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July 7, 2005
What makes Leo's Life? Leo's life unfolds like a precious rose bud at the gaze of a loving eye, at the breath or a sweet voice of a loving friend, at a gentle hug or a caring caress of a dear one. His eyes twinkle with awe and gratitude, his heart awakens thru the brooding cold shrouds. The brilliant mind of a man, the Giant of Heart , The sensitivity of a new born, Nature's apreciator of Ansel Adams, Loyalty of a Romantic Knight, he mostly hoods himself by a winter cloak. Who is that guy?
A most talented photographer, artistic designer and most beloved praiser of True sharing of one's Love and talents. How do we miss him beneath the gentle sometimes shy demeanor, behind the most clever and witty humor, or continuous and everlasting feats of friendship and ofers of help?
Why does he live quietly, in his observation of colors of life, poetry of sadness and desire and nostalgia for Eden before the Fall?Why does he bury himself in his numerous amazing works of art-his photographs, or the library of books that spans the whole existence of mankind in its essence and search for truth?
my oldest friend on the planet, i KNOW HIM since his birth. We palyed indians when he was 3 and me 5, he has been my brother and guide for many years now. His wisdom and patience have settled my once tormented and thunderous heart many a season. His faithful hand has helped me with many a task and his trusty spirit rescued me from places at any time of day. One of a few people I could count on at any time for any occasion. He has been at my side at most significant events of my life-love, breakups and marriage, showering me with appreciation support and amazing photo memories.
Any mood I'm in I know he will understand and will let me totally relax.
Always so willing to go the extra mile for me.
So with handsomness of Apollo, poetry of Shakespear and sweetness of Honey, why does he sulk and gloom? His heart is so big and full of love that the real world cannot see it. ..at times. He blooms, women, when he feels wanted and cherished;when he is heard and attended to ...for he always showers you with all romance and attention of his artist's loving eye.
I love you
Je t'aime
Я тебя люблю
...
Afrikaans : Ek is lief vir jou
Ek het jou lief
Albanian : Te dua
Amharic : Afekrishalehou
Arabic : Ana Behibak (to a male)
Ana Behibek (to a female)
Basc : Nere Maitea
Bavarian : I mog di narrisch gern
Bengali : Ami tomAy bhAlobAshi
Berber : Lakh tirikh
Bicol : Namumutan ta ka
Bulgarian : Obicham te
Cambodian : kh_nhaum soro_lahn nhee_ah
Bon sro lanh oon
Cantonese : Ngo oi ney
Catalan : T'estim (mallorcan)
T'estime (valencian)
T'estimo (catalonian)
T'estim molt (I love you a lot)
Chinese : Wo ie ni (Manderin, Cantonese)
Croatian : Volim te (most common), or
Ja te volim (less common)
Czech : miluji te
Danish : Jeg elsker dig
Dutch : Ik hou van jou
Estonian : Mina armastan sind
Esperanto : Mi amas vin
Persian (Farsi) : Tora dust midaram
Flemish : Ik zie oe geerne
Finnish : Mina" rakastan sinua
French : Je t'aime
Friesian : Ik bin fereale op dy
Ik ha^ld fan dy (Most commonly used phrase) (the ^ is above the a)
Gaelic : Ta gra agam ort
German : Ich liebe Dich
I mog Di ganz arg! (Suebian: South German dialekt.)
Greek : S' ayapo
Gujarati
(a dialect of India) "Tane Prem Karoo Choo"
Hausa : Ina sonki
Hebrew : aNEE oHEIVET oTKHA (female to male)
aNEE oHEIV otAKH (male to female)
Ani ohev at (man to woman)
Ani ohevet atah (woman to man)
Hindi: Mein Tumse Pyar Karta Hoon
Hokkien : Wa ai lu
Hopi : Nu' umi unangwa'ta
Hungarian : Szeretlek te'ged
Icelandic : ?g elska ßig
Indonesian : Saya cinta padamu
Saya Cinta Kamu
Aku tjinta padamu
Saja kasih saudari
Italian : Ti amo
Irish : taim i' ngra leat
Japanese : Kimi o ai shiteru
Kazakh : Men seny jaksy kuremyn
Kiswahili : Nakupenda
Korean : Tangsinul sarang ha yo
Kurdish : Ez te hezdikhem
Latin : Te amo
Vos amo
Lao : Khoi huk chau
Latvian : Es Tev milu
Lingala : Nalingi yo
Lithuanian: Ash miliu tave
Luo : Aheri
Madrid lingo : Me molas, tronca
Malay/Indonesian : Saya cintakan awak(awak=kamu=you)
Aku sayang engkau (engkau=kamu=you)
Malay : Saya cintamu
Saya sayangmu
Maltese: Inhobbok!
