Last Poem
The night, black,
slipping through my eyes
The wind, crying,
captured by the town
The moon, white, pale,
scared by a nightmare
The dogs, barking,
warning in vain a catastrophy
You, beautiful, sleeping motionless, beside me.
From morning to night, I’m riding the light
From morning to night, I’m riding the light
The fifth element
Weidenthal (Brebu Nou), Caraş-Severin County, Banat Highland, Southwestern Romania, Europe…
Night ride no.1 – 2010 / Timisoara
Toate bijuteriile ii apartin lui Carol Varga. Cutia cu comori e plina, asa ca
Va Urma 🙂
The night of april 1st
Defense Attorney: Will you please state your age?
Little Old Lady: I am 71 years old.
Defence Attorney: Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened the night of April 1st?
Little Old Lady: There I was, sitting there in my swing on my front porch on a warm spring evening, when a young man comes creeping up on the porch and sat down beside me.
Defence Attorney: Did you know him?
Little Old Lady: No, but he sure was friendly.
Defence Attorney: What happened after he sat down?
Little Old Lady: He started to rub my thigh.
Defence Attorney: Did you stop him?
Little Old Lady: No, I didn’t stop him.
Defence Attorney: Why not?
Little Old Lady: It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Albert died some 30 years ago.
Defence Attorney: What happened next?
Little Old Lady: He began to rub my breasts.
Defence Attorney: Did you stop him then?
Little Old Lady: No, I did not stop him.
Defence Attorney: Why not?
Little Old Lady: His rubbing made me feel all alive and excited. I haven’t felt that good in years!
Defence Attorney: What happened next?
Little Old Lady: Well, by then, I was feeling so „spicy” that I just laid down and told him „Take me, young man. Take me now!”
Defence Attorney: Did he take you?
Little Old Lady: Hell, no! He just yelled, „April Fool!” and ran off. And that’s when I shot him … the little bastard.
Why females should avoid a „girls night out” after they are married …
If this does not make you laugh out loud, you have lost your sense of humour. The other night I was invited out for a night with the „girls”. I told my husband that I would be home by midnight, „I promise!” Well, the hours passed and the margaritas went down way too easily. Around 3 a.m., a bit loaded, I headed for home. Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the hallway started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly, realizing my husband would probably wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times.
Nick Petera – Oh Holy Night
Nick Petera singing “Oh Holy Night”, a Christmas greeting to all of you.
Joe Castillo – ep.2
Joe Castillo is a world renowned artist, speaker, and writer who is pursuing the ancient and new medium of sand art. This Monday, Jesus. Santa Claus is coming to town on Wednesday night.