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  1. L | 27 October 2005 at 4:23 pm | Permalink

    in case you need other languages some other time:

    http://www.celebratelove.com/luvu21.htm

  2. Motherearth | 27 October 2005 at 5:02 pm | Permalink

    ha funny ”L”….Its a very romantic pic…She looks prettier then sleeping beauty ;-)) Lets hope that it stays romantic !!!!!!

  3. L | 27 October 2005 at 10:20 pm | Permalink

    she looks tired to me…

  4. L | 28 October 2005 at 11:08 am | Permalink

    just a suggestion Mother Earth: change your name into Mother Theresa.

  5. Motherearth | 28 October 2005 at 4:04 pm | Permalink

    MotherEarth stands for my own spiritual dogmas…Mother Theresa (although in your case meant as cynical) ”worked” for an spiritual/politic organisation (RC Church ;Vatican)that is in my humble opinion busy with a world wide genocide,keeping people poor,uneducated unable to get aid to prevend themselves from pregnancies and HIV…:It has a seat in the UN (and in the World Health Organisation),through their own church,and other ways it prevends people from using condoms..It participate in lies about condoms (tiny miniscule holes that let HIV trough)in poor countries with an uneducated highly religious poor population, where hospitals are mainly funded by the Roman Catholic Church. ANd more then any other religion it keeps women down. Unlike the Islam where an abortion is allowed in the first few weeks,they simply put all the blame on women..So these poor creatures are not only carrying the scorn of their families but also from their religion..and most often die in abortions that are operated in illegal ”clinics”. Mother Theresa although did loads of good for the community in the end she was like the organisation behind her just as much against the use of condoms ,abortion or any prevention in order to keep people healthy or to give them at least a choice….That makes her a wicked lady.
    Everybody has a right to be in love,even strange heartbreakers such as Kaganof….God I mean she looks so pretty..Looks like a night of steamy sex,and he is enjoying her sight in a moment where she is truly herself…sleeping..I mean..Go Kaganof Go ;-))

  6. nathaniel | 28 October 2005 at 4:11 pm | Permalink

    Would you honestly go so far as to say ‘wicked’? I mean, i disagree with some of her beliefs (as do you), but I’d not define her entire being solely on those beliefs. She did not go ’round the world ripping up condoms and locking up mothers-to-be. Quite the contrary….. Do we only have two choices: good or evil? I think kaganof is somewhere in between, for example.

  7. Lilith | 28 October 2005 at 5:54 pm | Permalink

    ME, call me Lilith. I didn’t know Kaganof was such a sensitive issue for you. Nor Mother Theresa. And why do you think Kaganof is a heartbreaker? He’s a dreamer. He creates his own fantasies.They feed him.
    As for you ‘sleeping beauty’s steemy sex’ verbal outburst: pity.

  8. Lilith | 28 October 2005 at 5:59 pm | Permalink

    ME, call me Lilith. I didn’t know Kaganof was such a sensitive issue for you. Nor Mother Theresa. And why do you think Kaganof is a heartbreaker? He’s a dreamer. He creates his own fantasies.They feed him. They probably destroy him at the end…
    As for you ‘sleeping beauty’s steemy sex’ verbal outburst: pity. You didn’t have to be so agressive. Or discuss someone’s private life in public. Or make someone out of me who is somehow even concerned about Kaganof’s sex life. Or call Mother Theresa a ‘wicked’ lady. She certainly did not deserve that.
    I also totally agree with Nathaniel. Lots of people waste their time being ‘nice’. Especially women who want to be ‘nice girls’ or still ‘loved by daddio’.
    I am both. Good AND evil.
    Amen.

  9. L | 29 October 2005 at 7:15 pm | Permalink

    You know what’s the most wonderful part of it all? a picture of young woman sleeping has aroused so much discussion! From Mother Theresa to Good and Evil cliche, you name it. Yeah!
    By the way: something went wrong with the comment. Somehow it’s been repeated. Technology…
    Cheers,

  10. kaganof | 29 October 2005 at 8:18 pm | Permalink

    the only heart kaganof ever breaks is his own

  11. andrea | 29 October 2005 at 8:34 pm | Permalink

    Hoe onjuist Kaggie!!! Ik spendeerde maanden door vedrietig te zijn. Mijn hart was totaal aan gruzelementen geslagen. Ach ja …Maandag weer naar school whoopie!!! ;-)

  12. L | 30 October 2005 at 11:01 pm | Permalink

    That’s right, Aryan. The other’s let it be broken. They choose to be hurt, to be a victim. Of course there’re a exeptions…Sometimes I really wonder how on Earth a man and a woman can ever be together. It’s a mystery! A wonderful one. It gives me headaches. I still try to understand it, to break that code. Wish me luck ( and a full bottle of whiskey ). Kidding…

  13. L | 30 October 2005 at 11:03 pm | Permalink

    Andrea…..hm. Interesting vibe coming from that name…
    And what a coincidence of that name suddenly appearing…!
    My life’s wonderful! YEAH!