(Added by Christine )
Mandarin : Wo ai ni
Mohawk : Konoronhkwa
Navajo : Ayor anosh'ni
Ndebele : Niyakutanda
Norwegian : Jeg elsker deg (Bokmaal)
Eg elskar deg (Nynorsk)
Pakistani : Muje se mu habbat hai
Persian : Tora dost daram
Pilipino : Mahal Kita
Iniibig Kita
Polish : Ja Cie Kocham or Kocham Cie (Pronounced Yacha kocham)
Portuguese : Eu te amo
Romanian : Te iu besc
Russian : Ya lyublyu tebya
Ya vas lyublyu
Scot Gaelic : Tha gra\dh agam ort
Serbian : Volim te (most common), or
Ja te volim" (less common)
Shona : Ndinokuda
Sioux : Techihhila
Slovak : lubim ta
Slovene : ljubim te
Spanish : Te amo
Swahili : Nakupenda
Swedish : Jag a"lskar dig
Swiss-German : Ch'ha di ga"rn
Tagalog : Mahal kita
Taiwanese : Gwa ai lee
Tamil Naan Unnai Kadhalikiren
Thai : Phom Rak Khun
Ch'an Rak Khun
Tunisian : Ha eh bak
Turkish : Seni seviyorum!
Urdu : Mujhe tumse muhabbat hai
Em ye^u anh (woman to man)
Toi yeu em
Vlaams : Ik hou van jou
Welsh : 'Rwy'n dy garu di.
Yr wyf i yn dy garu di (chwi)
Yiddish : Ikh hob dikh lib
Zazi : Ezhele hezdege (sp?)
Zuni : Tom ho' ichema
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photo by Leon Brauer 2007
photo by Leon Brauer 2007
from the series "My Colorful Friends"
about me
Wear my heart out on my sleeve, always hoping for the best, learn from past mistakes and long-term friendships, curious, in awe, open-minded, picky, stubborn, too shy, too honest, loving, caring, sharing, a good listener, a loon, a tune, a tool sometimes, tall when i straighten out, handsome if i wanna be, invisible at will, crazy, fun, and good in bed = )
Хорошо известно, что:
испанец - человек, а испанка - грипп;
американец - человек, а американка - бильярд;
индеец - человек, а индейка - птица;
кореец - человек, а корейка - еда;
болгарин - человек, а болгарка -инструмент;
финн - человек, а финка - нож;
поляк - человек, а полька -танец;
турок - человек, а турка - посуда;
голландец - человек, а голландка- печка;
венгр - человек, а венгерка - слива;
ленинградец или сочинец - человек, а ленинградка или сочинка - преферанс;
чехи и вьетнамцы - люди, а чешки и вьетнамки - обувь;
китаец - человек, а китайка - яблоко;
молдаванин - человек, а молдаванка - район Одессы.
И только одно исключение:
москвичка - человек, а москвич - ведро с гайками
So token devilry
Google the phrase "(Your name) looks like" and find the best one from the first page of results. Don't forget to put it in quotes, otherwise it won't work. Add yours to the bottom of the list and repost this. (Mine is awesome!)
"Leo looks like one powerful critter."
Я люблю Пушкина... а он меня?
Интересно, просили-ли Микеланжело когда-нибудь покрасить забор? И что он в этом случае отвечал?
ну я ее люблю, а она меня любля...
nomogomous - only with noone
love is love's only antidote
Леня ( 3,5 - 5 лет)
- - -
Бабушка звонит:
- Как папа, курить не бросает?
Л.- Бросает, бросает, по всей комнате бросает.
- - -
Эх, если бы у меня было две собаки! Я бы их так любил,
я бы им все покупал, что они скажут!
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Смотри, бутылки в авоське ругаются: - ты пустая! Нет, ты пустая!
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Мама, я говорю не глупости, а СМЫСЛОСТИ!
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Смотри, нЕбес!(половинка луны)
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Бабушка: У вас, что, еще гости?
Л.: Да, Праздник же, Новый Год!
Бабушка: Новый Год был три дня назад.
Л. : А у нас каждый день - новые гОды!
- - -
Мама: Ленечка, я тебя уже два раза звала, сейчас я ухожу!
