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 Marginalisimus
Год за годом как хокку.Музыка для медитаций Даги Джонса по мотивам хокку Бориса АкунинаЧетверг, 26 Июня 2025 г. 20:54 (ссылка)
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Marginalisimus
My dear human, I see you’re crying because it’s time for me to go.Вторник, 03 Июня 2025 г. 23:47 (ссылка)Это цитата сообщения Long_Life Оригинальное сообщение
My dear human, I see you’re crying because it’s time for me to go. This poem is so beautiful    My dear human, I see you’re crying because it’s time for me to go. But please… don’t cry. Let me explain something to you. I know you’re heartbroken, but I want you to know — I’m not sad. I’m grateful. Grateful that I got to meet you. So many dogs never get that chance… to feel loved, to be part of a family, to be someone’s everything. But I did. I had you. I know you’re thinking you could’ve done more — but please don’t blame yourself. You gave me a home, a name, your time, your kindness, your love. And that’s more than many ever get. You gave me a beautiful life, even if it feels like it ended too soon. We animals, we don’t live in the past or worry about the future — we live in the moment. And every moment with you was filled with love. That’s when my real life began… the day I met you. So please, don’t cry for me. I leave with a heart full of joy. I remember your voice, your touch, the warmth of your home — our home. You were my whole world. Wipe your tears, and try to smile again. Because there are others like me, waiting for someone just like you. Please… give them what you gave me. They need it, just like I did. And you? You have so much love to give. Thank you, my angel without wings. I’ll be waiting — on the other side of the rainbow
Long_Life
My dear human, I see you’re crying because it’s time for me to go.Суббота, 31 Мая 2025 г. 21:31 (ссылка)
This poem is so beautiful My dear human, I see you’re crying because it’s time for me to go. But please… don’t cry. Let me explain something to you. I know you’re heartbroken, but I want you to know — I’m not sad. I’m grateful. Grateful that I got to meet you. So many dogs never get that chance… to feel loved, to be part of a family, to be someone’s everything. But I did. I had you. I know you’re thinking you could’ve done more — but please don’t blame yourself. You gave me a home, a name, your time, your kindness, your love. And that’s more than many ever get. You gave me a beautiful life, even if it feels like it ended too soon. We animals, we don’t live in the past or worry about the future — we live in the moment. And every moment with you was filled with love. That’s when my real life began… the day I met you. So please, don’t cry for me. I leave with a heart full of joy. I remember your voice, your touch, the warmth of your home — our home. You were my whole world. Wipe your tears, and try to smile again. Because there are others like me, waiting for someone just like you. Please… give them what you gave me. They need it, just like I did. And you? You have so much love to give. Thank you, my angel without wings. I’ll be waiting — on the other side of the rainbow
Long_Life
You are getting old...Пятница, 24 Мая 2025 г. 00:30 (ссылка)
You are getting old, I know But you'll always be my baby. I still see the mischievous puppy in your tired eyes, he's in there somewhere. My faithful friend, who has stood next to me through everything. I'm standing by you now, until the end, and in the ever after. Your love and loyalty is deeper than ever, your love of life , in spite of your need to slow down, is inspiring.. we will take each step through the next phase of our journey together. We will walk the path side by side. I will always do right by you , as you have done by me. My love, my rock , you are a part of me. Your place can never be filled, so I'm living the rest of your days appreciating what you have brought to my life. I know we were meant to find each other and for that I'm so grateful...
Long_Life
My SenseiЧетверг, 24 Апреля 2025 г. 23:11 (ссылка)
My Sensei How his plaintive voice beckons someone---me below furrowed brow and weathered face, he looks --wise eyes searching through fogget lenses as he lay in the pooling blood on the ground where forefathers had born his family Past the puakenikeni trees, through the tangle of heliconia, red ginger, past long rows of ti and over lava rocks terraces I scramble before I can find him --at the foot of a once giant banana tree; he lies with machete in his knee. The dogs lays, whimpering at his side... His stained white sailor hat and glasses on the ground by his head...the fallen tree across his stomach still oozing...already making worn palaka shirt indelibly brown. As I lift the felled banana tree of him, the raspy voice returns, reassuring me-- resuming Life...I retrieve his hat and glasses; and with banana leaves, I secure his leg-- the long black blade still lodged in his knee. I stand the tall, slender farmer to his feet, wiping his hands of the banana foam. I search the patch for the path just made; then, gently lifting the man and calling the dog, I take my sensei to our home.
Long_Life
Alone I sit by the door,Суббота, 03 Августа 2024 г. 17:28 (ссылка)
Long_Life
Ты меня никогда- никогда...? Ты меня никому-никому....?Среда, 04 Июля 2024 г. 01:36 (ссылка)
Ты меня никогда- никогда.....? Ты меня никому-никому....? И что стар - для тебя ерунда? Могу верить всегда и всему?
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