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Nov
01

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Oct
19

Sep
02


(According to the legend, Mariguana was an imaginary,
exotic South American island, a place many people craved.)

Zeng a dal Argentinától Peruig.
Tudják már: Mariguana cha-cha cha
Száll a dall Rozáriótol Andesig Táncolják:
Mariguana cha-cha-cha
Mariguana (csodás e dallam)
Mariguana (csodáa e ritmus)
Mariguana, mariguana cha-cha
Csodás e dallam (mariguana)
Csodás e ritmus (mariguana)
Mariguana mariguana cha-cha
Száll a dall Rozáriótol Andesig
Csak ez jár: Mariguana cha-cha-cha

Resaunds the song from Argentina to Peru
It’s well-known alredy:
Mariguana cha-cha cha.
Resaunds the song from Rosario to Andes
Everybody dance it .
Mariguana cha-cha-cha
Mariguana (wonderful melody)
Mariguana (wonderful rythm)
Mariguana, mariguana cha-cha
wonderful rythm (mariguama)
wonderful melody (mariguana)
Mariguana, mariguana cha-cha
Resaunds the sonfg from Rosario to Andes.
The craze is only Mariguana cha-cha-cha

Aug
04

Someone is looking at the time
someone is running on the street
somewhere in some country
now it might be raining

But why should I care
here it’s always sunny
the only thing that I fear
always when I say I ‘ll go
I had said I would go, I had said

But I am still here
again this summer
melt ice cream, sticks on my hand

Someone is looking at the time
someone is running on the street
and I am still here

The city has emptied
I go back to the beach
everybody is gone
and it’s now 1 o’ clock

But why should I care
here it’s always sunny
the only thing that I fear
always when I say I ‘ll go
I had said I would go, I had said

But I am still here
again this summer
melt ice cream, sticks on my hand

Someone is looking at the time
someone is running on the street
and I am still here

Jun
20

May
27

MY BROTHERS(Miltos Sachtouris poem)

My brothers who disappeared down here on earth
are the stars that now light up one by one in the sky

and there’s the eldest
with a black spring tie
who go lost in blindblack caves
as he rolled playing on red anemones
he slipped into the blood-stained mouth
of the wild beast

and then my other brother who was burned
would sell yellow fireworks
he would sell and set yellow fireworks ablaze
-When we light – he would say – a fire
we shall chase the ghosts from the gardens
the ghosts shall cease pollutin
g the gardens-When we set –
he would say – yellow fireworks ablaze
one day the sky will flame up in blue

and then the third and youngest
who would say he was a bat
this is why he loved the moons
and the moons one night encircled him
stuck around him and closed him
in stuck around him and choked him
the moons around him dissolved him

my brothers who disappeared down here on earth
are the stars that now light up one by one in the sky

Apr
24

Out on the wiley, windy moors
We’d roll and fall in green
You had a temper like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me
When I needed to possess you?

I hated you, I loved you, too
Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold
Let me in through your window

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold
Let me in through your window

Ooh, it gets dark, it gets lonely
On the other side from you
I pine a lot, I find the lot
Falls through without you
I’m coming back, love
Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream
My only master

Too long I roam in the night
I’m coming back to his side, to put it right
I’m coming home to wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold
Let me in through your window

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold
Let me in through your window

Ooh, let me have it
Let me grab your soul away
Ooh, let me have it
Let me grab your soul away
You know it’s me, Cathy

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold
Let me in through your window

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold
Let me in through your window

Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Cathy
I’ve come home, I’m so cold

Mar
04

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us-if at all-not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer-

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

Feb
18

Feb
14