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Love Can Kill You

(Taken from Bischoff.No)

Five songs to bring you back to the... 80's

(A-Ha - The Living Daylights)

(Duran Duran - Save A Prayer)

(Prefab Sprout - Cars And Girls)

(Talk Talk - It's My Life)

(Yes - Owner Of A Lonely Heart)

Tarantino who?!

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Churchill knows best.

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The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

You see, in this world there are two kinds of men: those who have loaded guns and those who dig. You dig.


(Taken from The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, directed by Sergio Leone, 1966)

Heart

(Taken from ArtThrob)

Me too..

I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for.

(taken from A Rush of Blood to the Head by Coldplay)

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Haiku "poetry"; about.

From distant Japan,
men with no heart or talent
invented Haiku.

Poetry, they said,
confined and binded by the
power of numbers.

Numbers ruling words?
How can that be? Blasphemy!
- the true poets yelled.

But those from Japan,
were eager to explain their
"thing" named poetry.

The rules are simple
- they said. Count five, seven, five
and Haiku you'll find.

So, without questions
the world embraced syllable
poetry-like "game".

But are they poets,
those who count what they should feel?
No way, not for real.

Haiku poetry; the assignement.

Blistering light blinds,
towering upon mortals,
man and beast alike.


Certain summer nights
of quiet unfaithful stars
linger on and still.


Holding hands alone,
cursing with clean loud anger
the night's lying moan.


Silence eased by calls,
playing echoes and pouring
marbles from the walls.


Walking the fence line,
searching dreams on either side.
No cost, not a dime.

At one point... (2)

At one point in life, every man is Charlie Brown to some girl. No matter how hard he believes, he will always find himself flying in the air and landing painfully on his back.

Leonard Cohen; nobody said it better.

(The Sweetest Little Song by Leonard Cohen)

Great, as in Britain.

"As Brits, we'll carry on - it doesn't scare us at all,'' said 37-year-old tour guide Michael Cahill. "Look, loads of people are walking down the streets. It's Great Britain - not called 'Great' for nothing.''

(Said on the aftermath of the terrorist attacks on the London Underground.)

I waited

(Taken from michellesounds.com)

You see things...

You see things; and you say, "Why?" But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?"

George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950), Irish writer.

Charlie Brown knows best.

I have a new philosophy. I'm only going to dread one day at a time.

(Charlie Brown in Peanuts)

Have you ever heard... Phoenix ?

(Everything Is Everything)

(Too Young)

(If I Ever Feel Better)

(Run Run Run)

((You Can't Blame It On) Anybody)

... now you have.

As told by...

The most beautiful thing in Tokyo is McDonald's. The most beautiful thing in Stockholm is McDonald's. The most beautiful thing in Florence is McDonald's. Peking and Moscow don't have anything beautiful yet. (Andy Warhol)

Fracture

JOE LUBRUTO: You belong here.

WILLY BEACHUM: With all due respect, I didn't work this hard to stay where I belong.

(J.Lubruto- David Strathairn, W.Beachum- Ryan Gosling)

(taken from Fracture, directed by Gregory Hoblit,2007)

September 11, still.

The more I think about this, the more I fear that we are still in the age of victimization, when being a victim is the highest political form, for a victim can't be criticized, a victim gets to set the agenda, a victim gets to say what is offensive (and this is also the age of offense), a victim gets to act entitled (for this is also the age of entitlement). But we forget that being a victim also means that you're weak, you lose. Victim is a past-tense word. This war is still present tense and future tense. We are still fighting. We still have a war to win here. We cannot afford to be victims.

So do not speak in hushed tones about September 11th. Speak still with loud anger and proud memory.

We are not victims.


Jeff Jarvis (1954-), American journalist.

Al who?!

In 2005 the Academy gave the Oscar for Best Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role to Morgan Freeman (Million Dollar Baby) but, truth be told, the golden statue should have gone to Clive Owen for his unbelievable performance in Closer. Truly, unbelievable.

Martin who?!

Haiku Poetry by Rui Freitas

Certain summer nights
Of uncertain dreams I have
Lead me back to you.

Holding hands alone
Amongst the raging riot
Of water, sand and stone.

Walking the fence line
On the verge of life and death.
That's our journey love.

Blistering light blinds
Fair is thee up in the sky
Where the angels dwell.

Silence eased by calls
Calling Silence back inside
Back again into the wild.

Ingenious people think alike...

Truth is tough...

Truth is tough. It will not break, like a bubble, at a touch; nay, you may kick it about all day, like a football, and it will be round and full at evening.


Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (1809-1894), American poet.

Just hold me

(Taken from explodingdog)

Have you ever heard... Télépopmusik ?

(Don't Look Back)

(Smile)

(Breathe)

(Close)

(Love Can Damage Your Health)

... now you have.

If he says so...

"Blondes make the best victims. They're like virgin
snow that shows up the bloody footprints."


Alfred Hitchcock

Thom Yorke, Radiohead - Speed Painting

A video showing a talented guy drawing Thom Yorke from Radiohead. The work was done in 4 hours. Just watch and enjoy his great Photoshop skills.

The Métro by Josef Essberger

"Two weeks later, four kilometres away in the west, a headless body was found at Courcelles station, again in the tunnel not far from the platform. As in the earlier case, the cause of death was apparently the severing of the head, which appeared to have been done with some precision. Again, the body was fully clothed and easily identified, and nothing but the head had apparently been removed."

"It's no use looking for logic in women, Régis. I told you, they're not like men. In fact, I've come to the conclusion that they're not even the same species as men. Men and women aren't like dog and bitch, they're more like dog and cat. C'est bizarre, non? In any case, I do know you can't keep two women on the go without something happening. I don't know what, but something."

This Story takes place in Paris. Murder and Love are the main story subjects.

This is the short story I suggest you.

You can read it here: http://www.englishclub.com/reading/story-metro.htm