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Rhapsody for a rat

The best pet I ever had
Was a really dead, really flat rat
The other girls all played with dolls
While mine had all these funny holes
And one more thing -
It smelled -
Really, really interesting.

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jaimetalangue:

spanishskulduggery:

jaimetalangue:

aristoteliancomplacency:

Colloquial equivalences.

C’est du chinois pour moi.

For Spanish it’s hablar en chino ”speaking in Chinese”, Iceland says þetta er hebreska fyrir mér  ”It’s too Hebrew for me”, Italian says per me è arabo “for me it’s Arabic”, and German says das kommt mir Spanisch vor “that seems like Spanish to me”

At least Spanish and French agree! (we also say “parler chinois”)


Babylonisch.

jaimetalangue:

spanishskulduggery:

jaimetalangue:

aristoteliancomplacency:

Colloquial equivalences.

C’est du chinois pour moi.

For Spanish it’s hablar en chino ”speaking in Chinese”, Iceland says þetta er hebreska fyrir mér  ”It’s too Hebrew for me”, Italian says per me è arabo “for me it’s Arabic”, and German says das kommt mir Spanisch vor “that seems like Spanish to me”

At least Spanish and French agree! (we also say “parler chinois”)

Babylonisch.

(via sudelheft)

humansofnewyork:

"I was going to one of my first exams, and suddenly there was a bombing. In downtown Damascus! I couldn’t believe it! I didn’t think this was possible. Windows were broken everywhere, and there were people on the ground, and the sounds of ambulances. Then over the next few weeks, everything changed. The taxis in the streets were replaced by tanks. You no longer knew who was your friend and who was your enemy. Suddenly you could be killed, and nobody would ask why. Before war, you have rights. People will ask why you were killed. When war comes, nobody asks why you were killed anymore." (Erbil, Iraq)

humansofnewyork:

"I was going to one of my first exams, and suddenly there was a bombing. In downtown Damascus! I couldn’t believe it! I didn’t think this was possible. Windows were broken everywhere, and there were people on the ground, and the sounds of ambulances. Then over the next few weeks, everything changed. The taxis in the streets were replaced by tanks. You no longer knew who was your friend and who was your enemy. Suddenly you could be killed, and nobody would ask why. Before war, you have rights. People will ask why you were killed. When war comes, nobody asks why you were killed anymore." (Erbil, Iraq)

Momentaufnahmen 100814

Die Rasensprenger auf der Wiese in der Innenstadt - mitten im Regen.

Die Kassette mit der Aufschrift: Es spielen für Sie “Die Hellbangers”.

Die Vanillesoße mit einer Prise Ingwer und Koriander in der kleinen Flasche mit Bügelverschluss.

Die schöne große sich im Wind bauschende Rainbowflag in dem Container zwischen Müll und Schutt und die schwangere Frau, die versucht, sie herauszulangen.

Die schöne leicht türkisfarbene Milchkanne, die orangefarbenen Kuchenteller und die orangefarbene Tasse.

Die Erkenntnis, dass Regenrinne auch ein anderes Wort für Fahrradschutzblech sein kann.

Wie er beim Essen in dem feinen Restaurant erzählt, dass man für Froschschenkel lebendigen Fröschen die Beine abschneidet und diese dann noch qualvoll einige Tage weiterleben.

Wie er seufzt als er sich erinnert, dass der Freund ihn am Telefon wieder langweilen wird und wie er lächelt, als ich sage, dass er nebenbei heimlich “all is lost” anschauen kann, da in dem Film nicht gesprochen wird.

Wenn man sich Aphrodite oder Persephone als Kindernamen vorstellt, zum Beispiel in: Aphrodite hat heute Durchfall oder Persephone nimm die Stöcker aus den Ohren.

