Present from Lieven 19.

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I take my wine jug out among the flowers
to drink alone, without friends.

I raise my cup to entice the moon.
That, and my shadow, makes us three.

But the moon doesn’t drink,
and my shadow silently follows.

I will travel with moon and shadow,
happy to the end of spring.

When I sing, the moon dances.
When I dance, my shadow dances, too.

We share life’s joys when sober.
Drunk, each goes a separate way.

Constant friends, although we wander,
we’ll meet again in the Milky Way.

To Ralphie with love

Present from Lieven 17.

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If only the sun-drenched celebrities are being noticed and worshiped, then our children are going to have a tough time seeing the value in the shadows, where the thinkers, probers and scientists are keeping society together.

Poetry out of Laarne is language at its most distilled and most powerful.
Cheer up he shouted ! And we did…

Present from Lieven 16.

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With the arrogance of youth, I determined to do no less than to transform the world with Beauty. If I have succeeded in some small way, if only in one small corner of the world, amongst the men and women I love, then I shall count myself blessed, and blessed, and blessed, and the work goes on.


Tsukioka Yoshitoshi; 100 Aspects of the Moon #25, “Gravemarker Moon” – The famous poetess Ono no Kom…

Present from Lieven 15.

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As in sleeping-drink spices
softly she loosens in the liquid-clear
mirror her fatigued demeanor;
and she puts her smile deep inside.

And she waits while the liquid
rises from it; then she pours her hair
into the mirror, and, lifting one
wondrous shoulder from the evening gown,

she drinks quietly from her image. She drinks
what a lover would drink feeling dazed,
searching it, full of mistrust; and she only

beckons to her maid when at the bottom
of her mirror she finds candles, wardrobes,
and the cloudy dregs of a late hour.

Present from Lieven 14.

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I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love–
But for livin’ I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry–
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

Present from Lieven 13.

The Great Day of His Wrath
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I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole.
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see,
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.

Present from Lieven 12.

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What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Or do I ?

My Tarot card!?

You are The Empress

Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.

The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents,
beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home
decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.

The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Present from Lieven 11.

Lieven Grillaertsays:

One day, ‘Ill kill you for talking to me……..and obvious bringing these things alive….

In cheerful faith that fears no ill
The good man doth the world begin;
And dreams that all without shall still
Reflect the trusting soul within.
Warm with the noble vows of youth,
Hallowing his true arm to the truth;

Yet is the littleness of all
So soon to sad experience shown,
That crowds but teach him to recall
And centre thought on self alone;
Till love, no more, emotion knows,
And the heart freezes to repose.

Alas! though truth may light bestow,
Not always warmth the beams impart,
Blest he who gains the boon to know,
Nor buys the knowledge with the heart.
For warmth and light a blessing both to be,
Feel as the enthusiast–as the world-wise see.

Present from Lieven 10.

earth’d up, here lies an imp o’ hell,
planted by Satan’s dibble;
poor silly wretch, he’s damned himsel’,
to save the Lord the trouble….,
16 years cannot be doomed,
only youth will be mistaken

damn darn damn

Present from Lieven 9.

Death is in the flower’s heart
Why to cry for life of any petal ?

Death in purple ink of weary pens
Betrays the written yearnings
…On his scented paper.

Death is laughing in his cry;
His broken heart forlorn upon the sleeve.

Death ignores the plight of any purity
He doesn’t care or seem to be aware of
What his dewy eye desires,
For Death beckoned :

‘Embrace the jar ! ‘
And yes, he did
For Death, of course.

After all, no other man would
Open up his hand and bid his with a kiss,
So Death became his bliss.

Alternative Travel Guide to Spain?

This is where you can ask zany or silly questions and tell outright lies about Spain. Go on, go for it! I´ll start us off:

– Contrary to popular opinion, Portugal is not one of Spain´s provinces, but an actual country.

Travel Guide to Spain?