Л.: Мамочка, ну, еще два раза позови, и уходи.
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Смотрит в бинокль на бабушку, несущую на блюдце яблоко:
-Сейчас я тебя удалю, а яблоко приближу!
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Стихотворения Лени (4 года)
Убитый солдат
Я убился, я убился,
Без трудов и без хлопот,
И теперь на трудной страже
Кто же будет там стоять?
- - -.
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Леня. Письмо из летнего выездного лагеря (6 лет)
" Мама, не волнуйся, мы живем хорошо, кормят вкусно,
ребята хорошие. Было бы еще лучше, если бы ты
могла забрать меня отсюда поскорее."
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Читаем Пушкина:
"Пришла пора, открылись очи,
Она сказала - это он!"
Леня: А можно было так сочинить:
Пришла пора, открылись очи,
Она сказала: "Люблю вас очень!"
I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it through not dying.
- Woody Allen
Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.
- Voltaire
There's only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that's your own self.
- Aldous Huxley
If you really want something in life you have to work for it. Now quiet, they're about to announce the lottery numbers.
- Homer Simpson
Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality.
- Jules de Gaultier
Patriotism is the conviction that your country is superior to all others because you were born in it.
- George Bernard Shaw
Jealousy: An unduly concern about the preservation of that which can be lost only if not worth keeping.
- Ambrose Bierce
Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.
- Mark Twain
Don't take life too seriously; you'll never get out of it alive.
- Elbert Hubbard
Is sex dirty? Only if it's done right.
- Woody Allen
To avoid criticism do nothing, say nothing, be nothing.
- Elbert Hubbard
Egotist: A person of low taste, more interested in himself than in me.
- Ambrose Bierce
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.
- Rumi
When did I realize I was God? Well, I was praying and I suddenly realized I was talking to myself.
- Peter O'Toole
When in doubt tell the truth.
- Mark Twain
Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.
- Albert Einstein
A thing long expected takes the form of the unexpected when at last it comes.
- Mark Twain
Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age 18.
- Albert Einstein
My way of joking is to tell the truth. It is the funniest joke in the world.
- George Bernard Shaw
Happiness is not achieved by the conscious pursuit of happiness; it is generally the by-product of other activities.
- Aldous Huxley
The greatest mistake you can make is to be continually fearing you will make one.
- Elbert Hubbard
You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on.
- Dean Martin
The only completely consistent people are the dead.
- Aldous Huxley
We are so vain that we even care for the opinion of those we don't care for.
- Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach
The harder you fall, the higher you bounce.
- Anonymous
Thank God I'm an atheist.
- Luis Bunuel
Any fool can paint a picture, but it takes a wise man to be able to sell it.
- Samuel Butler
Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible player.
- Albert Einstein
There are two types of people in this world, good and bad. The good sleep better, but the bad seem to enjoy the waking hours much more.
- Woody Allen
Future: That period of time in which our affairs prosper, our friends are true and our happiness is assured.
- Ambrose Bierce
Man is the only animal that blushes. Or needs to.
- Mark Twain
Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.
- Aldous Huxley
The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits.
- Albert Einstein
Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see.
- Arthur Schopenhauer
Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
- Mark Twain
We are never deceived; we deceive ourselves.
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Experience is not what happens to a man; it is what a man does with what happens to him.
- Aldous Huxley
The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.
- Friedrich Nietzsche
Love is the answer - but while you're waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions.
- Woody Allen
Better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid than to open it and remove all doubt.
- Mark Twain
We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.
- Tom Stoppard
May the wind always be at your back
And the sun up on your face
And the winds of destiny carry you aloft
to dance with the stars...
Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.
- Mark Twain
Last night I discovered a new form of oral contraceptive.
I asked a girl to go to bed with me and she said no.
- Woody Allen
Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour.
Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.
That's relativity.
- Albert Einstein
An intellectual is a person who has discovered
something more interesting than sex.
- Aldous Huxley
As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Live as if you were to die tomorrow.
Learn as if you were to live forever.
-Mahatma Gandhi
There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.
-Douglas Adams
When we remember we are all mad,
the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.
- Mark Twain
Not about love
I am not in love
In fact I can't stop
falling out....
- Fiona Apple
Live to the point of tears
- Camus
Так пролетело месяца четыре. Дни тянулись одинаковые, как мешки из супермаркета...
- С. Довлатов
Fare thee well, and if for ever
Still, for ever fare thee well.