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LIS

likeafieldmouse:

C. J. Schrat

"Well, I went to go hunt for a martini glass yesterday because I broke my favorite one, and went into one of the local thrift stores. As luck would have it the woman happened to keep parakeets and sell the ones her birds had. As I was walking around looking for a glass I liked, one bird in particular caught my eye as it followed me every time I walked by it’s cage. Now I was intrigued. I approached it and it began making lil cheeps at me. I decided ‘why not, let’s see what happens if I try and pet it through the cage’. It immediately began rubbing against my finger affectionately and cheeping louder, and yah. Fuck. I went to possibly buy a martini glass, and came home with a bird I’ve named Martini."

That’s how love goes.

(Quelle: )

humansofnewyork:

“They are taking control of the water supply. They are breaking dams, and flooding crops, and destroying the food supply of an entire country. They are forcing hundreds of thousands from their homes. It seems that there is a hand behind all of this. They are very calculating. They are making their moves very carefully to destroy the human soul. They want to rob an entire people of food and water and homes, as if to wipe them from the pages of history. And when they take the homes from these people, the children have no place to play. The children have no place to be young. No physical space, and no emotional space. They have no place to be a child, so their only frame of reference is war and fighting. And when that’s all they know, how can they grow up to be doctors and teachers? All they can possibly know is the desire for revenge and hatred for their enemies. I wish people would understand that Iraq is filled with intelligent, civilized people. This was the cradle of civilization in the Ancient World. Even the Garden of Eden was here. These aren’t dust covered, nameless refugees being forced from their homes. The refugee camps are filled with architects, and musicians, and teachers.”

humansofnewyork:

“They are taking control of the water supply. They are breaking dams, and flooding crops, and destroying the food supply of an entire country. They are forcing hundreds of thousands from their homes. It seems that there is a hand behind all of this. They are very calculating. They are making their moves very carefully to destroy the human soul. They want to rob an entire people of food and water and homes, as if to wipe them from the pages of history. And when they take the homes from these people, the children have no place to play. The children have no place to be young. No physical space, and no emotional space. They have no place to be a child, so their only frame of reference is war and fighting. And when that’s all they know, how can they grow up to be doctors and teachers? All they can possibly know is the desire for revenge and hatred for their enemies. I wish people would understand that Iraq is filled with intelligent, civilized people. This was the cradle of civilization in the Ancient World. Even the Garden of Eden was here. These aren’t dust covered, nameless refugees being forced from their homes. The refugee camps are filled with architects, and musicians, and teachers.”

Momentaufnahmen 060814

Der Geruch von Katzenpisse im Radkeller und die rote Raubkatze, die vor mir flieht als ich das Gitter öffne.

Das Pärchen, picknickend auf gelb vertrocknetem Rasen unter einem Baum auf einer Verkehrsinsel, mit Kugelgrill und großen Rotweingläsern.

Die sich im Schwertkampf - mit kleinen Plastikschwertern - Übenden vor der Kirche.

Das kleine Dackelmädchen, das alle Register zieht, die Ohren anlegt und riesengroße Augen macht als ich mich ihr nähere.

Die Seifenblasen im Luftschacht zwischen den Häusern - wie sie langsam wie Murmeln auf einer Kreisbahn herunterschweben oder hinauf bis übers Dach.

Der Mann, der vom Rad fiel in der Kurve, und schnell sagte: Alles okay, als ich stehenblieb.

Der schöne ältere Herr mit dem gut geschnittenen Gesicht, der in einem Strassencafe saß.

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LIS

Die Festung
Ist mit Nägeln bewaffnet.
Die Friedenstauben finden
Keinen Halt mehr.
Wieder und wieder
Versuchen sie zu landen.
Vergebliches Flügelschlagen.
Das Dornenschloss
Hat seine Pforten versiegelt.

All is lost
Ein guter Film
Niemals aufgeben
Auch wenn alles aussichtslos scheint
Ruhig bleiben
Weitergehen
Das Ziel im Auge behalten,
Am Leben festhalten.