Tell me right after snowfall —
Are we alive or have we been buried?
No, be silent for a while, I need not only words
on earth, in heaven, or in the grave.
The Lord did not grant me a roseate sea,
nor strength to get even with my enemies,
but the ability to weep from another's sorrow,
loving, to smile at another's happiness....
Damp soldiers throw snowballs,
they are alone, alone in the whole world...
How pure is the snow, like angels — wingéd,
guilty of nothing, like children.
Boris Ryzhy - Tell me right after snowfall
Are we alive or have we been buried?
No, be silent for a while, I need not only words
on earth, in heaven, or in the grave.
The Lord did not grant me a roseate sea,
nor strength to get even with my enemies,
but the ability to weep from another's sorrow,
loving, to smile at another's happiness....
Damp soldiers throw snowballs,
they are alone, alone in the whole world...
How pure is the snow, like angels — wingéd,
guilty of nothing, like children.
Boris Ryzhy - Tell me right after snowfall
A picture is worth a thousand words,
but not all of them are happy.
To see unhappy is to think unhappy
leading to a day of stress.
A stressful day
jumbles your mind
twists your stomach
and clenches your hands.
A stressful day
is how to create
a thousand problems.
There is no better way that i can think of
to dump of all the stress
than to rid of the problem
with a cigarette.
As it pulls from your lips
and slips from your fingers
and falls to the ground,
take a deep breath,
in and out,
to release the stress
and your problems.
Look at the stub
small, white, and burnt,
laying at your toes.
Now smile and
relax your hands.
A thousand words
and a thousand problems
have now been left
as a conflict to deal with
for the cigarette.
Hannah - A cigarette for thousand problems
but not all of them are happy.
To see unhappy is to think unhappy
leading to a day of stress.
A stressful day
jumbles your mind
twists your stomach
and clenches your hands.
A stressful day
is how to create
a thousand problems.
There is no better way that i can think of
to dump of all the stress
than to rid of the problem
with a cigarette.
As it pulls from your lips
and slips from your fingers
and falls to the ground,
take a deep breath,
in and out,
to release the stress
and your problems.
Look at the stub
small, white, and burnt,
laying at your toes.
Now smile and
relax your hands.
A thousand words
and a thousand problems
have now been left
as a conflict to deal with
for the cigarette.
Hannah - A cigarette for thousand problems
We wait and think and doubt and hate. How does it make you feel? The overwhelming feeling is rage. We hate ourself for being unable to be other than what we are. Unable to be better. We feel rage. The feelings must be followed. It doesn't matter whether you're an ideologue or a sensualist, you follow the stimuli thinking that they're your signposts to the promised land. But they are nothing of the kind. What they are is rocks to navigate the past, each on your brush against, ripping you a little more open and they are always more on the horizon. But you can't face up to the that, so you force yourself to believe the bullshit of those you instinctively know are liars and you repeat those lies to yourself and to others, hoping that by repeating them often and fervently enough you'll attain the godlike status we accord those who tell the lies most frequently and most passionately. But you never do, and even if you could, you wouldn't value it, you'd realise that nobody believes in heroes any more. We know that they only want to sell us something we don't really want and keep from us what we really do need. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe we're getting in touch with our condition at last. It's horrible how we always die alone, but no worse than living alone.
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On 13 March 1974, a drunken Sam Peckinpah caused a commotion during the American Film Institute’s celebration of James Cagney, when he began heckling Jack Lemmon. Peckinpah later got into a fight with a bartender at the event and had to be physically removed from the proceedings.
According to friend Kris Kristofferson, Peckinpah had been sober until the day before the AFI event, but began drinking and Kristofferson begged him to “pace himself.”
On 13 March 1974, a drunken Sam Peckinpah caused a commotion during the American Film Institute’s celebration of James Cagney, when he began heckling Jack Lemmon. Peckinpah later got into a fight with a bartender at the event and had to be physically removed from the proceedings.
According to friend Kris Kristofferson, Peckinpah had been sober until the day before the AFI event, but began drinking and Kristofferson begged him to “pace himself.”
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🇮🇹 The Italian airforce gives a big emotional lift to their nation with Pavarotti singing Nessun Dorma (let no one sleep) and where lyrics say venceremos (we will overcome). They have their planes dramatically facing and overpowering the single plane (virus) with their National Flag! @COVID19Up