*Ñïàñèáî Poets of the Fall Community çà ïåðåâîä.
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Poets - Tour Diaries - Part 12
Imp vs. Relaxation
You know that feeling when you wake up like a ton of lead? Like when sleep is still clinging to you like an imp and all his cousins. And according to its nature that imp pokes you in the nose and tickles your upper lip just as you’re about to fall asleep again. And you start and go, ”Hmpf? What now…? But it’s so nice and comfy under the duvet, that you don’t want to get up yet. But the day is already calling you, welcoming you, with it’s garish torch. Until finally, you ooze out of bed like molasses. Slow. But maybe slow is not such a bad thing. After all, it’s kind of the prerequisite of relaxation. And I’d wager, it’s great to be relaxed. Ever notice how being relaxed yourself puts everyone around you in the same feel good mood? And how the opposite just winds everybody else up as well, and then everything is up shit creek - phew. So yeah… relaxed… good. It puts extra seconds to your minutes, relaxation. Gives you the opportunity to think before you act, pick and choose your words, see more, experience deeper. A heck of a bag of bonuses, I’d say. A good way to relax yourself is taking some deep breaths for a while, almost to the point of yawning, though not yawning. Okay, I’m already yawning. Are you yawning? It’s catchy, yawning, right? Don’t think about yawning. Don’t think about yawning. Haha! Well, there you go. Have a relaxed day. -Marko
Ïîýòû - Ãàñòðîëüíûå äíåâíèêè - ×àñòü 12
Áåñåíîê vs. Ðàññëàáëåíèå
Âàì çíàêîìî òî ÷óâñòâî, êîãäà âû ïðîñûïàåòåñü, ñëîâíî òîííà ñâèíöà? Êàê áóäòî ñîí âñå åùå öåïëÿåòñÿ çà âàñ, êàê áåñåíîê è âñå åãî ðîäñòâåííèêè. È â ñîîòâåòñòâèè ñî ñâîåé ïðèðîäîé ýòîò áåñåíîê òû÷åò âàñ â íîñ è ùåêî÷åò âåðõíþþ ãóáó êàê ðàç â òîò ìîìåíò, êîãäà âû ñîáèðàåòåñü ñíîâà çàñíóòü. È âû âçäðàãèâàåòå è òàêèå: "Õìì? È ÷òî òåïåðü?..." Íî ïîä îäåÿëîì òàê õîðîøî è óþòíî, ÷òî âñòàâàòü ïîêà íå õî÷åòñÿ. Íî äåíü óæå çîâåò âàñ, ïðèâåòñòâóåò âàñ ñâîèì ÿðêèì ôàêåëîì. Ïîêà, íàêîíåö, âû íå ïðîñà÷èâàåòåñü èç ïîñòåëè, ñëîâíî ïàòîêà.
Ìåäëåííî.
Íî, ìîæåò áûòü, ìåäëèòåëüíîñòü - ýòî íå òàê óæ è ïëîõî. Â êîíöå êîíöîâ, ýòî ñâîåãî ðîäà ïðåäïîñûëêà ê ðàññëàáëåíèþ. È äåðæó ïàðè, ÷òî áûòü ðàññëàáëåííûì - ýòî çäîðîâî.
Âû çàìå÷àëè, ÷òî åñëè âû ñàìè ðàññëàáëåíû, ýòî ïðèâîäèò â òàêîå æå õîðîøåå íàñòðîåíèå âñåõ âîêðóã? À ïðîòèâîïîëîæíîå ñîñòîÿíèå ïðîñòî âûâîäèò èç ñåáÿ âñåõ îñòàëüíûõ, è òîãäà âñå â ïîëíîì äåðüìå - òüôó.
Òàê ÷òî äà... ðàññëàáëåííîñòü... ïðèÿòíî.
Ðàññëàáëåíèå äîáàâëÿåò äîïîëíèòåëüíûå ñåêóíäû ê âàøèì ìèíóòàì. Äàåò âàì âîçìîæíîñòü äóìàòü, ïðåæäå ÷åì äåéñòâîâàòü, áûòü ðàçáîð÷èâûìè â ñëîâàõ, âèäåòü áîëüøå, ïåðåæèâàòü ãëóáæå. ×åðòîâñêè ìíîãî áîíóñîâ, ÿ áû ñêàçàë.
Õîðîøèé ñïîñîá ðàññëàáèòüñÿ - â òå÷åíèå íåêîòîðîãî âðåìåíè ñäåëàòü íåñêîëüêî ãëóáîêèõ âäîõîâ, ïî÷òè äî çåâîòû, íî íå çåâàÿ. Ëàäíî, ÿ óæå çåâàþ. À âû çåâàåòå? Çåâîòà çàðàçèòåëüíà, ïðàâäà? Íå äóìàéòå î çåâîòå. Íå äóìàéòå î çåâîòå.
Õà-õà!
Íó, âîò è âñå. Ðàññëàáëåííîãî âàì äíÿ.
-Ìàðêî