Gastronomía manchega, Pedro Muñoz.
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Feel free to ask any questions, that could make your stay in Spain easier or more enjoyable!?

Just to start us off:

– Post office boxes are yellow and are marked “Correos”.

– Instead of the habitual British fare, do try some tapas(snacks) or regular Spanish food.

– In most places you will NOT find public toilets. Bars and restaurants are ´supposed´to let you use them free of charge.

– Do not use shampoo or soap, when using the beach showers(heavy fines!).

– If you have ´unusual´questions or just tourist info, why not ask a street person(and tip them, please!).

– Watch out for pickpockets(these are usually well dressed).

– Watch out for women who offer you a flower(professional pick-pockets!).

– When sitting on a terrace, put your purse on your lap.

– Do not forget your sunblock! The Spanish sun is a killer.

– In this climate, it is imperative that you drink enough water. Remember: coffee and alcohol are diuretics, they get rid of your fluids -> replenish them!!

Any further questions, just ask!

Present from Lieven 8.

As I am feeble, pale, and weary,
And my wings are nearly furled;
I have caused a scene so dreary,
I am glad to quit the world!
With bitterness I’m thinking
On the evil I have done,
And to my caverns sinking
From the coming of the sun.
The heart of one will sicken
In that pure and holy light,
When he feels the hopes I’ve stricken
With an everlasting blight!
For widely, in my madness,
Have I poured abroad my wrath,
And changing joy to sadness,
Scattered ruin on my path.
Earth shuddered at my motion,
And my power in silence owns;
But the deep and troubled ocean
O’er my deeds of horror moans!
I have sunk the brightest treasure—
I’ve destroyed the fairest form—
I have sadly filled my measure,
And I am now a dying storm.


This is what my friend was upset about:

Pukkelpop 2011 disaster!


Yes, I copied this from a friend, called Khano on Booksie:

You know you’re living in 2011 when:

1.) You accidentally enter your password on a microwave.

2.) You haven’t played solitaire with real cards for years.

3.) The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is they don’t have a screen name or myspace.

4.) You’d rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the buttons on the TV.

6.) Your boss doesn’t even have the ability to do your job.

7.) As you read this list you keep nodding and smiling.

8.) As you read this list you think about sending it to all your friends.

9.) And you were too busy to notice number 5.

10.) You scrolled back up to see if there was a number 5.

11.) Now you are laughing at yourself stupidly.

12.) Put this in your profile if you fell for that, and you know you did

About the Table and the Chair.

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Said the table to the chair,
“You can scarcely be aware
How I suffer from the heat
And from blisters on my feet!
If we took a little walk
We might have a little talk.
Pray, let us take the air!”
Said the table to the chair.

Said the chair unto the table,
“Now you know we are not able!
How foolishly you talk
When you know we cannot walk!”
Said the table with a sigh,
“It can do no harm to try.
I’ve as many legs as you.
Why can’t we walk on two?”
So they both went slowly down,
And walked about the town,
With a cheerful bumpy sound
As they toddled all around.
And everybody cried
As they ran up to their side
“See! The table and the chair
Have come out to take the air!”

But, in going down an alley,
To the castle, in the valley,
They completely lost their way
And they wandered all the day
‘Til, to see them safely back,
They paid a ducky-quack
And a beetle and a mouse
To take them to their house.

Then they whispered to each other
“Oh delightful little brother!
What a lovely walk we’ve taken!
Let us dine on beans and bacon!”
So the ducky and the little
Brownie-mousey and the beetle
Dined, and danced upon their heads,
‘Til they toddled to their beds.

Present from Lieven 6.

When wintry winds are no more heard,
And joy’s in every bosom,
When summer sings in every bird,
And shines in every blossom,
When happy twilight hours are long,
…Come home, my dear friend, and think no wrong!But if, and only if,
thou room is there below,

and fill in the rest yourself…

Re-post Yves François.

Yves François: “There comes a time in your life, when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh. Forget the bad, and focus on the good. Love the people who treat you right, pray for the ones who don’t. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Falling down is a part of life, getting back up is living.” ~ Re-post if you agree 100%..

