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The Astronomer

By Kahlil Gibran

In the shadow of the temple my friend and I saw a blind man sitting alone.  And my friend said, “Behold the wisest man of our land.”
 
Then I left my friend and approached the blind man and greeted him. And we conversed.
 
After a while I said, “Forgive my question; but since when has thou been blind?”
 
“From my birth,” he answered.
 
Said I, “And what path of wisdom followest thou?”
 
Said he, “I am an astronomer.”
 
Then he placed his hand upon his breast saying, “I watch all these suns and moons and stars.”

Kak su slijepci pametni i mudri!

Razočarala si me! Kada sam studirao je večina žena bez briga upijala "mudrost" Kahlil Gibrana

Ista si ko i Brka! Živiš u svom svijetu i ljudi su za tebe ovozemaljski gmazovi.Umišljena baba!

dobar je Khalil:)

Khm. Baka/mama/sestra ti je umišljena baba.

Nastavljamo poetsku večer

The Wise Dog, by Khalil Gibran

One day there passed by a company of cats a wise dog.
 
And as he came near and saw that they were very intent and heeded
him not, he stopped.
 
Then there arose in the midst of the company a large, grave cat and
looked upon them and said, “Brethren, pray ye; and when ye have
prayed again and yet again, nothing doubting, verily then it shall
rain mice.”
 
And when the dog heard this he laughed in his heart and turned from
them saying, “O blind and foolish cats, has it not been written and
have I not known and my fathers before me, that that which raineth
for prayer and faith and supplication is not mice but bones.”

Obje bake i mama su davno umrle, a sestre nemam. Mada bih neke medicinske sestre htio nabit!

Ako sam ti ja najbliži živući rod, onda smijem bit malo umišljena. Ok? Ok.

O blind and foolish cat

-to pišeš za tvoj odnos prema meni?

To je napisao gospodin Khalil. Nastavljamo:

The Eye

Said the Eye one day, “I see beyond these valleys a mountain veiled with blue mist. Is it not beautiful?”

The Ear listened, and after listening intently awhile, said, “But where is any mountain? I do not hear it.”

Then the Hand spoke and said, “I am trying in vain to feel it or touch it, and I can find no mountain.”

And the Nose said, “There is no mountain, I cannot smell it.”

Then the Eye turned the other way, and they all began to talk together about the Eye’s strange delusion. And they said, “Something must be the matter with the Eye.”

Khalil Gibran

Nisi mi ti rod! Nisam incestuozan.

Bogufala. Ajd sad ti neku recitaciju

Našla halida džubrana na netu i sada c/p soli pamet!

Imam i knjigu, možda i dvije, ali to nikada ne bih priznala da Pacijent ne pomisli da sam umišljena

Vidi kako je svečana ova večer, izrecitiraj i ti nešto

Napisao sam ti pjesmu na blogu i kao poruku!

Hvala, jako je lijepa. Sprešat ću je i stavit u spomenar

Si konačno skužila da sam momak za tebe?

Pa ne. Pišeš lijepe pjesmice, ali zaljubljen si u Zbrkicu. To znamo ja, ti i blog.
Moja frizura tako nešto ne može podnijeti, JA moram biti jedna i jedina, neponovljiva, neusporediva, najbolja, najljepša, najdraža, meni se moraju skidati zvijezde sa neba i mora mi se donositi doručak u krevet i sve tak u tom smjeru

Plus imam životinjsko carstvo doma, ne bi nikada mogli živjeti skupa. Ti si sigurno alergičan na dlake i na miris dehidrirane hrane

Čuko u kući jok! Imam dvorište!

Brku nikad vidio nisam (geg, geg, prrrrrd...)