Sunday, November 28, 2010

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Greetings.

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Violently Happy ... [27/11/2010]

pastry cream, chocolate shavings and whipped cream bordeaux, for the first time in my hands, oh, what a gesture of love!
gifts, flakes, toast and wishes ... 'll never forget this day?

I always say to myself that I should have more patience. every little thing. not tolerate slowness. slow reflexes, indecision. I hate to wait for others to take decisions which come from then mine. I hate to be bound by and I'm afraid, I'm afraid the time: HE is my only enemy, the only thing that scares me and scares me. I realized that you can fight only one way. acting immediately, without leaving space. because time wears down, destroying the time, the time can choose whether to advance or slow forward speed. for this I am a person immediately, I'm afraid to wait. wait for anything. when the words "I love you" came out for the first time since starting my mouth I knew already that I'd heard the other part at that time but not much later. but I again I felt it necessary to communicate before it was too late. Why wait? out of fear? While there is the fear of not feeling safe to try, but I feel the sudden feeling that might be slightly too late to tell someone that him / her you love. Time is not on our side. why let that stop us from communicating?

but maybe I should ... I should have ... that bit of patience that everyone always spoke to me. but to grit their teeth and fists in front of the slenzio and doubts and then felt in the middle of the night and those two fateful words to say "all suddenly. " yes. all of a sudden, it so often that things happen and it's delicious sweet taste they can hear only the simple rhythmic breathing of the other person. I have been patient often by asking questions. I gritted my teeth and in the darkness I heard. were those two words, spoken ... said to me.

sometimes it hurts to live with too much intensity for a moment. because no time is eternal and the return to reality is destructive. I do not want to return. his eyes were so in love ... I do not care more than anything else, even when the ice around me.

believe that dry tears on the face of a person is the deepest act of love that we can do ... like Veronica, who wiped away the tears of Christ. had a love pure, with whom no one would be able to get in touch.

are Violently Happy.
With Love.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

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Epigraph

We must strictly follow a consistent train of thought, and if a beginning, middle and end of all good, is directed to only one good - a sign of good angel. But if a number of ideas, inspired by an angel, what a wicked thing visible or distracting, or less good than that which the soul first to commit, or if anything weakens the soul, or makes her anxious and depressed, taking away her peace, silence and calm, which she previously had, it is a clear sign of origin of these thoughts from an evil spirit, enemy of our prosperity and eternal salvation.
I. Loyola "Spiritual Exercises", 333


Monday, November 15, 2010

What Is Half Head Of Highlights

destroyed.





IMMACULATE MADE MY DREAM OF SKIN AND BREATH
I've been waiting
SIGNED WITH A HOMEMADE TATTOO, "Happy Birthday"
E 'was built for you.

(can not wait to fall upon the SCAR
(I can not believe you're tearing the heart)

AH, it will take 'a short time, will seem' A CRIME BE DESTROYED.
Let us be blind to the HOPE AND FEAR
HEY BOY TRIES TO BE MORE '
WILD WIND THAT BLOWS UP IN ME make me cry
OF THOSE WHO DO YOU NEED?
WHO AMI?
when destroyed

WORDS Sounds like a deja-vu ',
SWEAR LIKE A RADIO STATION THAT HAS ALREADY' HEARD BEFORE, AND THE THRILL
'SOMETHING REAL, AS THE MAGIC OF YOUR FINGERS DO NOT *

can I keep from falling on SCARS
(I can not believe you're tearing the heart)

LOST IN HEAVEN AGAINST SNOW
TRYING TO AGREE TO BE DESTROYED
HEY BABY Try to be more '
WILD WIND THAT BLOWS UP IN ME make me cry

[Duran Duran 1993]

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

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About Moscow (small essay)




recently caught me four stitches Okudzhava:

Arbat no more: melted like svechenka,
all emerged, though Rechenka, there was only Sretenka.
Oh Sretenka, Sretenka, at least you do not hurry:
it is necessary that at least something is left for the soul!