Present from Lieven 5.

And Now For Something Completely Different (Monty Python’s ) lol
Sleepless, I lay last night and watched the slow
Procession of the men who wear my clothes:
First, the grey man with bloodshot eyes and sly
Gestures miming what he loves and loathes.

Next came the cheery knocker-back of pints,
The beery joker, never far from tears,
Whose loud and public vanity acquaints
The careful watcher with his private fears.

And then I saw the neat mouthed gentle man
Defer politely, listen to the lies,
Smile at the tedious tale and gaze upon
The little mirrors in the speaker’s eyes.

The men who wear my clothes walked past my bed
And all of them looked tired and rather old;
I felt a chip of ice melt in my blood.
Naked I lay last night, and very cold.


Some words make
the edge between….

Present from Lieven 3.

Picture puzzle piece
Lyin’ on the sidewalk,
One picture puzzle piece
Soakin’ in the rain.
It might be a button of blue
…On the coat of the woman
Who lived in a shoe.
It might be a magical bean,
Or a fold in the red
Velvet robe of a queen.
It might be the one little bite
Of the apple her stepmother
Gave to Snow White.
It might be the veil of a bride
Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.
It might be a small tuft of hair
On the big bouncy belly
Of Bobo the Bear.
It might be a bit of the cloak
Of the Witch of the West
As she melted to smoke.
It might be a shadowy trace
Of a tear that runs down an angel’s face.
Nothing has more possibilities
Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.

Present from Lieven 2.

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient sleepless eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
…Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors;
No yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever or else swoon to death.

Present from Lieven!

A dream within a dream

by Lieven Grillaert on Saturday, 13 August 2011 at 23:46

“For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down

in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it.

There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which are not

thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely impossible to

adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas how rarely.

Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the bodily and mental

health are in perfection. And at those weird points of time, where the

confines of the waking world blend with the world of dreams. And so I

captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem, is but a dream within

a dream.”

All along the watchtower – Bob Dylan.

From Rishabh Agarwal’s Gallery on Picasa

There must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief,
Theres too much confusion, I cant get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.

No reason to get excited, the thief, he kindly spoke,
There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and i, weve been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl

Unfortunate, but true!

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I think it´s going to be one of them days! I had difficulty getting up this morning, because all my muscles were hurting(ok, ok, the atrophied bits that are all that remain of what used to be Sly Stallone material). I don´t know, maybe it´s the heat that causes it. Seeing as, in this weather, I´m not prone to over-exertion. So, I was hurting all over, penniless and bloody starving. Did I tell you that I´m two stone(about thirty pounds) underweight? This is due, in part, to last winter, which was not the high point of my existence. But enough about that! I went to my pitch, hoping to make enough for a bite to eat, but no such luck.

After about an hour, my stomach was starting to growl so loudly, that the neighbours came and complained. I sighed, got up and told myself that there was nothing for it, but to go and check the bins for some food. I know that some people will find this gross, but to them I ask the following question: Have you ever, in your entire lifetime, been well and truly hungry? If you haven´t, don´t be too quick to judge! Remember the saying: There but for the grace of God, go I! By the way, I do apologise, for the insalubrious nature of the topic for this Tittbit, but I write them how I find them, if you catch my drift!? Continue reading “Unfortunate, but true!”

Tiger´s Lament!

Almighty Hunter that roams the blue steppes,

save me from the ministrations of these feeble creatures,

that somehow managed to enslave me!

My immortal feline spirit is being crushed by an ocean of boredom.

Just put one of these fiends within my grasp,

to use as a mat and to sharpen my claws with.

How dare you, pseudo animals with your fake furs,

deprive me of my freedom?

My ancentors are raging in the skies over this humiliation!

Next they´ll dress me up and present me to the torrid gawkers,

in a nice pink bow.

The injustice of it all makes me want to puke!

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