Hi Guys,
* Abdominal muscle training: an absolute must! Do 3 sets of 20 exercises every day: normal and oblique abdominals sessions. Are you tired of the traditional abdominals sessions? Try the kinesis wall in the gym, join a "abdo" grouplesson or use the powerplate for quick results.Земфира Талгатовна Рамазанова (Zemfira Talgatovna Ramazanova) was born on the 26th August 1976 in Ufa (south of Ekaterinburg). She is the leader and lead vocalist of the Russian band "Земфира" (Zemfira). The group was formed in 1998 and has been immensely popular in Russia and other former Soviet republics. Multiple Russian tabloids had speculated about the singer’s sexual orientation, drawing largely on references found in her song lyrics, and for the last couple of years romantically linking her with actress, director and screenwriter Renata Litvinova. The singer herself never discussed her private life.
Lyrics:
Я сняла наушники слушала ветер
В открытые двери пустой маршрутки
Ветер рассказал мне о страшном секрете:
Нам остаются последние сутки
А у тебя СПИД
И значит мы умрём
У тебя СПИД
И значит мы умрём.
Но у тебя СПИД
И значит мы умрём.
Но у тебя: И значит мы:
Будем глотать в больнице лекарства
Не думать про завтра не включать телевизор
На карте искать тридесятое царство
А вдруг повезёт и достанутся визы
Но у тебя СПИД
И значит мы умрём
У тебя СПИД
И значит мы умрём
А у тебя СПИД
И значит мы умрём
А у тебя: И значит мы:
Не рассчитались с долгами свинтили
До скорого мамы ключи у соседки
Я дула на веки пока не остыли
И плакали ивы, и ставили метки
Не видел ленивый в газете заметки
Что
А у тебя СПИД
И мы далеко
Но у тебя СПИД
И мы далеко
Но у тебя СПИД
И мы далеко.
Но у тебя: И значит мы:
Translation:
I took off the headphones
Was listening to the wind
In the open doors
Of an empty shuttle van
The wind told me a terrifying secret:
We only have the last twenty-four hours
And you have AIDS
And that means we will die
You have AIDS
And that means we will die
But you have AIDS
And that means we will die
But you have…And that means we…
We will swallow
Medications in the hospital
We will not think about tomorrow
We will not turn on the television
We will search for the fairytale kingdom on the map
In case we are lucky and can get visas
But you have AIDS
And that means we will die
You have AIDS
And that means we will die
But you have AIDS
And that means we will die
But you have…And that means we…
We couldn't return the loans
And left
See you later, mothers
The neighbors have the keys
I was blowing on the eyelids while they were still warm
And the willows were weeping, and were leaving the marks
Only the lazy did not see the article in the paper
That
You have AIDS
And we are far away
But you have AIDS
And we are far away
But you have AIDS
And we are far away
But you have…And that means we…
http://www.zemfira.ru/
MOSCOW - The murderer of Russian journalist Anna Politkovskaya is hidden somewhere in Western Europe according to the chairman of the inquiry commission of the Russian prosecutor, Alexander Bastrykin. A Russian radio station believes that the murderer is hiding in Belgium. According to the press agency Interfax, the Russian prosecutor requested judicial assistance from various Western European countries, including Belgium.
I just had an awful evening/night today! Anxiety attacks and tearful episodes were circling around my ears like a female mosquito in search of blood.
As you may or may not know I am a great poetry enthusiast and I'd like to share this passion with you. The first poet in my private collection is the Welsh Romantic poet, Dylan Thomas.
Thomas was born in 1914 in Swansea and died at a very young age in New York, in 1953 from the causes of excessive drinking. Thomas liked to boast about his drinking, famously saying: "An alcoholic is someone you don't like, who drinks as much as you do."
He was married to an Irish dancer, named Caitlin MacNamara. Together they had 3 children: 2 sons and a daughter. Their marriage was tempestuous to say the least, with rumours of affairs on both sides.
His best known works include "Under Milk Wood" and "Do not go gentle into that good night", a poem written in 1951 about his dying father. It's the latter poem I've selected to share with you all. I hold it very close to my heart because of the untimely death of my own father who raged, raged against the dying of the light but in the end knew that the dark was right.
Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
A reading of the poem: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377
A small analysis of the poem:
Thomas watched his father grow weak and frail with old age. Dylan in his poem tries to convince his father to fight against imminent death. He addresses his father using wise men, good men, wild men, and grave, or serious, somber men as examples to illustrate that no matter how they have lived their lives or what they feel at the end they should die fighting. However, we are subtly reminded throughout the poem that their rage eventually will be futile in the face of death.
It is one of Dylan Thomas' most popular and most easily accessible poems. It implies that one should not die without fighting for one's life.
Take care,
Michel
"What can we expect from this blogging dragon next to the usual fire and brimstone" I hear your mind inquire. Well... anything and everything that fires up the old neurons, that reaches those parts other bloggers do not reach and that touches the heart like a poor orphaned wide-eyed fluffy little bunnyrabbit in need of love.
Take care,
Michel
