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THE HORRORS OF SLEEP
15:32 Sep 29 2009
Times Read: 976










THE HORRORS OF SLEEP



by Emily Bronte





Sleep brings no joy to me.

Rememberance never dies.

My soul is given to mystery,

And lives in sighs.



Sleep brings no rest to me;

The shadows of the dead

My wakening eyes may never see

Surround my bed.



Sleep brings no hope to me,

In soundest sleep they come,

And with their doleful imag'ry

Deepen the gloom.



Sleep brings no strength to me,

No power renewed to brave;

I only sail a wilder sea,

A darker wave.



Sleep brings no friend to me

to soothe and aid to bear;

They all gaze on, how scornfully,

And I despair.



Sleep brings no wish to fret

My harrassed heart beneath;

My only wish is to forget

In endless sleep of death.

DR
13:57 Sep 29 2009
Times Read: 979


I play Romeo now and that`s one of the most funny things I got since I started the rehearsals.Thank you, MO!

Playing with cats
22:48 Sep 07 2009
Times Read: 1,007

Dancehall
19:24 Sep 02 2009
Times Read: 1,024




Salon dance - John Lewis Krimmel (1820)





A saloon or dancehall girl’s job was to brighten the evenings of the many lonely men of the western towns. In the Old West, men usually outnumbered women by at least three to one – sometimes more, as was the case in California in1850, where 90% of the population was male. Starved for female companionship, the saloon girl would sing for the men, dance with them, and talk to them – inducing them to remain in the bar, buying drinks and patronizing the games.



Not all saloons employed saloon girls, such as in Dodge City’s north side of Front Street, which was the “respectable” side, where both Saloon girls and gambling were barred, and featured music and billiards as the chief amusements to accompany drinking.

She walks in beauty
17:52 Sep 02 2009
Times Read: 1,028

She walks in beauty







She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.



One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.



And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!





By Lord Byron.

The Carpet And The Coffee
03:32 Sep 01 2009
Times Read: 1,003








Dating today in our fast-paced society is complicated. We are free to follow our hearts but what we really lack are rituals of dating. Take for example the dating process in old Turkish villages when the secret of finding your partner lied in the intricate design of a carpet.



Young women were putting their heart, soul and dreams into the pattern of the handmade carpets. When the girl was of the age to marry, the family would hang the carpet in front of the house to let the world know about it. The boys in the village would look at it to see if their dreams match up. They could tell if the girl was lively or dull - all from the design of the carpet.



If, after seeing the carpet, a boy wanted to marry, he and his parents would go to the girl's house to ask permission. The girl would stay in the kitchen making coffee (the famous Turkish coffee of course) and listen at the door. If the parents got along, the father would shout "Bring in the coffee!" The girl would come out but she was not allowed to speak. If she liked the boy, she would have sweetened his coffee. If she did not, his coffee would be very salty.



Everyone would watch to see the face of the boy as he took his first sip. The boy was nervous and his hands would tremble. If he wanted to marry the girl badly enough, even if he got the salt, he would smile as if he's gotten the sugar.