spleen έγραψε:

χαχαχαχαχαχα, γιατί´? νόμιζες ότι είσαι ο μόνος? ένας φίλος μου λέει:

\"από λεφτά έχω ξεμείνει, από φίλους έχω ξεμείνει, από δουλειά έχω ξεμείνει, από γκόμενο έχω ξεμείνει, από τσιγάρα έχω ξεμείνει, ΑΠΟ ΤΡΕΛΟ ΔΕΝ ΕΧΩ ΞΕΜΕΙΝΕΙ ΠΟΤΕ .........

χεχε<br><br>Το μήνυμα διορθώθηκε από τον/την: MeLiTzaNio, στις: 06/12/2007 20:18

MeLiTzaNio έγραψε:

marina_m έγραψε:
Πού το περίεργο???

Ophelia έγραψε:Με αφορμή αυτό ήθελα να ποστάρω ένα τετράστιχο από το If του Rudyard Kipling..¸να ποίημα που -για μένα- λέει πολλά...

Δεν με ενδιαφέρει αν βγαίνω off-topic ( ) αλλά το παραθέτω όλο γιατί πιστεύω ότι αξίζει..

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: \"Hold on!\"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!


--Rudyard Kipling

ΑΦΟΥ ΞΕΚΙΝΗΣΕ Ο ΦΙΛΤΑΤΟΣ ΝΑ ΓΡΑΦΕΙ ΣΤΙΧΑΚΙΑ ΣΤΟ ΘΕΜΑ ΤΟΥΤΟ ΟΦΕΙΛΩ ΝΑ ΓΡΑΨΩ ΚΑΙ ΕΓΩ ΕΝΑ ΣΧΕΤΙΚΟ...(Η' ΕΤΣΙ ΤΟ ΘΕΩΡΩ)...

NO LIFE WITHOUT A FALL...NOW THE WIND HAS SWEPT US ALL...
DOWN TO THIS MISSION WALL...
AND LOVE..THE LOVE WE PRAY TO KEEP...HAS BURIED US SO DEEP...
AND ME SINGING THE SAME SAD SONGS...

(SALT, MADRUGADA)

spleen έγραψε:

όχι και φίλος