spinkola
- Name: spinkola
- Location: yukublue US
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Music I like
Classical, opera
Books that moved me
The Secret Garden
The Little Prince
Bury my Heart at Wounded Knee
Jonathan Livingston Seagull
Het Leven een Bries
De Boze Droom het Medeleven
The Little Prince
Bury my Heart at Wounded Knee
Jonathan Livingston Seagull
Het Leven een Bries
De Boze Droom het Medeleven
My favorite sites
Interesting facts about me
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Comments about me
Places to visit before you turn 100
outer space
Groovy quotes
Contradicting proverbs,
Actions speak louder than words.
The pen is mightier than the sword.
Look before you leap.
He who hesitates is lost.
Many hands make light work.
Too many cooks spoil the broth.
A silent man is a wise one.
A man without words is a man without thoughts.
Beware of Greeks bearing gifts.
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.
Clothes make the man.
Don't judge a book by its cover.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Better safe than sorry.
Actions speak louder than words.
The pen is mightier than the sword.
Look before you leap.
He who hesitates is lost.
Many hands make light work.
Too many cooks spoil the broth.
A silent man is a wise one.
A man without words is a man without thoughts.
Beware of Greeks bearing gifts.
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.
Clothes make the man.
Don't judge a book by its cover.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Better safe than sorry.
Example friends
spinkola has 3 friend(s)
My blog
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cutting the tree
10/29/09 09:13:34 | 0 Comments
Cutting of the Tree
While squirrels buried forest gems
within my wooden chest,
I sipped the songs of nightingales
that wandered from the nest.
My feet would snuggle in the ground,
entwined with rabbit holes;
I welcomed nibbles on my toes
of woodchucks, mice and moles.
When autumn snatched the maple leaves
off every verdant crown,
I gave old needles back to earth
but kept my summer... -
desiderata
10/29/09 09:11:56 | 0 Comments
-- written by Max Ehrmann in the 1920s --
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the... -
I do not sleep
10/29/09 09:11:09 | 0 Comments
I do not sleep (written by Mary Elizabeth Frye)
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that swiftly blow.
I am the diamond glint
on newly fallen snow.
I am the sunlight
on ripened grain.
I am the soft and gentle autumn rain.
When you wake from sleep in the early morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at... -
impasse
10/29/09 09:10:32 | 0 Comments
Impasse by Toon Hermans
De man was moe, hij zag het leven niet meer zitten,
hij zag zichzelf alleen maar zitten op zijn stoel.
Hij had geen kracht meer om z'n tuintje om te spitten
en kreeg een grenzeloos, vereenzaamd, leeg gevoel. Toen heeft hij heel lang aan zijn kamerraam gezeten,
alsof hij wachtte op een teken, een geluid
van buitenaf dat hem weer nieuwe kracht zou geven,
maar tevergeefs keek hij er elke dag naar uit. Zo... -
chanson
10/29/09 09:09:50 | 0 Comments
Chanson de l'adieu by Edmond Haraucourt Partir c'est mourir un peu
C'est mourir à ce qu'on aime
On laisse un peu de soi-même
En toute heure et dans tout lieu
C'est toujours le deuil d'un voeux
Le dernier vers d'un poème
Partir c'est mourir un peu
C'est mourir à ce qu'on aime
Et l'on part, et c'est un jeu
Et jusqu'à l'adieu suprême
C'est son âme que l'on... -
first post
10/29/09 09:07:49 | 6 Comments
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