The cinnamon peeler by Michael Ondaatje

If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.

Your breasts and shoulders would reek
you could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.

Here on the upper thigh
at this smooth pasture
neighbor to your hair
or the crease
that cuts your back. This ankle.
You will be known among strangers
as the cinnamon peeler's wife.

I could hardly glance at you
before marriage
never touch you
-- your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers.
I buried my hands
in saffron, disguised them
over smoking tar,
helped the honey gatherers...

When we swam once
I touched you in water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
You climbed the bank and said

this is how you touch other women
the grasscutter's wife, the lime burner's daughter.
And you searched your arms
for the missing perfume.

and knew

what good is it
to be the lime burner's daughter
left with no trace
as if not spoken to in an act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.


You touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon
peeler's wife. Smell me.

Why keep hitting myself with a hammer?

Because it feels so good when I stop. :)

Good morning, sunshine

Cuz it feels soo good to do something for you and only for you. Someone you just had to get rid of, or something you had to do for a long, long time, something hauling on your shoulders.. And it may suck while your doing it but after it's done.. You could float, that how light you are! And the only thing you could think of is: Why the hell didn't i do it sooner?

Well, that's the curse for us non-selfish people :)
Never again!
:))
Yah, sure.

But today I shout loud & clear: never let someone trample your own interest.


Raise your glasses everyone: this one's for me!

wooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
...
...
aaah


am cascat.

ce bine'afost.

A: "man, we need a word which starts, ends or contains a 'J'"


B: "berry"

Suction power.

Now that was just damn cute.

& wow, hot! Vacuum cleaner sex!

`You ought to be ashamed of yourself,' said Alice, `a great girl like you,' (she might well say this), `to go on crying in this way! Stop this moment, I tell you!' But she went on all the same, shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all round her, about four inches deep and reaching half down the hall.

`I wish I hadn't cried so much!' said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. `I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That WILL be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer today.'

Ce mai fac?

Pai vroiam sa'mi iau inghetata.
Si m'am ridicat.
Si m'am dus la baie.
M'am intors de la baie.
Si nu ma simteam implinita.
Si nu stiam de ce..
Si am stat.
Si m'am gandit...

adrenalina+serotonina+dopamina=love

la inceput a fost cuvantul.

apoi jocul de cuvinte.

Furculision

unde probabil a stat le fund.

Premiere. Intelepciune. si Masina de Spalat.

Mornin'
si salutari din Gura Humorului.

Alaltaieri am vazut 3 din seria "cele mai":
1. cei mai mari sani pe care am avut sansa sa'i admir live. pana mea, erau cat niste pepeni verzi numai ca perfect rotunzi :|

2. cea mai slaba fiinta. toata lumea a vazut poze cu acei copii din somalia.. exact ca aia arata. si nu, nu este vorba de aceeasi persoana la punctele 1. si 2. :D

3. cel mai frumos fund pe care l'am vazut pe un barbat. perfectiunea intruchipata. genul ala de fund de care poti arunca o nicovala si tot ricoseaza perfect inapoi. intr'un cuvant: suculent. un fund care mi'a eclipsat gandurile.
la om as fi mers. i'as fi zambit. i'as fi zis ceva nesemnificativ. dar fundului ce i'as fi putut spune? parea genul de fund care le-a auzit pe toate. Implacabil. Fundul enigmatic care nu este impresionat de nici o privire si pentru care o viata de om ar fi insuficientă ca sa-l intelegi. O piersica de clestar, un fruct al cunoasterii reciproce.
Fundul atemporal, care te face sa uiti cine esti.

si nu ma considerati perversa pentru ca voi nu ati fost acolo.
am avut ocazia sa'l admir de la 22 la 03, cu barmanul atasat de el. pentru ca da: un asemenea fund este trasatura dominanta a oricui, omul e atasat de fund nu fundul de om.
oricum nu tin minte sa fi salivat atat de mult o singura data.

Eh.
Un om foare intelept a spus apoi, la auzirea istorisirii: e trist sa nu poti sa te bucuri de asa ceva macar vizual.
Omul graieste adevarul.

