<b>МИР НЕ НУЖДАЕТСЯ В ГРАНИЦАХ</b>

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Mensagem de Amor Pablo Neruda

Antes de amar-te, amor, nada era meu Vacilei pelas ruas e as coisas: Nada contava nem tinha nome: O mundo era do ar que esperava. E conheci salões cinzentos, Túneis habitados pela lua, Hangares cruéis que se despediam, Perguntas que insistiam na areia. Tudo estava vazio, morto e mudo, Caído, abandonado e decaído, Tudo era inalteravelmente alheio, Tudo era dos outros e de ninguém, Até que tua beleza e tua pobreza De dádivas encheram o outono.Ganhe dinheiro trabalhando em casa

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O que faço? Tudo esta igual… Suas lembranças me fazem chorar, Me esforço para não pensar, Mas meu coração vai mal! É grande demais essa paixão. Esse amor só sabe me destruir! Quero fugir da vida, desta solidão, Encontrar um cantinho só para dormir. Quero o silêncio para esquecer sua voz, Deixar os lábios mudos, sem dizer nada, Já não leio poesia para não pensar em nós. Aqui perguntam por você a toda hora… Vou dar ordem para não falar seu nome. Sinto muito! Preciso colocar um fim

O que faço? Tudo esta igual… Suas lembranças me fazem chorar, Me esforço para não pensar, Mas meu coração vai mal! É grande demais essa paixão. Esse amor só sabe me destruir! Quero fugir da vida, desta solidão, Encontrar um cantinho só para dormir. Quero o silêncio para esquecer sua voz, Deixar os lábios mudos, sem dizer nada, Já não leio poesia para não pensar em nós. Aqui perguntam por você a toda hora… Vou dar ordem para não falar seu nome. Sinto muito! Preciso colocar um fim agora.como ganhar dinheiro com adsense

Found On Water Barrel

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Gray Tree Frog

This handsome fellow was hanging out on my water barrel. This is the same water barrel that is inexplicably full of tadpoles. There are Many Fewer Tadpoles Now.

I have a suspicion that he might be involved. But that’s okay. At least the tadpoles are being useful. (I have transferred as many to the pond as possible, but the remaining few are avoiding the Official Tadpole Transferring Pitcher.*) The alternative is that they expire in the water barrel or somehow grow to froghood on a near-nonexistant food supply, and I was feeling kinda guilty about them.

The gray tree frog seems to think that a water barrel is THE place to hang out during a hot day, since it’s damp and shady, so I’ve been leaving the top cracked for him to get in and out.

*I am not allowed to use it in the house anymore.

Originally published at Squash's Garden. You can comment here or there.

The New Veggie Bed!

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Ta-da!

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Made of eighty-five concrete drystone wall blocks (the kind with the little lip so that the top ones can’t slide off the one underneath in response to pressure from behind) and holding a little over a cubic yard of dirt. I did it all myself with my little red wheelbarrow and my little Pontiac Vibe. (Okay, the dirt was delivered, but I still had to truck it from the front yard in the wheelbarrow!) For those keeping track at home, that means I moved well over a ton of materials in the wheelbarrow, over the course of a week.

Stamina. I haz it.

It gets more or less full sun (more toward the front), but is in partial shade in the afternoon, which is actually what you want for veggies down here, since the afternoon heat is merciless. I don’t know if it’ll take tomatoes, but I plan to plant beans, carrots, daikons and beets to start, and maybe some lettuce is in the shadier bits around back. There are a couple of small gaps in the stone, mostly at the corners, owing to the wedge-shaped nature of the beast, and I’ll finally have a spot to tuck a few of those little species that all say “Try planting in the cracks of a drystone wall!” Well, HA! I finally have a drystone wall—sort of—and I WILL so THERE!*

It’s not as big as my main veggie bed that wraps around the deck, but it’s over a foot deep, which is amazing compared to the other beds. (A scant few inches of topsoil and compost over clay subsoil. We do not double dig here. We do not even single-dig. We break our shovels and burst into tears.)  I’m hopeful for the root vegetables this time—I’ve managed small beets in the other beds, and I’m trying Parisenne carrots there this year—but it’s so nice to finally have a space where I’m pretty confident I can do real, finicky, must-have-deep-loose-soil root vegetables.