  14. kaganof | 30 October 2005 at 11:51 pm | Permalink

    You who never arrived

    You who never arrived
    in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
    from the start,
    I don’t even know what songs
    would please you. I have given up trying
    to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
    moment. All the immense
    images in me- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
    cities, towers, and bridges, and unsuspected
    turns in the path,
    and those powerful lands that were once
    pulsing with the life of the gods-
    all rise within me to mean
    you, who forever elude me.

    You, Beloved, who are all
    the gardens I have ever gazed at,
    longing. An open window
    in a country house-, and you almost
    stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
    Streets that I chanced upon,-
    you had just walked down them and vanished.
    And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
    were still dizzy with your presence and, startled,
    gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows?
    perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us
    yesterday, separate, in the evening…

    Rainer Maria Rilke

  15. L | 31 October 2005 at 1:17 pm | Permalink

    funny coincidence. i was reading about Rainer Maria Rilke yesterday evening. it was for the first time.
    this poem is magical. beautiful. detached. sweet annihilation. destruction. creation. longing.
    it somehow also reminds me of Rumi.
    You know, your comment (nr.10) reminded me of what Casanova said about himself…
    Cheers,

  16. kaganof | 31 October 2005 at 2:53 pm | Permalink

    IF THE HEART OF LOVERS HAD NOT BURNED AND SHED TEARS THERE WOULD BE NEITHER WATER NOR FIRE IN THE WORLD.
    RUMI

  17. nathaniel | 31 October 2005 at 5:44 pm | Permalink

    nicky and i read each other excerpts from rilke’s poems at our wedding. and the velveteen rabbit.

  18. L | 01 November 2005 at 10:35 am | Permalink

    Dance, as though no one is watching,
    Love, as though you’ve never been hurt before,
    Sing, as though no one can hear you,
    Work, as though you don’t need the money,
    Live, as though heaven is on earth.
    (Rumi)

    A THOUSAND HALF-LOVES
    MUST BE FORSAKEN TO TAKE
    ONE WHOLE HEART HOME.
    (Rumi)

    ” Sky-circles ”

    The way of love is not
    a subtle argument.

    The door there
    is devastation.

    Birds make great sky-circles
    of their freedom.

    How do they learn that?
    They fall, and falling,
    they’re given wings.

    [and last but not least:]

    LET THE LOVER BE DISGRACEFUL, CRAZY,
    ABSENTMINDED. SOMEONE SOBER
    WILL WORRY ABOUT THINGS GOING BADLY.
    LET THE LOVER BE.

    { and ooonnnnne moooorrreee…}

    LOVERS DON’T FINALLY
    MEET SOMEWHERE.
    THEY’RE EACH ONTHER ALL ALONG.

    ( all by Rumi of course )

    For Nathaniel and his wife Nicky. And of course for Aryan, the man with the burning desire and so much love to give.
    Trust me. ‘She”s waiting. ‘She’ll come out of those cottage doors.

  19. L | 01 November 2005 at 10:38 am | Permalink

    …and my appetite is gone….i’m off. into my never-ending Dream Land where everything’s possible. I don’t care that i’ll get destroyed at the end. . .

  20. L | 02 November 2005 at 10:51 am | Permalink

    Just a final note from a poetry addict:
    a verse from The Laments for Temples: The Lament for Ur
    ( Sumer )

    ” Because the storm’s hand
    was raised against it,
    might I have screamed,
    might I have cried to it:
    ‘ Storm! Turn back into the desert! ‘
    Nowise should I have been able
    to have the storm front lift!

    Good luck on 3rd November!
    ( a funny note: L’ll apply her astral projection skills. )

  21. L | 04 January 2006 at 4:09 pm | Permalink

    i wish i could erase EVERYthing. everything seems to be an illusion. the so called ‘veil of illusion’, the maya ( according to Hindu ).
    no, on the other hand: i don’t have any regrets.
    the only self-pity i have is the recorgnition of your existence. it’s a very lonely one. you, i, them…all the same.
    i hate it.

  22. L | 04 January 2006 at 4:10 pm | Permalink

    and well, i don’t have any water left.

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