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A quiet life
A country life
Where the grass sways in the breeze
And the hues of green signify the beginning of balmy nights
A far cry from the city
Gone are the endless vibrant lights
Gone are the 2 a.m. trips across town just because they make the best doughnuts
In this place of air almost too clean to breathe
They stroll
A traffic jam is four cars at a stop sign
Battling rules of the road with polite hat tips of "you go first"
Fast feet and hot dog carts
Italian ices on every corner
Fifty-six blocks to a destination
A world of choices
A billion footprints at a time
Stoplight crowds of sneakers and pantyhose
Everyone is invisible and naked at once
The green haired freak and the business man
The limos and the gypsy cabs
The excitement only felt in a world of possibilities
The difference between pick up trucks and bike messengers
A hundred miles for supplies
Or fifty-six blocks of everything under the sun
Soot filled pores and too much traffic
Street sounds to sleep by and a world of opportunities
Crickets and junebugs
The world closes at eight
Nightlife turns into Wal-Mart and Taco Bell
The slow pace of growing grass
The warmth of a winterless Summer
Wishing for a trip across town at 2 a.m. just because they make the best doughnuts

4/25/15

in the tunnel at the end of the day

The dark hole that pours out people
Like a gravity defying waterfall
Had a heartbeat that day
Barely audible on the surface
Fighting rush hour traffic to get in
Where the world was getting out
Lured deeper underground
By the echo of a soul
Walking past the platform
Drawn to the rhythm
Like only those whose minds hear in color can be
It grew louder, defiant
Begging to be heard over the stomping herd of human cattle
Yet, whispering its song through the veins of all who cared to listen
Against the wall
Out of the way, almost unseen
There on a milk crate
With a bucket and a stick
Sat a boy with worn out sneakers
The deep sound of air caught in a drum
The high pitch of a stick on the edge
The melodious rise and fall
Of fingers and palms on the smooth surface
Garbage, an old used five gallon bucket
A twig and broken milk crate
Still, in this tunnel sat a boy
Whose heartbeat echoed in the corridor
The only time I ever gladly missed a train

4/25/15

in the tunnel at the end of the day

If a Kiss Is Just a Kiss, You're Doing It Wrong

There in the closeness
A hairs breadth away seems a million light-years
The sweetest air fills lungs in hurried breaths
A quickened heartbeat drowns out the world
The mind twists and sways in thoughts that soon become a blur
Melded into emotion, into heat
And time stands still

Drawn like magnets to fill the gap
That electric blue spark lingers behind a gaze
Current runs high
Feeling the blood rushing through the smallest veins
Every cell electrified, every hair on end
The weakening of unwanted defenses
That moment the body and soul acquiesce
And time stands still

In the stroke of a cheek
The almost intangible sensation of gliding on smoke
Rising as the embers burn from within
And each breath fans the flames
Proximity feeds passion
As time stands still

The past, erased methodically, deliberately
For there is only this
This birthing of eternity
This moment when the tentative brushing of lips
Burns into soulful coalescence
This one reality
This moment
When time stands still

If a Kiss Is Just a Kiss, You're Doing It Wrong

Here is the recipe for Ed and Thom"s famous crêpes/creeps. Highly digestible, quick and easy to make, they won't stick to the pan and may be used exactly like traditional wheat pancakes. Try some ratatouille fillings with it, it's delicious!

Ingredients

Makes 12-18 pancakes:

2 cups (500 ml) oats milk, rice milk or almond milk
9 oz (250 g) rice flour
3 eggs
2 tablespoons vegetable oil

Instructions

Mix all ingredients together until it forms a smooth batter without lumps.¹

Leave to rest in a cool place for 30 minutes then cook like ordinary pancakes.²

Ey@el

Endnotes

1. ^ If you wish to use sweetened fillings, you may add some (natural) orange flower/vanilla extracts or rum to flavour your pancake batter.
2. ^ While Radiohead use guitars, it is best to use a frying pan as it requires great skills to get the crepes off, striking hard on the guitar strings after each verse (roughly what it takes to cook them).

© La Pensine mutine

Disponible en français ICI

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-32461019

And if you fall in love with me

Taken from http://lyricstranslate.com/en/je%C5%BCeli-mnie-pokochasz-and-if-you-fall-love-me.html#ixzz3Xi5yhFyv

Oleg Pogudin - Cossack Lullaby (Казачья колыбельная песня)

Sleep my sweet darling; oh my little angel,
I will watch over you
like the silver moon that peers into your cradle
and tell tales to
you-oo-oo-oo;
pretty tales to you.

When you are older; you will be a soldier
with a horse and gun
and then I will make a pretty saddle for you
make it just for
you-oo-oo-oo;
make it just for you.

You’ll be a hero; a great Cossack horseman
then you will ride away
how many tears will I weep as you are leaving
weep them all for
you-oo-oo-oo;
weep them all for you.

I’ll die of longing; impatiently waiting;
praying night and day;
fearing what troubles and terrors may befall you.
So afraid for
you-oo-oo-oo;
so afraid for you.

Please take this icon; a holy symbol
Put it in front of you
And, whenever your life’s put in danger,
I’ll be there with
you-oo-oo-oo.
I’ll be there with you.

Note- Some versions are longer than this but it’s based on a translation I read and what I tried to do was to make the translation fit the music.

Oleg Kosak^

 ED O' BRIEN  BIRTHDAY  TODAY 15TH!  CHEERS! HAPPINESS ED!

HOPE YOU HAVE A FABULOUS, MAGICAL DAY amazing ED!

GOD BLESS YOU!

ALL THE BEST,

natercia (Planet Ed O' Brien)

This evening my wife noticed a man sitting on the little retaining wall next to our cars. Once we finished dinner we noticed he was still there, and our neighbors asked if we knew who he was. Our neighbors had noticed him wandering around the lot earlier in the evening. I went outside to go get the mail, smiled and said hello to him as I walked past. The man smiled and waved back. I asked him if I could help him, he just seemed out of place, and it was beginning to get dark. He responded as best he could by saying hello and that he was happy. I took a guess and asked if he spoke arabic, he immediately responded that he spoke Farsi and that he was Iranian. Fortunately I know an Iranian pastor, I gestured for the man to stay there and went to go see if I could get the pastor to translate. I was almost certain that the man was lost.

I can't imagine being lost where I don't speak the language, sitting on steps as the sun is going down. Fortunately we where abled to get the Iranian pastor on the phone to help us communicate. The pastor knew the man and his family, the man has lost his way before, and the pastor has found him wandering around the church. We were able to contact the mans daughter and arrange for her to come pick him up. In the meantime we invited the man into our home and spent some awkward time looking up phonetic spellings of farsi words to try and communicate in a very rudimentary way. I'm glad we were able to help get this man back to his family.