- Lord Byron
Alas, I am dying beyond my means.
- Oscar Wilde
Great things are not done by impulse,
But a series of small things brought together
- Vincent Van Gogh
Curiosity is the lust of the mind.
- Thomas Hobbes
Solvitur ambulando
- Saint Augustine
For one human being to love another:
That is the most difficult of all our tasks,
The ultimate, the last test of proof,
The work, for which all other work
Is but preperation
- Rainer Maria Rilke
dictum verum et factum convertuntur
- G. Vico
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete. Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind. AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
- George Carlin
only those that attempt the absurd
can achieve the impossible
Love you no more,
That feeling has passed;
Love you no more,
How could it last?
Love you no more,
I sleep well at night;
Love you no more,
Who cares who was right?
Love you no more,
I’ve learned to let go,
Love you no more,
And how to say “No,”
Love you no more,
I hear myself say;
Love you no more,
But no less everyday…
Sun, April 15, 2007 - 10:58 PM
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Waiting for the sun to rise,
So I can close my eyes,
And lay my head down to sleep;
There’s nobody here but me,
My love’s disappeared, you see,
It’s only the memories I keep;
Well, don’t you know it’s hard,
To play on with these cards;
Sure looks like I’m down deep.
And when the nighttime’s done,
For each and all, but one,
My bloodshot eyes at first light weep;
Still, as the morning dew,
Awake, I dream of you,
Adorned in flowers that I reap;
Just like the foggy mist,
Remembering our last kiss,
I’m flying over Lover’s Leap.
Mon, October 16, 2006 - 3:31 PM
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Here are some things that time forgot.
They once were loved, but now they're not.
I do not envy them their lot,
But its too late to change this plot.
And though abandoned, left to rot,
They are more beautiful than not.
Sun, September 24, 2006 - 2:25 PM
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One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
Love That
inner sense
of innocence
that craves eternally
the momentary
experience in
the oneness
of
twosome.
- Barolong Seboni
Моя черепная коробка
Полна всевозможных чудес.
Сейчас, например, эфиопка
Там пляшет в одеждах и без.
Бывает, газету листаю,
Беседую мирно с женой,
А сам средь галактик летаю
В коробке своей черепной.
Позабывать не надо никогда нам
Про вечный мировой круговорот.
Великим или Тихим океаном
Передо мною вечность предстает.
И, этот мир покинув многоликий,
Сквозь времени таинственный туман
Мы все уйдем: великие — в Великий,
А остальные — в Тихий океан.
- Владимир Лифшиц
I wrote in nineteen-forty that at need
I'd fight to keep the Nazis out of Britain;
And Christ! How shocked the pinks were! Two years later
I hadn't lived it down; one had the effrontery
To write three pages calling me a 'traitor,'
So black a crime it is to love one's country...
Your game is easy, and its rules are plain:
Pretend the war began in 'thirty-nine,
Don't mention China, Ethiopia, Spain,
Don't mention Poles except to say they're swine;
Cry havoc when we bomb a German city,
When Czechs get killed don't worry in the least,
Give India a perfunctory squirt of pity
But don't inquire what happens further East;
Don't mention Jews - in short, pretend the war is
Simply a racket 'got up' by the Tories.
- George Orwell
it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds
the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;
moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:
one pierced moment whiter than the rest
turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
- e e cummings
The Invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to
know what you ache for, and if you dare
to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, wihtout moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy,
mine or your own, if you can dance with the wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul;
if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when its not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and
still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,
"Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed
the children.
It doesnt interest me who you know or how you came
to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the
fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company
you keep in the empty moments.
- Oriah Mountain Dreamer
Шансон
Вершит народ дела свои - пройдохи ищут славы,
Пророки врут, поэты пьют, богатство копит знать.
Стоит над миром год змеи, все злобны, как удавы,
И каждый хочет сам в угоду году гадом стать.
А я в портовом кабаке сижу, и губы в табаке,
И две монеты в кулаке, а в голове шансон.
А в нем мой клад, мой странный край,
Туманный путь в желанный рай,
Тот путь, который мной пока еще не обретен.
О дай мне, господи, ступить на этот путь
Когда-нибудь, когда-нибудь, когда-нибудь.
Я, как и вы, друзья мои, устал глазеть на драки,
И вид оскаленных клыков нервирует меня.
Пройдет над миром год змеи, начнется год собаки,
И снова цепь, и снова лай, и войны и грызня.
Чего так злобен род людской? Да это просто год такой.
