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There should be a freshness/expiration date on some of these threads. :rolleyes:

No - the newbs just need to learn to read and follow directions. :rolleyes: I swear we need a separate giant sticky along the lines of:

ATTN newbs: if your primary interest is in increasing your post count, visit the Playground post haste! Bon voyage!
 
thanksgiving is only 2 weeks away and i find myself unable to give thanks for being employed...cuz i'm not.

ed

Aww Ed, I'm sorry to hear that. Sending positive thoughts your way and hoping like hell things turn around real soon for you. :kiss:
 
No - the newbs just need to learn to read and follow directions. :rolleyes: I swear we need a separate giant sticky along the lines of:

ATTN newbs: if your primary interest is in increasing your post count, visit the Playground post haste! Bon voyage!

Some of the ones I see resurrected must be deeply buried. You'd really have to dig. For a variety of reasons, it's irritating.

I sound like a crotchety old woman. Possibly because I am. ;)
 
Some of the ones I see resurrected must be deeply buried. You'd really have to dig. For a variety of reasons, it's irritating.

I sound like a crotchety old woman. Possibly because I am. ;)

Oh, I'm with you on that one. Nah - you're not crotchety, you're just discerning. :p
 
I was reading this and it made think of you...I love you


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 veces yo también la quería.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

Oir la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.

Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.
La noche esta estrellada y ella no está conmigo.

Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.

La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.

De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Porque en noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Aunque este sea el ultimo dolor que ella me causa,
y estos sean los ultimos versos que yo le escribo.
 
I dont understand why you're a bit upset because I said I didnt want you here today. You're the one that completely forgot about being here, despite my calling this morning to remind you. You're the one that didnt feel the need to apologize for forgetting or not calling to say you wouldnt be here. I'm failing to see how this is my fault and why I should be the one to just forget about it and move on. All I wanted to do today if I saw you was scream and yell at you, which I wont do in front of other people. You should feel bad for forgetting. You forget a lot and I let it go when I shouldnt. I guess this time was just a little bit too much from you.
 
i've been known to do that with abbreviations, you know...

[trout-smacks BG again, cuz it's addictive]

:D
 
I just get so ridiculously happy when I see good, old friends pass through here. Even ones with a stinky old fish.

[wipes fish guts off my face. Again.]

All this trout smacking is going to give me a haddock.
 
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