Life is too fast, I am too fast
Need someone to be rest
Oh dear girl
Here is your stop
To be my woman
To be my infinite guest
I am your whole world
I am the sun on your horizon
I am the particle on your land
Take a step back
Open your arms
From east to west
I am your gentle rain
I am your gentle man
" when my mother was pregnant
with her second child i was four
i pointed at her swollen belly confused at how
my mother had gotten so big in such little time
my father scooped me in his tree trunk arms and
said the closest thing to god on this earth
is a woman’s body it’s where life comes from
and to have a grown man tell me something
so powerful at such a young age
changed me to see the entire universe
rested at my mother’s feet "
Sayfa 39 - Andrews McMeel PublishingKitabı okudu
....at a monster, an immense, reptilian monster. It was humanoid, hugely muscled, its pebbled skin a dark, noxious green. Its arms were so long that its clawed hands almost touched the floor. When it saw Billy it dropped its thick jaw and screeched again, the small eyes in its flat, sloping skull practically glowing with malevolence. A thin stream of dark blood flowed from its upper chest, one of Rebecca's shots, but it didn't seem to be overly affected by the wound.
“What are the dead, anyway, but waves and energy? Light shining from a dead star?
That, by the way, is a phrase of Julian's. I remember it from a lecture of hxis on the Iliad., when Patroklos appears to Achilles in a dream. There is a very moving passage where Achilles overjoyed at the sight of the apparition – tries to throw his arms around the ghost of his old friend, and it vanishes. The dead appear to us in dreams, said Julian, because that's the only way they can make us see them; what we see is only a projection, beamed from a great distance, light shining at us from a dead star…”
The corpse had risen from his seat, and was moving toward her. His misshapen head lolled back and to the side, cruelly exposing the mauled flesh of his throat, and the moaning grew deeper, more yearning, as he stretched his arms in front of him, his ruined face dripping blood and slime.
A crackle of lightning flickered across the thickening darkness, illuminating the small but steep hill that marked the deepest part of the forest. Nyberg looked up, and saw a tall figure silhouetted against the trees at the crest of the hill, someone in a long coat or robe, the dark fabric rippling in the wind. The figure raised long arms to the raging sky and the stutter of lightning was gone, plunging the strange, dramatic scene back into darkness.
One life - Lisa Ekdahl
You say we have nothing in common
I wouldn't say that if i were you
All of us come in through the same door
That much if nothing ele i know is true
All of us will very soon be leaving
We were brought here, soon we will depart
Now i don't care if someone says i'm foolish
Cause while i'm here i'm singing from my heart
Chorus
There's just one life
‘In consequence of the general nature of the rebellion and the impossibility of identifying the majority of the rebels, or of bringing their crime home to them, the Magistrate recommended the wholesale burning and destruction of all villages from which rebels had come.’ ‘All men able to carry arms were shot down or put to the sword and their residences burnt,’ recalled one member of the ‘Khaki Ressala’, a troop of British irregulars. Prisoners were executed. The result was often to drive the rural population together against the threat of indiscriminate killing and burning and to prolong rural resistance long after the main towns were retaken.
hayatın tarifi bu dedi annem
ben kollarında ağlarken
her yıl bahçene ektiğin çiçekleri düşün
onlar sana
insanların da çiçek açmak için solmak,
köklenmek ve
büyümek zorunda olduğunu öğretecek
.
.
this is the recipe of life
said my mother
as she held me in her arms as i wept
think of those flowers you plant
in the garden each year
they will teach you
that people too
must wilt
fall
root
rise
in order to bloom
