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I have seen the sunrise over the Old Mountain and the sunset on the unrequited horizon of the soul. But it's not enough. I still have a song to sing a verse to write a boat to row, a melody to cry. words come and words go like Mayfair fragrances on the porcupine wind. The tremor that muddled our bodies with eloquence remains, trembling within, beyond oceans, and universes and ideas and death.

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Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Escribir, por ejemplo: 'la noche está estrellada,y tiritan, azules, los astros a lo lejos.' El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.Yo la quise, y a veces, ella también me quiso. En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos.La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito. Ella me quiso, a

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Once in the insipid land of the inkhorn there was an enclave of freedomthat ruled the heart of the universe.Now it is the fiefdom of the wonted dread,gerrymandered to conformity governed by the contrite law.Still, the highway is within that provinceand everything else that surrounds it.It is harder to discern now butthis is no alien territory,and the hoary florets that are awaitinga long overdue

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when a silver line separates your flying nose from the light,when the saturnine mildew that once flowed out from your melancholy tongue to my hapless, gorging, supercilious soul, accrues within like powdered butterflies.when the thatch and the caribbean blue fail to withstand or wash away the languid opacity of your frostbitten brownian gaze.Remember the season of mangos and scotch.when we

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WhyJust ask the donkey in meTo speak to the donkey in you,When I have so many other beautiful animalsAnd brilliant colored birds insideThat are all longing to say something wonderfulAnd exciting to your heart?Let's open all the locked doors upon our eyesThat keep us from knowing the IntelligenceThat begets loveAnd a more lively and satisfying conversationWith the Friend.Let's turn loose our

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Floating, driftingon the blue bourbon stubbornness.Your wiseacre finiteness,thudding from one clear sky to another,hacking at every silver cloudin an attempt to clear theimaginary smog.When will you close those shrewd eyesand seethe flesh of your dream.The supernova of your beingglowing right within.And the lacerated bits of gossamerleft behind from those tender cloudsby your guarded plow?

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Don't turn from the delight that is so close at hand!Don't find some lame excuse to leave our gathering.You were a lonely grape and now you are sweet wine.There is no use in trying to be come a grape again.---Hold to the reins of love and don't be afraid.Hold to the real behind the false and don't be afraid.You must know that the beloved you seek is none other than you.Hold to this

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Me gustas cuando callas porque estás como ausente,y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te toca.Parece que los ojos se te hubieran voladoy parece que un beso te cerrara la boca..Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi almaemerges de las cosas, llena del alma mía.Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,y te pareces a la palabra melancolía..Me gustas cuando callas y estás como distante.Y estás como

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I looked at her, a sinuous tensile figure trying to sustain the one footed subjugation of a gaping hole. And she looked back, those beckoning intrigue blues, tempting me to dive and drown myself. When I plucked her malleable spineand lifted her high to my lipswanting to melt into those blues,she had already diedand there was standingin front of me, perfectly balanced on the solid whole,an

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I love it, love it,when you come eagerlythrough the dark mouthspelunking down the bat cave.Stirring curiously the shivering nakednesswhere no one's welcomeand not one has ever been suffered,but you...Nailing carabiners at every fracture, you enter the bowels of gloom even I dare not peep into,and carve on the fleshy tender inside walls,so gently with your scalpel of care and your eyes closed the

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Fears,well crafted in the curdled underneath,suckling on years of circumspection. Dreams sequester in the wrinkle slowly creeping on the well moisturized brow,struggling to dissipate the "what if" perspiration.Fears, persuasive, that one can always close the venetians, slouch in the subdued plaidscraps of the sun,flip the incandescent bulb,and continue reading.Well... I don't think so.

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We’re hiding,You and me,Primitive and carnalMunch and MurakamiUnder the white uniform coatsYours with golden trimmingsSpotless, that cling.They bundled you early,And me too,security is paramount andinstinct incidental,We were told. The pattern now is colorful and adventurous, and your fingers on mine, are mutinous.But even the revolution is tameAnd quite frankly acceptable.No one’s ready Not even

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पाउस कधीचा पडतोझाडांची हलती पानेहलकेच जाग मज अालीदु:खाच्या मंद सुराने.डोळ्यात उतरले पाणीपाण्यावर डोळे फिरतीरक्ताचा उडला पाराया नितळ उताणीवरती.पेटून कशी उजळेनाही शुभ्र फुलांची ज्वालाताऱ्यांच्या प्रहरापाशीपाउस असा कोसळला.संदिग्ध घरांच्या अोळीअाकाश ढवळतो वारामाझ्याच किनाऱ्यावरतीलाटांचा अाज पहारा.This flame of Dazzling flowersBeen raining for a whileOn trees the moving leafI'm woken up so gentlyby a

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The persistence of memory, and reverieshines hot in the smelly musicfrom under the fiddle of your petal whisperThey tar and feather those dreamswith Bad girl and sordid drooling.Yet you are a delicate purple symphonyafter I sing.

