יום שני, 31 במאי 2010
30-05-2010
Our house, was our castle and our keep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, that was where we used to sleep
Our House / Madness
יום חמישי, 27 במאי 2010
27-05-2010
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
Romeo & Juliet / William Shakespeare
יום רביעי, 26 במאי 2010
26-05-2010
After all, he said to himself, it's probably only insomnia. Many must have it.
A Clean, Well-Lighted Place* / Ernest Hemingway
*inspiration to use the text is from here
יום ראשון, 23 במאי 2010
יום חמישי, 13 במאי 2010
12-05-2010
Instead, Pullman has looked around at this broken universe of ours, in its naturalistic tatters, and has indicated, like Satan pointing to the place on which Pandemonium will rise, the site of our truest contemporary narratives of the Fall: in the lives, in the bodies and souls, of our children.
On Demons & Dust / Maps and Legends / Michael Chabon
יום שלישי, 11 במאי 2010
11-05-2010
את נשכחת. עיני המראה עצומות.
בחדרי העולם הגדולים, הריקים,
גם צחוקך יבהל מעצמו.
את הלילה שלך מרגיעים / נתן אלתרמן / בביצוע של יוסי בנאי*
* 5 שנים למותו
יום שני, 10 במאי 2010
10-05-2010
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay
Monday's Child
יום חמישי, 6 במאי 2010
יום ראשון, 2 במאי 2010
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