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"I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity"

Edgar Allan Poe


"Be the change you want to see in the world"

Gandi

να μην φοβασαι την μιζερια αλλα την πεινα (την πεινα την αποκαλουν διαφορετικα ο θεριστης)

μια γυναικα ειναι μονο μια γυναικα αλλα ενα καλο πουρο ειναι ενας καπνος

το παραπανω ειναι απο ενα ποιημα του κιπλινγκ

Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout,
For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I are out.

We quarrelled about Havanas -- we fought o'er a good cheroot,
And I knew she is exacting, and she says I am a brute.

Open the old cigar-box -- let me consider a space;
In the soft blue veil of the vapour musing on Maggie's face.

Maggie is pretty to look at -- Maggie's a loving lass,
But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must pass.

There's peace in a Larranaga, there's calm in a Henry Clay;
But the best cigar in an hour is finished and thrown away --

Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe and brown --
But I could not throw away Maggie for fear o' the talk o' the town!

Maggie, my wife at fifty -- grey and dour and old --
With never another Maggie to purchase for love or gold!

And the light of Days that have Been the dark of the Days that Are,
And Love's torch stinking and stale, like the butt of a dead cigar --

The butt of a dead cigar you are bound to keep in your pocket --
With never a new one to light tho' it's charred and black to the socket!

Open the old cigar-box -- let me consider a while.
Here is a mild Manila -- there is a wifely smile.

Which is the better portion -- bondage bought with a ring,
Or a harem of dusky beauties, fifty tied in a string?

Counsellors cunning and silent -- comforters true and tried,
And never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride?

Thought in the early morning, solace in time of woes,
Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close,

This will the fifty give me, asking nought in return,
With only a Suttee's passion -- to do their duty and burn.

This will the fifty give me. When they are spent and dead,
Five times other fifties shall be my servants instead.

The furrows of far-off Java, the isles of the Spanish Main,
When they hear my harem is empty will send me my brides again.

I will take no heed to their raiment, nor food for their mouths withal,
So long as the gulls are nesting, so long as the showers fall.

I will scent 'em with best vanilla, with tea will I temper their hides,
And the Moor and the Mormon shall envy who read of the tale of my brides.

For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between
The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick o' Teen.

And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear,
But I have been Priest of Cabanas a matter of seven year;

And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cheery light
Of stums that I burned to Friendship and Pleasure and Work and Fight.

And I turn my eyes to the future that Maggie and I must prove,
But the only light on the marshes is the Will-o'-the-Wisp of Love.

Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the mire?
Since a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire?

Open the old cigar-box -- let me consider anew --
Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you?

A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke;
And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke.

Light me another Cuba -- I hold to my first-sworn vows.
If Maggie will have no rival, I'll have no Maggie for Spouse!

-εσυ σασα θα μπορουσες να αγαπησεις μια *******, ελα τωρα εσυ που εισαι μια αρσενικη *******
-οχι ποτε

απο τη ταινια "στην ακρη της πολης" 1998

"μια μερα θα μεγαλωσουμε και θα θελουμε να πεταξουν την σταχτη μας απο το αεροπλανο πανω απο τη θαλασσα"

"εχω ενα φιλο, ειναι τοσο μικρος κι ομως με καθαριζει για την πλακα του κατω στην πολη"

δεν ξερω αν ειναι σοφος λογος αλλα ο προεδρος της Αμερικης ειπε καποτε "το μονο που εχουμε να φοβηθουμε ειναι ο φοβος"

ισως ο ερωτας να ειναι η αιτια ολων των κακων

"μην ανησυχεις. τι κι αν εχουν ολα τελειωσει απο λιγο. μην ανησυχεις. θα επιπλευσεις."

"τρελα ειναι η ανικανοτητα μας να μεταδωσουμε τις ιδεες μας στους αλλους"

P. Coelho

ΕΓΡΑΨΕ

"ζωη ειναι να μπορεις να παιζεις με το φαγητο"

bart simpson

ολοι οι αθλητες εχουν εναν στοχο στο μυαλο τους. την νικη.

ναι αλλα...=οχι
οχι αλλα...=ναι..

Κάγκελα

Κύριε Διευθυντά,

Κανονικά, την κυρία Μέρκελ έπρεπε να τη δει ο κ. Αβραμόπουλος
– με τις επιδόσεις του στα αθηναϊκά πεζοδρόμια,
έχει κατακτήσει τον τίτλο του αρχικαγκελαρίου!

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