Without soccer, life sucks.
Ohne Fußball, Das Leben ist Scheiße!
144559991SM148_FC_Bayern_Mu by prismatico on Flickr.
Ian by I Love June on Flickr.
Futbol Chileno by Juan Eduardo Donoso on Flickr.
Futbol trapezoïdal by aurearamon on Flickr.
Fútbol by Martiño Pinal on Flickr.
Spring Weekend
The seed kills Time
While laying dormant in the crevest.
Life taps,
The tip of the seed,
With it’s patient might.
Exposed and deceptively freed-
Growing foolishly,
When Time and seed,
Are meant not,
A misconception sought.
And yet,
The clock ticks
And watches with it’s omniscient
eyes.
Never with feeling,
As it slowly, forever watches
as everything dies,
Only to watch another
Seeds life begin,
During a Spring Weekend.
-M. Karl L.Z.
Why don't you ever stay friends with your ex's ?
AnonymousThe FF rule.
Bent Grass
As the time passes,
Wind waves on through,
The seagull too,
Cuts cold, in two,
Diving,
There the seagull lands
On the grass, a pillow,
Then again,
There’s a willow
On the high hill.
Such dilemma,
No matter,
The seagull decisively calls,
“I leave you now
Bent, and askew,
I’ll be back to you,
The green ocean
Is where the fish lives
I’ll return,
With my scaly wings,
I’ll return
When love brings spring.”
