, odszedłeś przecież od ciała.

Słyszałem, ze oczy twoje zawistnie patrzyły w świat ducha.
Po cóż ci patrzeć w świat ducha? Odszedłeś do Ducha przeznaczeń.

O, cóż za ptak z ciebie, serce, ze łowiąc boska nagrodę,
dwa skrzydła rozwarłszy jak tarcze odszedłeś w stronę strzały.

Chroni się kwiat przed jesienią - o, cóż za kwiat z ciebie śmiały,
ze pośród wichrów jesiennych odszedłeś, nie spiesząc się wcale.

Jak deszcz tu spadłeś z nieba na dach ziemskiego świata,
biegałeś, pływałeś, aż rynna odszedłeś z tego dachu.

Zamilknij, ułomna jest mowa, nie spij już więcej, bo teraz
odszedłeś i wziął cie w opiekę tak miłościwy przyjaciel.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfxqZagHXbM

The Soft parade ...

The Soft parade

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1XlqCFi6o-E

When I was back there in seminary school,
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition,
That you can petition the lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer,
Petition the lord with prayer
You cannot petition the lord with prayer!

Can you give me sanctuary
I must find a place to hide,
A place for me to hide
Can you find me soft asylum,
I cant make it anymore,
The man is at the door

Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy, champion Sax and a girl named sandy
Theres only four ways to get unraveled,
One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da
One is a bandit up in the hills,
One is to love your neighbor till
His wife gets home

Catacombs, nursery bones, winter women, growing stones
Carrying babies, to the river
Streets and shoes, avenues, leather riders
Selling news, the monk bought lunch
Ha ha, he bought a little, yes, he did, woo!
This is the best part of the trip, this is the trip, the best part
I really like, whatd he say?
Pretty good, Im proud to be a part of this number
Successful hills are here to stay
Everything must be this way
Gentle streets where people play
Welcome to the soft parade
All our lives we sweat and save
Building for a shallow grave
Must be something else we say
Somehow to defend this place
Everything must be this way
Everything must be this way
The soft parade has now begun
Listen to the engines hum
People out to have some fun
A cobra on my left
Leopard on my right
The deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night
Out of sight!, the lights are getting brighter
The radio is moaning, calling to the dogs
There are still a few animals, left out in the yard
But its getting harder, to describe sailors, to the underfed
Tropic corridor, tropic treasure
What got us this far, to this mild equator?
We need someone or something new
Something else to get us through, yeah, cmon
Callin on the dogs, callin on the dogs
Oh, its gettin harder, callin on the dogs
Callin in the dogs, callin all the dogs, callin on the gods
You gotta meet me, too late, baby
Slay a few animals, at the crossroads, too late
All in the yard, but its gettin harder, by the crossroads
You gotta meet me, oh, were goin, were goin great
At the edge of town, tropic corridor, tropic treasure
Havin a good time, got to come along, what got us this far
To this mild equator? , outskirts of the city, you and i
We need someone new, somethin new, somethin else to get us through
Better bring your gun, better bring your gun
Tropic corridor, tropic treasure, were gonna ride and have some fun

When all else fails, we can whip the horses eyes
And make them sleep, and cry

Jim ...

An American Prayer

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33rjiQ8WifM

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
& are you alive?
Let's reinvent the gods, all teh 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
& that fat slow generals are getting
obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by T.V.
The moon is dry blood beast
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are just dying
O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
perform our art
The moths & atheists are doubly divine
& dying
We live, we die
& death not ends it
& perfect our lives
Journey we more into the
Nightmare
Cling to life
Our passion'd flower
Cling to Cunts & cocks
of despair
We got our final vision
by clap
Columbus groin got
filled w/green death
(I touched her thigh
& death smiled)
We have assembled inside this ancient
& insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life
& flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
& only one of all the rest
To dance & save us
W/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 are 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
& velvet hour
We of arabic pleasures's breed
We of sundome & the night
Give us a creed
To believe
A nightr of lust
Give us trust in
The Night
Give of color
hundred hues
a rich mandala
for me & for you
& for your silky
pillowed house
a head, wisdom
& 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
& unsporting brow
Forget & allow
Did you know freedom exists
in school books
Did you know madmen are
running our prisons
w/in a jail, w/in a gaol
w/in a white free protestant
maelstrom
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
Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
south
Cruel bindings
The sevants have the power
dog-men & their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors
I'm sick of dour faces
Starong 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 & wanton thrillful
comes death on a stranger hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
& 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
& loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the Giant family

Fajna ... Babka

Pozdrawiam

25 czerwca 2010

Ładny kwiatek... nieprawdaż?

24 czerwca 2010

Randka?

Zagadka.

Na którym balkonie suszą się majtki? :)

Rumi, sufi, wirowanie...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hqhNPY882kE&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J_xFkfK4OEg&feature=related

Parkingowe ... wizje... ;)

Klimatyzacja

Klimatyzacja - proces wymiany powietrza w pomieszczeniu, mający na celu utrzymywanie zadanych warunków klimatycznych, czyli odpowiedniego zakresu temperatur i wilgotności powietrza, zapewniających dogodne warunki do pracy i funkcjonowania człowieka.

;))