New Year Resolutions.

Not so long ago I was searching on the Interent for a New Year pic. So, I came across with some nice pictures with New Years resolutions. They really inspired me. Of course for some people they may look like utopic girlish dreams and naive stuff. But I do believe that these resolutions which nobody's going to stick to, are marvelous. Every year, oh no, every day we can start everything all over again. They give us a kind of impulse to the action, it's a sort of personal mantra. Certainly some of them are really weird and incredible. But who said that they are impossible? Maybe we'll get something we want not this month, not this year. At least this little plan will be a kind of a target we want to get. Who knows, perhaps one day we'll achieve it. Once a guy said, 'Follow your dreams'. So I want to add, do everything to make your dreams come true! And in the end I want to show my own list of  "things to do this year...or maybe somewhen".

AND WHAT ARE YOUR NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS?

Marine Maid Weeping

Jackie left on a cold, dark night,
Telling me he'd be home.
He sailed the sea for a hundred years

Now I've been dead for twenty years.
I've been washing the sand
With my ghostly tears.
Searching the shores for my…
Jackie oooh.

And left me all alone
And I remember the day
That the young man came,
Said your jackie's gone.
He's lost in the rain
And I ran to the beach.
I laid me down.

You're all wrong, I said.
As they stared to the sand,
That man knows the sea
Like the back of his hand,
He'll be back sometime,
Laughing at you.

I've been waiting all this time,
For my man to come.
Take his hand in mine
And lead me away to unseen shores.

I've been washing the sand
With my salty tears.
Searching the shores these long years
And I walked the sea forevermore
Till I find my…
Jackie oooh,

Jackie oooh!
Jackie oooh!...

Poetic Peculiarities.

I still remember that amazing moment
You have appeared before my sight
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.


Locked in depression's hopeless captive,
In haste of clamorous processions,
I heard your voice - soft and attractive.
And dreamt of your beloved expressions.

Time passed. In gusts, rebellious and active,
A tempest scattered my affections
And I forgot your voice attractive,
Your sacred and divine expressions.

Detained in darkness, isolation,
My days would slowly drag in strife.
With lack of faith and inspiration,
With lack of tears, and love and life.

My soul attained its waking moment:
You re-appeared before my sight,
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.

And now, my heart, in fascination
Beats rapidly and finds revived:
Devout faith and inspiration,
And tender tears and love and life.

(A.Pushkin, "To...")

Ensemble, c'est tout ou mes jours d'été.

Every summer has a story. And this one is not an exception. Perhaps it is the most extraordinary one. For me at least. One will always make a mistake trying to imagine life somewhere over the hundreds of rainbows. An alien, becoming a Jersey girl would never have thought that she would find new friends,new feelings, new smells, colours, new life.
Just one autumn decision turned her life upside down. But it gave her so much... An experience as the adults call it. Experience. Such a dry and cold word for a chain of important moments! Just remeber bike ridings in the broiling sun and you trying to absorb every ray with all your body, or those rainy days when you got wet and was ready to curse everything but you kept on pedaling and kept on laighing...
She liked to walk barefoot along the seashore and to sink in her thoughts. At those moments only seagulls and lonely waves could be her company.
At times she prefered to stay in the smoked-up balcony and meet the sunset with a cig between her scratched fingers. But the minutes of solitude changed into the the evenings of total joy round the table. So called 'computer club' as the translator-girl named it. Sometimes the Jersey girl went to the board walk to see the entertainment lights, the Ferris wheel of all the kings and all the queens. And she'll hardly ever forget those maple syrup breakfasts, Sunday lunches and marshmallow dinners.
My lord! She was in New York of course! In that big-big apple. In the place where one can feel lost, lonely and happy among thousands of people. She spent there one windy day, a rainy night, peaceful morning and a scorching noon. The girl tried to take up, to swallow the smell of the subway, fresh coffee, fumes and emerald grass. And those yellow cabs, commercial lights, crowds of goody morning runners will always be in her mind.
There is one more thing to remeber...Probably, the essential one. Cerrainly, the Jersey girl needs a Jersey guy. Someone she would adore and wait for standing on the Jersey shore.A young Syracuse plein de force et de soleil. Everything was unusual about him, his smile, his touches were foreign no matter that he was one of her kind. She would be happy just to love him and plunge in this infatuation. But allas! Yes, it would be so easy to stay together and to whisper, "nous sommes ensemble et c'est tout."
But she had to preetnd to be strong and indiffernt, to tear him away from her heart, soul, mind. The distance between them was bigger than kilometers. It was the distance between her imagination and reality. That's why it was his eyes sparkling with tears on the station...not hers.
Maybe she'd better to run up to him, to wind her hands round his neck, to kiss his eyes full of tears and say, "STAY!" Mais non. The pouring raing took and hid him in the night.
Now she does not care. She can only say, "I need to be alone. I need to ponder my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company...Just to recall those jours d'été you gave me..."

Don't miss 60B!

Somebody once said there's a difference between a failure and a fiasco. A failure is simply the non-presence of success. Any fool can accomplish failure. But a fiasco ... A fiasco is a folktale told to others that makes other people feel more alive because it didn't happened to them.





But right now I have the only one purpose not to miss 60B.
I think one must know we are interprid. We carry on. Maybe the best thing is to fool this world and say, 'I'm fine'...






Just make them wonder why you are still smiling.
Because sadness is easier, it's just a surrender. But if you want you can have only five minuts to wallow in the delicious misery. Enjoy it. Embrace it. Discard it. And proceed. I say make time just to dance alone with one hand waving free. And maybe then you'll be as happy as Cindy and Chuck!

When Shakespeare becomes the music...

One person can save trees, together we can save forests.