It is never too late to be what you might have been.
I'm in, I eat kale Hipster healthy bio freak We all gonna die
Yellow, reds and browns Path rustling under my steps Last leaf falling down
Monkey see, monkey do. Lead by an example. We are animals.
Dancing northern lights Crisp wind reddening my cheeks Soul frozen in awe
Proud and majestic Sublime colours, shapes and scents Orchids on display
Author: Pavel Bunčák
I sang a song for you: Flower gives out its scent, withers. I taught you how to get old sensibly and stealthily, how to reminisce without memories, how ghosts grow up and sweet sighs turn into wrinkles.
Zaspieval som ti pieseň: Kvet rozvonia sa, zvädne. Učil som ťa, ako sa starne múdro a nebadane, ako sa spomína, keď nemáš na čo, ako vyrastajú prízraky a zo sladkých vzdychov vrásky.
Harvest of ripe wheat Endless golden long grass fields Bread to feed the men
Mountain of garbage Prominent and stinky sign Welcome to our town
Horse showing his teeth Eyes asking for an apple in my pocket. Neigh.
Dry ice solid gas Global warming is coming Icebergs are melting
Juniper berries Bitter and sharp on my tongue My head is spinning
Author: Juraj Andričík
We lived our lives like river banks. Each a hair further apart by every step leading to the sea. You were afraid that one day you won't see as far as my shore. I reasoned with you: where the banks touch river runs dry. You have built a bridge.
Tak sme svoj život žili ako brehy rieky. Tie na každom kroku o vlások širšie idú do mora. Bála si sa, že jedného dňa na môj breh nedovidíš. Prevrával som ťa: kde sa brehy stretnú, rieka vysychá. Postavila si most.
Leaves beating my face Ashes broken by the wind Tree cemetery
Foam covered pebbles Tangled seaweed on the shore Our beach paradise
Purr, meow, hiss, snarl, growl Nigh time wanders and dead gifts Does the cat love me?
Behind concrete walls Atlantis under water Dam hiding secrets
Reflection of sound No need for eyes in the dark They just use echos
I love how you lock my eyes when we talk
I love when you laugh with me
I love your fingers tickling my spine
I love how you pull me closer and breath in the scent of my hair
I love the way you kiss my neck
I love your sculptured muscles
I love how your beard scratches my cheeks
I love to wake up next to you and watch you still sleeping
I love when you make me coffee and then drink half of it and I can taste it in your kiss
I love when you cook dinner and we never quite manage to sit down and eat it
I love your notes around my place
I love the marks you leave on my flat
I love the marks you leave on me
I love you
But peanuts are a deal breaker
well, the end of the series came only four years late. i don’t really have an excuse. so what.
To be honest the only thing about this post I can remember is that I wanted to name it zero tolerance to zero tolerance.
Perhaps I wanted to make a point where we should all be more tolerant rather than see everything in black and white and stick to our stubborn ideas and our unchangeable truths.
Be tolerant. Be kind. World looks different from a tiny basement window to a view from a rooftop of a skyscraper. It’s the same world nevertheless.
Finger
stretched and pointing
accused of being rude
No wrong pointing at beautiful
I think
Fire and Ice – Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Seriously? You think you’ll get the job? Go home, sleep and have nice dreams about it.
No Yelling either please (not applicable to Liz and Martin Yelling who can do no bad in my book).