Apoi acelasi om a staruit cateva ore mai tarziu, cand ai meu unchi plecasera la nunta [aici fac o paranteza: eu nu raman niciodata singura acasa seara/noaptea, eram de'a dreptul euforica la ideea de home alone. pe buna dreptate: as umbla numai dezbracata prin casa daca as trai singura :| all shout: freedom!] sa ii trimit poze [evident in stadiul mentionat mai sus].
Intelepciunea are limitele ei temporale :))

Tot alaltaieri ne'am dat in masinariile infernului, prezente aici gratie zilelor Humorului.
Up - Down. Down - Up. Swirl - Turn. Toate alea. Acum stiu cum se simte o soseta in masina de spalat.
Totusi eram foarte stabila pe picioare cand am iesit de acolo, in comparatie cu Irina :)) [spre amuzamentul tatalui ei]. Si ne'am dat noi jos si: "Hai si'n cealalta!"
Si ne'am dat si in ciocane.
Eh, alea erau de acum ca mersul cu autobuzul, puteam sa ne bem si cafeaua, sa jucam si putin Macao :))

fu tare.

Ati avut si portia de mine, va las cu o noua recenta obsesie a mea. Enjoy:

Thou shalt not steal if there is a direct victim
Thou shalt not worship pop idols
Or follow lost prophets
Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, John Hartmond, Desmond Dekker, Jim Morrisson, Jimmy Hendrix or Sid Barrett in vain.

Thou shalt not think any male over the age of 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a peadophile, some people are just nice.

Thou shalt not read NME
Thou shalt not stop liking a band just because they became popular
Thou shalt not question Steven Fry
Thou shalt not judge a book by its cover
Thou shalt not judge lethal weapon by Danny Glover

Thou shalt not buy Coca Cola products
Thou shalt not Nestle products

Thou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriends best friend, take drugs, and then cheat on him
Thou shalt not fall in love so easily

Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls pants…
…use it to get into their heads.

Thou shalt not watch Hollyoaks
Thou shalt not attend an open mic and leave as soon as you’ve done your shitty little poem or song, you self-righteous prick.
Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar, week in, week out Because you once saw a girl there that you fancied; that you’re never gonna fucking talk to.

Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals.
No matter how great they are, or were.

The Beatles were just a band.
Led Zeppelin , just a band.
The Beach Boys , just a band..
The Sex Pistols , just a band.
The Clash , just a band.
Crass , just a band.
Minor Threat , just a band.
The Cure , just a band.
The Smiths , just a band.
Nirvana , just a band.
The Pixies, just a band.
Oasis , just a band.
Radiohead , just a band.
Bloc Party , just a band.
The Arctic Monkeys, just a band.
“The next big thing”, just a band.

Thou shalt not give bad word to tragedies that occur in non-english speaking countries as to those in english speaking countries.

Thou shalt remember that guns, bitches and bling were never part of the 4 elements and never will be.

Thou shalt not make repetitive, generic music x4

Thou shalt not Pimp My Ride.
Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster.
Thou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness.
Thou shalt not make some noise for Detroit.
When i say “Hey”, thou shalt not say “Ho”
When i say “Hip”, thou shalt not say “Hop”
When i say, he say, she say, we say; “Make some noise.”, kill me.

“Ah, I’ve forgot were i was, hang on…”

Thou shalt not quote me happy.
Thou shalt not shake it like a polaroid picture.
Thou shalt not wish your girlfriend was a freak, like me.
Thou shalt spell the word “Pheonix”
P-H-E-O-N-I-X.
Not, P-H-O-E-N-I-X, regardless of what the Oxford English Dictionary tells you.

Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Brad at a club last night by saying; “Izziiit”

Thou shalt think for yourselves.

And thou shalt always, thou shalt always, kill.

cum sa te indragostesti in 3 pasi simpli:

1. gaseste un necunoscut/o necunoscuta

2. timp de jumatate de ora impartasiti detalii intime despre vietile voastre personale

3. apoi priviti-va intens 4 minute in tacere .

renumitul psiholog din york, prof. arthur arun, a studiat experimentul pe pacientii sai. cele mai multe cupluri au devenit foarte intime dupa cele 34 de minute. 2 dintre cupluri s-au casatorit mai tarziu.

there is no reciprocity: men love women, women love children, children love hamsters.

A guy suspected that his wife was cheating on him, so he hired a Chinese detective…the cheapest one he could find.
This is his report…

Most honorable sir!

You leave house. I watch house. He come house. I watch. He and she leave house.
I follow. He and she go hotel. I climb tree. I look window.
He kiss she. She kiss he. He strip she. She strip he. He play with she. She play with he.
I play with me. I fall off tree. I no see.

No fee,
Cheng Lee

Nobel

"vrei un Nobel?"
"nu mersi, nu fumez."

Charlie the Unicorn

Truth is I've never seen unicorns high before [cadou pentru cine ghiceste cu ce].



Shuuuun the non-believer! Shuuuunn.....

Who put the goat in there?

La 12 noaptea era foarte funny :))

You know the hole to put it!

si dupa ce te-ai uitat indeajuns de mult pe geam, incepi sa vezi geamul.



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