Sunday, August 23, 2009
Berghain/Panoramabar(Ostgut)
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Scorpio
Monday, August 17, 2009
Dey deley deley deley ...
Lyrics are from Hafiz a Persian mystic and poet:
Don’t let your hair with the wind blow,Else to the wind, caution I’ll throw.Don’t let foundations elegantly grow,Else my foundation will dissolve and go.Choose where you bestow thy grace,Else I’ll wallow in disgrace.When you are present in every place,Every place, my protests will face.The locks of your hair are curled like a chain,Enslaved to those locks, in chain I remain.When with your curls you entertain,Your curls will only drive me insane.Strangers do not befriend,Else I might be lost in the trend.Let not my rivals on you depend,This makes me sad, and will offend.Let your face color, your cheeks blush,Your beauty, the rose bud, aside brush;Let your stature rise up tall and lush,And the tallest cedars simply crush.Don’t become every room’s candle flame,Else my flames of jealousy can’t tame.Don’t treat every people the same,So that you may not forget my name.Don’t become known to all in this town,Else I’ll find the ocean, myself drown.Don’t keep me distant with your frown,Else I’ll tear to threads my shirt and gown.Have mercy upon me and compassion,Else hear the infamy of my passion.Hafiz will embrace your oppression,Was freed since enslaved in this fashion.Don’t let your hair with the wind blow,Else to the wind, caution I’ll throw.Don’t let foundations elegantly grow,Else my foundation will dissolve and go.Choose where you bestow thy grace,Else I’ll wallow in disgrace.When you are present in every place,Every place, my protests will face.The locks of your hair are curled like a chain,Enslaved to those locks, in chain I remain.When with your curls you entertain,Your curls will only drive me insane.Strangers do not befriend,Else I might be lost in the trend.Let not my rivals on you depend,This makes me sad, and will offend.Let your face color, your cheeks blush,Your beauty, the rose bud, aside brush;Let your stature rise up tall and lush,And the tallest cedars simply crush.Don’t become every room’s candle flame,Else my flames of jealousy can’t tame.Don’t treat every people the same,So that you may not forget my name.Don’t become known to all in this town,Else I’ll find the ocean, myself drown.Don’t keep me distant with your frown,Else I’ll tear to threads my shirt and gown.Have mercy upon me and compassion,Else hear the infamy of my passion.Hafiz will embrace your oppression,Was freed since enslaved in this fashion.
Picture from http://www.elegantbay.com/iran/maleki/iman.htm
Sunday, August 16, 2009
A picture from Bard Pit and me
Friday, August 14, 2009
The luckiest guy in the world, Brad Pitt has it all. Super star in the movies, world's most beautiful & sexy wife, a bunch of kids, rich, houses all over, and motorcycles! Lots of them! Wherever he goes, he can be seen riding a motorcycle. He's not a proud or loyal rider; anything on two wheels will do him. It doesn't have too cost a fortune, or look good, as long as it rides... He recently added this motorcycle to his collection. It's orange, but not a KTM....
And the the writer put some photo from him you can easily find under:
http://news.motorbiker.org/blogs.nsf/dx/brad-pitts-new-shiny-orange-motorcycle.htm
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Quoted from ideas come from yesterday
Yes, I can see it, I can feel it not beside me but close to me, he is looking at me and just looking and looking...no more talking and even o changes in face. He is especial. I don't want o miss him, he is clean, clear like water and strong like mountain. He is so logical and I strong...I am mad of his strength. If someday I don't feel him close to me, I will be drawn. I love him...
Love