1989

for the soul ... Twenty years ago in Moscow were streets on which there was no Soviet buildings nor novodela.Idya on the Arbat or Kachalova could stop and think of this capital, as the nearest town. All over. On Sunday, I moved from Perov, where I live, to Tsentru.Snachala Forest Park in Siberia. Its clean guest workers. The roads are clean, hand proteins and tits, families with children. On the other side Terletsky ponds. Snachalya it was removed, cleaned, put the lovely benches. Then came sheds debris and a statue of a peasant in his boots with a bag in the spirit of Tsereteli (a kind of Russian-bureaucratic taste). Then I sat on the tram, drove to the subway. Entered the car. People quite a lot. People dressed darkly, smiles on their faces there. Feels hidden aggression. All stations in this tree decorated in a totalitarian style. Names One to one: "The highway enthusiasts," Aviamotornaya "," Lenin Square "," Marxist. " Transplant reached the Kuznetsk bridge went out. Throughout the dirt, smells of urine. The space around branded the hatred that has always emanated from "the inhabitants of the Lubyanka," or as the recently discovered "new nobility." Next came on Butcher Street. Dirt is not diminished. And while walking-understood. Moscow has become bureaucratic city. It will never be real flowers. In it a powerful care will grow the Nazi gang in her boys, girls and old men who want to tell their truth, be accused of extremism. The city soon will not even corner to relax. With Izmailovo forest will also, as with Khimki. Metropolitan area in which even love is impregnated kazenschinoy, dirt, tobacco, vodka, beer and nationalism.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

What Cause Continious Heatburn

Prix Goncourt

Prix Goncourt ( francs. Prix Goncourt ) - the most prestigious literary prize France for best novel, is named in honor of the brothers Goncourt . Awarded on the basis of voting by members of Goncourt Academy at a special dinner in Paris restaurant "Droit» ( Drouant ). Awarded annually since 1903 . Premium amount is symbolic (currently it is ten euros ), however, tend to award substantially increases sales of the winning novel and the author puts it into the front ranks of French literature.
The Academy Goncourt includes ten most famous writers of France, who receive a nominal fee - 60 francs a year. Each member of the Academy has only one vote and may give him only one book. President of the Academy has two votes.
By statute Goncourt Prize, she may be awarded author only once in a lifetime. The only exception - the writer Romain Gary . The first time he won in 1956 , but 19 years later, the newly awarded Prize named Emile Adjara. Literary hoax Gary was disclosed after award Adjara.
Winners:

1903 - John Antoine But , «hostile force»
1904 - Leon FRAPER , «Nursery»
1905 - Claude Farrer , «Color civilization»
1906 - Jean and Jerome Tarot , «Dingli, an outstanding writer»
1907 - Emil Mozelli , «Distaff ivory»
1908 - Francis Miomandr , «Written on Water
1909 - Marius and Arye Leblond , «France»
1910 - Louis Perga , «From the fox to Margo»
1911 - Alphonse de Chateaubriand , «Monsieur de Lurdin"
1912 - Andre Sauvignon , «Girls Rain»
1913 - Mark Elder , «The people of the sea»
1914 - Prize was not awarded
1915 - Rene Benjamin , «Gaspar»
1916 - Henri Barbusse , «Fire»
1917 - Henri Malherbe , «The flame in my hand»
1918 & mdash ; Georges Duhamel , «Civilization
1919 - Marcel Proust , « Under the canopy of young girls in flower »
1920 - Ernest Peroshon , «Nene»
1921 - Rene Maran , «Batuala»
1922 - Henri Beraud , «Lunar poison»
1923 - Lucien Fabre , «Rabvel, pain or burning»
1924 - Thierry Sandre , « , Honeysuckle, purgatory, chapter XIII »
1925 - Maurice Genevois ,« Rabaul »
1926 - Henri Deberle ,« Heel Phaedra »
1927 - Maurice Bedel "Jerome 60 ° north Latitude »
1928 - Maurice Constantin Weyer ,« Man on his past »
1929 - Marseille Arlan ,« Order »
1930 - Henry Fauconnier , «Malaysia»
1931 - Jean Fayard , «Sick of love»
1932 - Ki Mazelin , «Wolves»
1933 - Andre , «The destiny of man"
1934 - Roger Vercel , «Captain Conan»
1935 - Joseph Peyre , «Blood and Light»
1936 - Maksens van de Meersh , «God's Thumbprint"
1937 - Charles Plisne , «Fake passport»
1938 - Henri Troyat , the novel "Spider»
1939 - Philip Eria , « ; Spoiled Children "
1940 - Francis Ambrier , «Great vacation»
1941 - Henri Pourrat , «The March wind»
1942 - Mark Berrod , « ; like children "
1943 - Marius Gro , «Transition Rights»
1944 - Elsa Triolet , the collection "For damage cloth, a fine 200 francs»
1945 - Jean-Louis Bory , «My German village in times »
1946 - Jean-Jacques Gauthier ,« The Story of Adventure »
1947 - Jean Louis Kyurtis ,« Night of the forest »
1948 - Maurice Druon , «Famous Family»
1949 - Robert Merle , the novel "The weekend at the beach»
1950 - Paul Coghlan , «Wild Game"
1951 - Julien Graco , «Sirte Coast" (from the award declined)
1952 - Beatrice Beck , «Leon Morin, Priest»
1953 - Pierre Gaskarov , «Time of the Dead»
1954 - Simone de Beauvoir , «Mandarin»
1955 - Roger Ikor , «Mixed waters»
1956 & mdash ; Romain Gary , «Roots Sky »
1957 - Roger Vaillant ,« Act »
1958 - Francis Walder ,« Saint-Germain, or Negotiant »
1959 - Andre Schwarz-Bart «Last of the righteous »
1960 - Uinta gory ,« God was born in exile »
1961 - Jean Co. ,« God's madmen »
1962 - Anna Langfyus , «Sandy luggage »
1963 - Arman Lana ,« When the sea recedes »
1964 - Georges Konshon ,« Wild State »
1965 - Jacques Borel , «Adoration"
1966 - Edmond Charles-Roux , «Forget Palermo»
1967 - Andre de Pieyra Mandiart , «Void»
1968 - Bernard Clavel , «Winter Fruit
1969 - Felicien Marceau , «Creasy»
1970 - Michel Tournier , «Erlkönig»
1971 - Jacques Laurent , « Nonsense »
1972 - Jean Quarry , «Hawk from Maya»
1973 - Jacques Shesse , «Ogre»
1974 - Pascal Lance , «Lacemaker»
1975 - Emile Ajar (Romain Gary), "All life ahead »
1976 - Patrick Grenville ,« Burning »
1977 - Didier Descoings ,« John Hell »
1978 - Patrick Modiano , «dark outside shops »
1979 - Antonin Maya ,« Pelagie-Truck »
1980 - Yves Navarre ,« Zoo »
1981 - Lucien BODAR , "Anna Maria»
1982 - Dominique Fernandez , «On the palm of an angel»
1983 - Frederick Tristan , «Lost Souls»
1984 - Marguerite Duras , «The Lover" ;
1985 - Jan Keffelek , «Barbarian Wedding»
1986 - Michelle Ghost , «Night servant»
1987 - Tahar Ben Dzhellun , "Holy Night"
1988 - Eric Orsenna , «Colonial Exhibition»
1989 - Jean Vautrin , «A big step toward good God»
1990 - Jean Rouault , «Fields Fame »
1991 - Pierre Kombesko ,« Daughters of Calvary »
1992 - Patrick Shamuazo ,« Texaco »
1993 - Amin Maalouf , "Rock Taniosa"
1994 - Didier Van Koveler , «The Path to an end»
1995 - Andrew Makin , «French testament»
1996 - Pascal Rose , «Hunter Zero »
1997 - Patrick Rambaud ,« Battle »
1998 - Paul Constant ,« revelation upon revelation »
1999 - Jean Eshnoz "I'm leaving"
2000 - Jean-Jacques Shul , «Ingrid Kaven»
2001 - Jean-Christophe Rufen , «Red Brazil»
2002 - Pascal Kinyara , «Wandering Shadows
2003  — Жан-Пьер Аммет , «Любовница Брехта»
2004  — Лоран Годе , «Солнце Скорта»
2005  — Франсуа Вейерган , «Три дня у моей Mother »
2006 - Jonathan Littel ,« well-intentioned »
2007 - Gilles Leroy ,« Alabama Song »
2008 - Atiq Rahimi , "Sing Sabur. Stone patience »
2009 - Marie Ndiaye ,« Three strong women »
2010 - Michel Houellebecq ,« Map and the Territory »


Monday, November 8, 2010

Soap Notes Examples Occupational Therapy

Singer

NM

She gives us a voice, holding out his hands.
She sings about the happiness and separation.

God, as its natural look.
His sensibility rejects any discord.

Hall passed even her breathing.
How well this understanding.

in the black dress she moves between sounds.
Musicians do not move approaching separation.

woman presenting with pain and healing.
how precious her singing.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

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Alone by Maya Angelou

Alone by Maya Angelou

Lying, thinking,
Last night
How do I find my soul
house where there is water and bread
not become a stone.
I came to one
And it seems that I'm right.
No,
No

can not do it alone.

No,
No

can not do it alone.

A few millionaires.

There is money that can not be used.

Their wives running around in circles, yelling, like a siren.
Their children sing the blues.
They've got expensive doctors,
To cure their hearts of stone.
But no,
No, no

not be able to do it alone.

No,
No

can not do it alone.

Now, if you listen carefully
I say that I know
storm clouds are gathering.
Wind is preparing to strike
race of people are suffering.
And I hear a groan,
Because nobody,
No

not be able to do it alone.

No,
No

can not do it alone.