The rest of the garden in this shot is not very attractive at the moment. Winter is visually much harsher down here. (I never realized how many sins snow hides.) Most of my efforts have been on the front yard, which has nice dried grasses and evergreen Carolina jessamine, but this patch is…rough. Oh, well. I will eventually get some evergreens back here to break up the monotony of dead oak leaves and to disguise the chain link fence, but frankly, there’s only so much you can do in such an aggressively deciduous climate.

But—NEW VEGGIE BED! Woohoo!

*I may be retaining some small bitterness after all these years.

Originally published at Squash's Garden. You can comment here or there.

Saint of Bulls

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Not dead, just very busy!

I am running around like a chicken with my head cut off, trying to write a book, edit another book, do art for an anthology, prep for two cons and one gallery show, and get mulch down before the Japanese stiltgrass Eats The World. (Nasty weed. Nasty, nasty weed.) And also I just made major progress on the Patio That Shall Not Be Named, which will soon be ready for a layer of gravel. Woo!

In lieu of anything clever, have a painting.

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Saint of Bulls, mixed media on board, 8 x 12. My scanner hates blue, he’s actually more turquoise and has stronger contrasts, but eh, what can you do?

He’s going to Anthrocon, and I actually kinda hope he doesn’t sell so that I can use him in the gallery show, which is the great trap of shows—”AUGGH! I love money! But I need to fill this wall! But money! AUAUUUGH!”—and then when you say “But ALL MY ART SOLD! What will I doooooo!?” you get no sympathy from anyone, except occasionally other artists.

Ahem.

Now I have to go mail things and maybe get some gravel. I will be sane again after Anthrocon. For a value of sane.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.

VIVIMETALIUN

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VIVIMETALIUN (vivimetaliun)

Localização: Kyzyl-Kiya

私は再びすべてが新しい欲しい。私は恐怖を感じることはありません。私はもっ​​と自分自身を与えたいと思う、私は、もっともっと遊びが大好きです。
あなたが倒れるまで走行。私は世界を残したい。私は週末のビーチを求めています。友人を楽しみ、さらにそれらを抱きしめる。私はより多くの映画を見て、より多くのポップコーンを食べたい、続きを読む。詳細を入手してください。私は新しい仕事をしたい。私は、私をあまり遅くしないそんなに心配しませんでした。私は一人暮らし、私は平和の瞬間を持っています。私はもっ​​と踊りたい。もっと将鍋を食べて、早く目を覚ますと、多くを救い。 、もっと笑顔少ない泣く、より役立つ。もっと考えると少ないと思います。自転車の上を歩く。より頻繁に公園に行く。私は幸せになりたい、私は平和を望む、私は別のタトゥーをしたい。私はさらに見てみたい。多くの毛をカットします。より多くの日より雨風呂に入る。私はより多くを集中する必要がある、意識が混濁したmais.Nãoもう待ちたい、私はもっとやりたい、もっと汗が、より多くを歌う。私はより多くの人々に会いたいと思う。私はちょうど十分に前方と後方を見てみたい。私は悲しみなくても、彼は苦しみ、笑顔と抱擁なさ彼の目に見える。私はあまり言い訳を聞くほど、罪悪感を感じる。私はより多くのゴ​​ロを望むより少し石鹸を務める。私はあまり、多くをあえて、続きを頼む受け入れる。以上を試してみてください。私は以下をしたい “ではなく”。私はホームシックに感じることはありません。私はもっ​​と、他のすべてをしたい。 “そして、出てくるか、来なければならないでしょう残りかどうかは来る”

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