I had gathered some flowers
To lay upon your face
Though you were not gone
From the realm of the quick
I saw all the rainclouds
Being driven on forward
By horses long numbered
And featureless and free
And i wanted to call you a wife
Though I couldn't stop glancing at the signs
And the four heads of men
And all that they carried
And the four wombs of women
And all that they promised
And I wanted to write for you
Songs poems and bibles
Your face spotted with pearls
And hand-cuffed to Christ
But I couldn't stop watching the signs
I had seen the news
That the Trojan beast
Already and not yet
No longer near
Nor close at hand
Nor at the door
Is finally here
The great in the small
And I couldn't stop watching the signs in the stars
Anigdotas svezus.
Susitinka daugiakalbio kiemo draugai po 40 metu.
Ei, Pietka, laikrasciai rase kad buvai CMO o dabar savo koncerne tapai CEO?
-Ei, Rimka, tu visada buvai man čmo. Jau 40 metu likai CMO uz tai tave toki ir myliu (absikabina dviese)
Iš tikrųjų paveikslo apimties neribojimas tampa problema, nes jei atsimenat, aš irgi buvau pasimovęs ant jos. Bet išmokau ją sutvarkyt, tiesa, reitingo taškus tik sau tegalėjau sutvarkyt, nes narys pats turi išsitrint redaguodamas tuos paveikslus.
Silentist komentarai su be galo dideliais vaizdais laužė tą temą. Komentarus ištryniau (sorry Rimai, bet taip tik galėjau išspręst problemą), tad turėtų veikt. Deja tik tas perdėtai didelis reitingo taškų kiekis pasiliko...