Saturday, May 27, 2017
Friday, May 26, 2017
Friday is Skyday
Thoughts are free, who can guess them? They fly by like nocturnal shadows. No man can know them, no hunter can shoot them with powder and lead: Thoughts are free! I think what I want, and what delights me, still always reticent, and as it is suitable. My wish and desire, no one can deny me and so it will always be: Thoughts are free! And if I am thrown into the darkest dungeon, all these are futile works, because my thoughts tear all gates and walls apart: Thoughts are free! So I will renounce my sorrows forever, and never again will torture myself with whimsies. In one's heart, one can always laugh and joke and think at the same time: Thoughts are free! I love wine, and my girl even more, Only her I like best of all. I'm not alone with my glass of wine, my girl is with me: Thoughts are free! |
Labels:
Chimneys,
Friday is Skyday,
Music,
photography,
Poetry
Thursday, May 25, 2017
Laughing Lhursday*
George Carlin
* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
Monday, May 22, 2017
Sunday, May 21, 2017
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)