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Silence

Silence, white silence, dead silence, the slow death that haunts this silence that flattens, which grabs the heart and crush it, which forced silence music that calls a dead start, alarm clock, the blues or a symphony thundering, agreements that slide on the neck of a guitar or disagreements scholars bossa nova, a silence that is biding his time, who knows silence louder than all the blues, all the symphonies, all songs, all major organs of the call to God.

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Oh ...

Soon we will plunge into the cold darkness
Farewell, bright light our summers are too short! I can already hear
fall with funereal
Wood resounding on the pavement of course.

All winter will return to my being: anger, hatred
, chills, horror, hard and forced
And as the sun in his hell polar
My heart will be more than a block frozen red .

I listen with a shudder each falling log
The gallows being built has no duller sound.
My mind is like a tower, which unsuccessful
Under the blows of the ram tireless and heavy.

It seems to me, lulled by this monotonous, they are nailing
in a coffin somewhere.
To whom? - Yesterday was the summer here in the fall!
This mysterious noise sounds like a departure.

- Charles Baudelaire

Soon We Shall plunge Into the cold darkness;

Farewell, vivid brightness of Our short-lived summers!
Already I Hear the dismal sound of firewood
Falling With A clatter On The courtyard paving.


All Winter Will Possess my being: Wrath,
Hate, horror, shivering, hard, forced Labor,
And, like the sun in his polar Hades,
My heart will be no more than a frozen red block.


All atremble I listen to each falling log;
The building of a scaffold has no duller sound.
My spirit resembles the tower which crumbles
Under the tireless blows of the battering ram.


It seems to me, lulled by these monotonous shocks,
That somewhere they're nailing a coffin, in great haste.
For whom? — Yesterday was summer; here is autumn
That mysterious noise sounds like a departure.

— Charles Baudelaire

A week ago I went to Haapsalu with my class. It's a very nice small town in Estonia, with many lovely thrift stores. In the first picture I'm with my school's hat, becuse it is taken on the birthday of our school. So I don't wear it every day.
PS! It started snowing here today, so Yay for me:)

last week's pictures from Haapsalu.

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Dreams

Dreams join the sky, the sky of stars missed extinct stars, stars that shine still a little soft in the black mass that needs to be explored, the soft black mass in which sparkle with tiny white stars, the sky faded dreams, dreams washed away by the time past, dreams that believe the illusions have to hang up, no doubt unnecessary acrobatics between bursts of anger have finally penetrated the soft black mass, the dark sky of aborted dreams, stars at the end of the race, of lives that appear and disappear, their work useless to the work, shaping, fantastic forms, which escape fantastic sometimes ideas, words, of those intangible things that have escaped big bang, the big bang, the explosion in initial blast to ordinary, buggery lead to chaos, the laws of thermodynamics, entropy who panics, the panic of crowds, crowds angry mobs war, crowds en route to the big bang end, the little bang to their poor measurement.

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join the sky All is said

says it all, everything is said, in an ultra-slow explosion back images, smells, sounds, tastes of the past moments, moments of childhood in the face opposite that I'm lost, erased forever, all is said, everything is marked in there for me and one day will be lost for good when the electricity will cease to circulate in my tracks, everything is repeated, directed, redirected digested, redigested everything is annealing, which feeds the circuits in ultra-slow explosion back the fragile images that I would like catalog, final attempt, useless effort, everything is already said, everything is repeated, everything remains in me, nothing can spread if not these few words say all is said, that everything is going to fail, that all glory is vain, even the glory of illusory memories, everything disappears now, everything disappears, everything goes black hole.

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Nothing new under the sun

"nullity of void," says Ecclesiastes,
"nullity nullity, everything is null and void!" What does it profit a man
all his trouble, which he himself is afflicted
under the sun?

's going to bend the knee and the people should be, but the earth remains forever

. And

sun rises and the sun goes down and goes back to her place, where he
rises again. The wind blows south

half and twisted towards the north;
keereldes by rotating the wind blows
and restart your tour.
All rivers flowing into the sea, but the sea is not full of
;
place where the rivers are flowing, they are increasingly flowing into
.
all the things that tiring,
can no talk:

seeing eye is saturated and does not fill the ear of hearing.
What has been, it's going to be, and
that is done, it is yet -
is nothing new under the sun.
Koguja, Vana Testament

"Meaningless! Meaningless!"
says the Teacher.
"Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless."
What does man gain from all his labor at
which he toils under the sun?
Generations come and generations go,
but the earth remains forever.
The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises.
The wind blows to the south
and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
ever returning on its course.
All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
there they return again.
All things are wearisome,
more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing.
What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.
                 Ecclesiastes, The Old Testament

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Happy Day at our school!

the flag of our School:

the motorcycle per totam vitam estote Probi.
age: 89 years

heraldry:

anthem "Love Plasir"

foreign languages: the french, English and Russian

Professors: ... are very good. (At least most of them)

Vive Le French School in Tallinn!

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