Jõulud nii ja naa
Nüüd peab armas ja hea olema vähemalt kuni jõuludeni ja siis kuni uue aastani. Peale uue aasta lubaduste lubamist sealt edasi... päkapikud käivad! Roosad, Moschino kinnaste ja Bossi saabastega. Üle õla on neil LV kott.
Haha. Tegelikult on nad ikka klassikalised, punase kostüümi ja valgete äärtega. Kotis lihtsalt üks väike soks. Uue aasta lubadused ununevad 1.jaanuari pärastlõunaks kui kõik on ennast välja maganud nii või teisiti.
Bling-bling.
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Annelis, muide "kuurort" Benidorm ei jätnud külmaks kuulsaid inglise luuletajaid Hughes`i ja Plath`i.
Ma pean sulle seda katkendit näitama-puhtalt ajaloolise fakti kinnitamiseks.
Benidorm-----oooo urgas!Et sinna ei satuks mu jalg.....!!!!
"They decided to get married, but secretly, so that it would not jeopardize Sylvia's academic career or fellowship grant. So on June 16, 1956 while her mother was visiting, Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes were married in the Church of Saint George the Martyr in London. Sylvia wore a pink suit and held a pink rose which Ted had given her. The newlyweds spent time that summer in Paris, Madrid and BENIDORM, Spain on the coast, where "every evening at dusk the lights of the sardine boats dip and shine out at sea like floating stars." They spent their days writing, studying, swimming and enjoying the quiet town. Some of the poems Sylvia wrote during this newlywed summer of writing include "Fiesta Melons", "Alicante Lullaby", "The Goring", "The Beggars", "Spider", "Rhyme", "Dream With Clam Diggers", and "Epitaph For Fire And Flower". There was one alleged episode which darkened the otherwise idyllic days of their summer. Years later Sylvia told a friend that one afternoon as they sat on a hill Ted was overcome by such rage that he started choking her, and she resigned herself to die. The episode made her question her somewhat hasty decision to marry him."
Ja siit tuleb sulle Alicante luuletus.Vabandan, et reostan su küberruumi---ma ei taha oma avastust endale ka hoida.;)
aasta lõpus on hea meelde tuletada korraks..
Sylvia Plathi luuletus, jee
Alicante Lullaby
In Alicante they bowl the barrels
Bumblingly over the nubs of the cobbles
Past the yellow-paella eateries,
Below the ramshackle back-alley balconies,
While the cocks and hens
In the roofgardens
Scuttle repose with crowns and cackles.
Kumquat-colored trolleys ding as they trundle
Passengers under an indigo fizzle
Needling spumily down from the wires:
Alongside the sibliant narhor the lovers
Hear loudspeakers boom
From each neon-lit palm
Rumbas and sambas no ear-flaps can muffle.
O Cacophony, goddess of jazz and of quarrels,
Crack-throated mistress of bagpipes and cymbals,
Let be your con brios, your capricciosos,
Crescendos, cadenzas, prestos and pretissimos,
My head on the pillow
(Piano, pianissimo)
Lullayed by susurrous lyres and viols.
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