genial american

by Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Zi de refacere…

sunt principalele evenimente de azi…

1. Cine da primul gol pentru Steaua?

2. Cine va produce surpriza la Oscars?

3. Cate puncte va inscrie Ronnie? (Turiaf, that is)

 In spiritul asului de caro va propun sa pronosticati meciurile din etapa a 20-a ( 1 pt gazde, X pentru egal si 2 pentru oaspeti).

In spiritul asului de caro va rog sa pronosticati partidele urmatoare ( 1 pt gazde, X pentru egal si 2 pentru oaspeti)

1. Celtic – Barcelona

2. Lyon-Manchester United

3. Arsenal-Milan

4. Fenerbahce-Sevilla

Premiile sunt variabile dar triple.

De astazi avem din nou meciuri in CL.  In spiritul asului de caro va rog sa pronosticati partidele urmatoare ( 1 pt gazde, X pentru egal si 2 pentru oaspeti)

1. Olympiacos – Chelsea

2. Schalke – Porto

3.  Liverpool-Internazionale

4. Roma-Real Madrid

Premiile sunt variabile dar duble din moment ce Selby n-a fost numit castigator de niciunul dintre dumneavoastra la concursul precedent.

Quarterfinals: (best of 9 frames)

Carter-O’Sullivan

Perry-Murphy

Lee-Hendry

Selby-Higgins

In spiritul asului de CAro organizez un nou concurs cu premii. Vreau sa-mi spuneti campionul iar ca tie-breaker, diferenta de frame-uri la care va invinge. Finala se joaca in formatul best of 17.

Bafta!

Selby n-a fost ales de nimeni asa ca urmatorul premiu va fi dublu 🙂

1
Under the divine canopy of moon flowers,
one pale angel flutters
on the breath of an moth.

2

Three figures
knelt in a field of poppies,
studying a harp-shaped map,
their wings folded like cloth napkins.

3
He abandons the heavens,
seeking the psalms of migrating butterflies
as they transform autumn winds
into whirls of flowering light.

4
An angel and God
are one.
A man and a woman and a prayer
are one
with God.

5
We do not understand their dark red wings,
or the songs that sparkle like mica.We do not know why some are poor girls
or others manifest as orchids.

We do not know that the rainbows
angels toss over their shoulders
are the heavens
sloughing off old skin.

We only know
that their beauty is a language resembling life.

6
The soul drinks from the shadows of rivers
and oceans. It drinks from the idea
of substance.
Yet the soul inhabits its essence
the way electricity dwells in lightning.

7
Why do we look for angels
in golden robes, when the neighbor lady–
in her fluffy bedroom slippers–
offers to bring chicken soup when we’re ill?

8
I know glass spheres, wreaths of roses,
bold sunflowers and women with bright red lips
are all rhythms beyond the ear.
What dreams we inherit
are part of what we know
without knowing.

9
When Lucifer left heaven
God drew a line
He dared us to cross–
from Himself to infinity
which, since He is everywhere,
defined Infinite Circles, edges
of domain
that fractured every wing
and heartbeat in existence.

10
At the sight of angels
gossiping over green hedges,
we cry out for our wounded,
our lost ones. We demand
serious seraphim.

11
I flew over the ocean once,
mistaking the white froth of whales
for an angel’s lace wings.

12
My heart is beating.
An angel must be writing poems.

13
The clock tocked all afternoon.
It was the present.
And it was going to be the present.
The angel sat,
chewing impatiently on a feather.

Nimic de spus doar de auzit…