Но как не мучаю себя, но как себя не злю,
За что, я не могу понять, вы все так любите меня,
И не могу понять, за что я всех вас так люблю.
Дай бог в пути мне добрым словом помянуть
Кого-нибудь, кого-нибудь,
Кого-нибудь.
Вот я же вам не сын, не пасынок, и даже не приемыш,
А все никак не соберусь расстаться с кабаком.
И в год собаки я - щенок, а в год змеи - змееныш,
И научился не искать участия ни в ком.
Затих шансон, певец умолк, и ты, гарсон, не верь мне в долг.
Уходят все, и мне уйти не лучше ль от беды?
Сквозь плач и вой, галдеж и звон, по боли войн, по воле волн,
По жизни вдоль, по миру вдаль ведут мои следы.
О, дай мне, господи, достичь, окончив путь,
Чего-нибудь, чего-нибудь,
Чего-нибудь.
- Щербаков
Instants
If I could live again my life,
In the next I'll try,
to make more mistakes,
I won't try to be so perfect,
I'll be more relaxed,
I'll be more full than I am now,
In fact, I'll take fewer things seriously,
I'll be less hygenic,
I'll take more risks,
I'll take more trips,
I'll watch more sunsets,
I'll climb more mountains,
I'll swim more rivers,
I'll go to more places I've never been,
I'll eat more ice creams and less (lime) beans,
I'll have more real problems and less imaginary ones,
I was one of those people who live
prudent and prolific lives
each minute of his life,
Offcourse that I had moments of joy but,
if I could go back I'll try to have only good moments,
If you don't know thats what life is made of,
Don't lose the now!
I was one of those who never goes anywhere
without a thermometer,
without a hotwater bottle,
and without an umberella and without a parachute,
If I could live again I will travel light,
If I could live again I'll try to work bare feet
at the beginning of spring till
the end of autumn,
I'll ride more carts,
I'll watch more sunrises and play with more children,
If I have the life to live but now I am 85,
and I know that I am dying.
- Jorge Luis Borges
Ожидание
Скрывая труб огрызки и кусты,
полночный мрак за окнами витает.
И телефон - осколок темноты -
безмолвно громоздится и не тает,
как черный айсберг.
Комнаты пусты.
Зрачки бутылок смотрят в потолок.
Молчанье распадается. И в этом
распаде возникает диалог
стены с окном, паркета с табуретом,
угла с углом.
И все это - залог
того, что я отсутствие твое
не вправе ощущать, что устыдиться
я должен слез и прекратить нытье...
Как пыль на кубок выпитый, садится
на сердце страсть.
Впадая в забытье,
то клятвы, то упреки бормочу.
Стараюсь как-то справиться. Поскольку
коль к нашей жизни душу приучу,
то уж ее посмертному осколку
небытие придется по плечу.
- Отар Чиладзе
перевод И. Бродского
Карнавальные Куплеты
Для песни моей печальной
музыки не нужно особой.
Под барабан карнавальный
каждый ее спеть способен.
Луна-барабан, по вечерам
аккомпанируй моим слезам.
Не вынесло сердце обмана
и вот от любви разорвалось.
Об этом все барабаны
поют на всех карнавалах.
Ночь моя слишком темна,
посвети же сюда, барабан-луна.
Любовь, словно кровь из раны,
бежит по тропе неровной.
Сердца у нас - барабаны
для песни моей любовной.
Луна-барабан, в небе плыви,
сердце мое болит от любви.
Если есть барабан подобный,
дай музыкантам отдых.
Дать волю слезам попробуй,
и стон твой подхватит воздух.
Луна-барабан, молчи...
Твой стон прозвучал в ночи...
Ты плачешь от песни унылой,
песню ветра послушай.
Камень дал тебе силу,
луна и солнце - душу.
Луна-барабан, луна-барабан,
камень, солнце, песнь, ураган,
сердца моего барабан.
- Jose Ramon Luna
перевод И. Бродского
Кого ж любить? Кому же верить?
Кто не изменит нам один?
Кто все дела, все речи мерит
Услужливо на наш аршин?
Кто клеветы про нас не сеет?
Кто нас заботливо лелеет?
Кому порок наш не беда?
Кто не наскучит никогда?
Призрака суетный искатель,
Трудов напрасно не губя,
Любите самого себя,
Достопочтенный мой читатель!
Предмет достойный: ничего
Любезней верно нет его.
- А.С. Пушкин
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