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When we together but separatewalk friendly footsteps on alien sands, The half moon melts it’s fledgling silver romance on hazy ripplesunsure if the water is ready for a tidegiving form to our dither...When your stride becomes urchinand smiles turn to gigglesthe wine unleashes my warmseductive caresses surreptitiously on your cheeksin ardent crimson blotches of my veiled desire... When I walk away

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If you long jealouslyto inhale the subcutaneous glow that whirls in me And offer your ear to the contagious feelingsof the first realization...Then sneak up on memy dear fecunditywith your elliptic waist, and nibble all overthe ratty craven noncore withyour sharp tongue,so survives only glistening spine and writhing nerve...and my vigorous spirit.The sole new direction in the tangled darkness of

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In the mood for loveThis film, based on a short story, left me quivering. The premise is that of two neighbors in 1947 hong kong who find out that their respective partners are having an affair. But it really is a exploration of how attraction sits much deeper in our subconscious than feelings of pride or social obligation, and can creep up on us, through holes and crevices that we subconsciously

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Ultra-sonic screams“love me, please!” I can only shout them Cerebellum to cerebrumId to egoAnd not without jack on the rocks. My head a puffer fishbloated with hope andtoxic with envy.You eat it raw wasabi and soya green perfidyin a sour brown sea.Grief rises like beer headI slurp it inWithout spilling a drop…And pour some more.Close the taps! honeybunon the reservoir of guiltYou are inebriated

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No te amo (I don't love you)No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacioo flecha de claveles que propagan en fuego.te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.Te amo como la planta que no florece y llevadentro de sí, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpoel apretado aroma que ascendió de la tierra.Te amo sin saber

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About the Author: Julio cortázar(1914-1984) is famous for his fantastical short stories. His stories always have an element of craziness or insanity. Hallucinations and illusions are also used regularly to create a atmosphere of mystery in which reality merges with imagination. One of his first stories to gain popularity was casa tomada (a taken over house) from the collection Bestiario. The

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A Long Distance Relationship that will last foreverUpdate: This entry was written right after running a marathon. A person tends to be highly sentimental and elated after running for 4 hours and 26 miles, as anyone who is done it will tell you. I am not as emotional as I sound in what follows but I have kept this entry just to reminisce once in a while.November 20, 2005. For most people this was

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Parting - Bertolt Brecht Der Abschied Wir umarmen uns.Ich fasse reichen StoffDu fassest armen.Die Umarmung ist schnellDu gehst zu einem MahlHinter mir sind die Schergen.Wir sprechen vom Wetter und von unsererDauernden Freundschaft. Alles andereWäre zu bitter. Parting We embrace.Rich cloth under my fingersWhile yours touch poor fabric.A quick embraceYou were invited for dinnerWhile the minions of

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Abysssssssmal...How would you feel if your day goes like this:you wake up because of a phone call. Hoping that it's from back home you run to pick it up only to find that it's the good for nothing lady with a voice like that of a cat with a fish cartilage stuck in her throat trying to sell you direcTV for the 100th time.You can't go back to sleep because now you are terribly hungry.You go down to

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On Girlfriends and Thesis Guides Chaitanya S Guttikar * This article describes the uncanny congruences between the way a relationship develops between a boy & a girl and a Grad student & his/her thesis guide. We assume that the graduate student is from Mathematics/ Physics departments or other departments where he/she is not already associated with a thesis guide before he/

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Mothers !Here is a peice of a standard conversation that takes place between an Indian Mother and her "child" in the US doing his/per Ph.D. C: Hallo Aai* M: Hallo, Have you had dinner ?C: No. I just came back from the dept. Now I will cook some dal and eat.M: It's neccessary that you have dinner on time. It's not good for your health to skip meals. What did you have for lunch ? C: Buffalo

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The Canal and the CanoeToday was the day for a canoe trip down the princeton canal. Oh, wait a minute... When I say canal, are you thinking about a dull and ugly brown water body carrying all the grime and grimaces of poor people and industrial waste let into it by powerful businessmen blended into a homogenious poison eating everything that came it's way like a boa constrictor let loose (Well

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Surely, you are all criminals Mr. Feynman!I have discussed this with friends so many times - How could the great scientists like Feynman and others live with the burden of an atomic bomb weighing on their conscience or was it that they realized how horrible the effects were only after the bomb was dropped ? This email from Prof. Shivshankar of Chennai Math. Institute answers it quite aptly. (The

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Life Cycle of a theoretical physicist This is funny. And quite close to the truth, if you have ever studied Quantum Field Theory. Read it till the end even if you don't understand what the person is talking about...

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On Bhel, Samosa, Wada Pav, Cutting Chai etc. What is the first thing one feels like doing, after months of starvation and undernutrition at the hands of university food services ? Of course, you feel like having a nice hot and spicy wada pav with a cutting tea at a bus drivers' canteen. So that's what Hoga and I did as soon as we got the chance. So here we were, eating samosa and wada pav and

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The Surprise that was Home!I don't know what was more heartening.Was it the brightest expression on Amya's face with eyes popping out like lemons and mouth agape, dumbstruck with surprise, as he came arround the garden fence to give me a rib-crunching hug and damned me with some of the most creative explatives that I have ever heard in "Amchi Marathi" Or the speachless happiness with which Aai

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Drink Cognac ! If you're frustru and you know it, drink Cognac.If you could not watch THE GURU, drink CognacIf frustration starts to accrue, drink Cognac.If the graphs are highly random,You're stuck with a conundrum,just sign ONE memorandum,drink Cognac !If your tax refund is pending, drink cognac.If you have no bucks for spending, drink cognac.If nervous breakdown is near,and torment is severe,

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Spring or Fall ? The spring has started in Princeton (the spring break is over) and it seems it's the Fall season for girls, as many of them have started shading their clothes and showing their colours. The campus suddenly looks full of smooth legs and bare shoulders !

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