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Когда у людей день рождения, они веселятся и радуются. Я, наверное, один из них.
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Rыsя 24 мая 2002, 00:18:22

Паздравлять! Почти ровесники мы :-).

Алексей Тихонов 21 апреля 2002, 00:47:21

урааа!

Alex Solomin 21 апреля 2002, 00:48:17

С Днём!!!

StALS 21 апреля 2002, 00:48:23

Веселой жизни и в будни! :-{))

IUnknown 21 апреля 2002, 01:04:49

!

Аноним 21 апреля 2002, 01:09:50

Greetings! :-D

Аноним 21 апреля 2002, 01:17:58

я заметила: все талантливые овны - гении. и еще они радуются, когда за них радуются, и вместе с ними радуются,и вокруг них радуются, и вообще они жизнерадостные! с чем я нас всех и поздравляю. это тост!

Vladimirovich 21 апреля 2002, 01:21:40

Совсем, кстати, не факт - для меня день рождения очень грустный праздник. А так - поздравляю.
(7) 21 апреля - это уже телец. Мне это хорошо известно. Сам, вроде как...

Tka 21 апреля 2002, 01:26:30

eee..., ну вообщем не важно что не понятно у кого ДР , с етим ДР его :)

emb 21 апреля 2002, 01:32:06

проздравляю

simka 21 апреля 2002, 01:53:46

сднё мраш де ня пух & let it be glorious day indeed

Cosma 21 апреля 2002, 02:35:06

Кампай!

Тамара Бабасёва 21 апреля 2002, 03:43:47

ура! с тебя тортик

Ша.Мэ.Дэ. 21 апреля 2002, 04:29:21

костя. с днем рождения!! :)

Shadowtones 21 апреля 2002, 06:15:37

всего! :)

Marina Black 21 апреля 2002, 08:30:07

Костька!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Marina Black 21 апреля 2002, 08:32:00

Time, you beckon. Before\
You were\
Perfect space,\
Open prairie.\
Today\
You are\
A thread, a drop,\
A slender light\
Scurrying like a hare toward thickets\
Of concave night.\
But \
Now\
You’re telling me, time, what \
you didn’t tell me before.\

Go ahead, get going,\
Give your heart a rest.\
Go ahead and sing your song.\

I’m still the same, aren’t I? The one\
Who knows the river\
By the way its water flows?\
All I know is this: in that very place\
My heart has been knocking\
At a single\
Door,\
Knocking since yesterday, from afar,\
Since long ago,\
Since my birth –\

That place\
Where the dark echo\
Of the singing\
Sea\
Answers, I sing,\
An echo\
I only\
Know\
By its blind hissing,\
By lightning\
Striking\
The waves,\
By waves’ thick froth in the night.\

And so, time,\
You’ve sized me up in vain.\
In vain have you hurried\
To stay a step ahead\
Of this wanderer.\

I spent entire night\
By a single door.\
I was alone, and singing.\

And now\
While your light thins\
Like a speeding animal\
Fading into shadow,\
Only now do you tell me\
Plainly\
What you didn’t show me\
But I’ve always known.\

Neruda

Sanzoku 21 апреля 2002, 09:22:09

С днем рождения!!! Пойти что-ли выпить сакэ за твое здоровье :).

chesh 21 апреля 2002, 12:51:16

туп-пурум-пурум-пум-пум!!!

OK 21 апреля 2002, 12:53:49

С ДР! Урррррра!:)))

Аlpаuk 21 апреля 2002, 15:28:53

КУНСТ!!!!!!!!! пам-барабам-барабам-бам-бам!!!!!!

Аноним 21 апреля 2002, 22:42:46

K-C: your sunshine bandie`d face :))..tried calling 3 x`s...1: delerium of familial russian, 2: beep-beep-beep-beep...3: white noice...oh well, words as thought, as bottles (white, red, green yellow) filled with love...after emptied.....that you maybe be colorful drunk, drunk on color of O`s smile, Fydor`s color breath, the wide, wide starryskin between the space of the 3 of you...nothing less then love, nothing more then smiles...c deno razzzd-etc :)) <br>
<br>
A crystal willow, chopo of water,
a high jet that the wind is nauseated,
a planted but dancing affluent tree,
to walk of river that is curved,
it advances, it backs down, it gives a roundup
and it always arrives:
to walk calm
of star or spring without it prewalls,
water that with the closed eyelids
it flows all the night prophecies,
unanimous presence in surge,
wave after wave until covering it everything,
green sovereignty without decline
like the glare of the wings
when they are opened in half of the sky,
to walk between the thicknesses
of the future days and the ill-fated one
fulgor of the misfortune like a bird
petrifying the forest with its song
and the imminent congratulations
between the branches that vanish,
hours of light that prick the birds already,
omens that escape of the hand,

a presence as a sudden song,
like the wind singing in the fire,
a glance that maintains in vilo
to the world with its seas and their mounts,
body of light filtered by an agate,
legs of light, belly of light, bays,
solar rock, body cloud color,
by day fast color that jumps,
the centellea hour and has body,
the world already is visible by your body,
he is transparent by your transparency,

I go between galleries of sounds,
I flow between the resonant presences,
I go by the transparencies as a blind person,
a reflection me flock, I am born in another one,
oh forest of enchanted pillars,
under the arcs of the light I penetrate
the runners of a diaphanous autumn,

I go by your body like by the world,
your belly is a sunny seat,
your chests two churches where it celebrates
the blood its parallel mysteries,
my glances cover to you like yedra,
you are a city that the sea besieges,
a wall that the light divides
in two halves of color peach tree,
a place of salt, rocks and birds
under the law of the engrossed noon,

dressed the color of my desires
as my thought you go undresses,
I go by your eyes like by the water,
the tigers drink dream of those eyes,
the colibr&#237; is burned in those flames,
I go by your front like by the moon,
like the cloud by your thought,
I go by your belly like by your dreams,

your maize skirt undulates and sings,
your crystal skirt, your water skirt,
your lips, your hair, your glances,
all the night you rain, all the day
you open my chest with your water fingers,
you close my eyes with your water mouth,
on my bones you rain, in my chest
a liquid tree sinks roots of water,

I go by your figure as by a river,
I go by your body like by a forest,
like by a footpath in the mountain
that in an abrupt abyss it is finished
I go by your sharpened thoughts
and when coming out of your white in front
my despe&#241;ada shade is destroyed,
I gather my fragments one by one
and I continue without body, I look for gropingly,

endless runners of the memory,
doors opened to an empty hall
where all the summers rot,
the jewels of the thirst burn to the bottom,
face vanished when remembering it,
hand that undoes if I touch it,
hairs of spiders in tumult
on smiles of many years ago,

when coming out of my front I look for,
I look for without finding, I look for a moment,
a face of lightning and storm
running between the nocturnal trees,
rain face in a garden in the dark,
tenacious water that flows to my flank,

I look for without finding, I write solo,
there is nobody, it falls the day, it falls the year,
I fall at the moment, I fall to the bottom,
invisible way on mirrors
that they repeat my destroyed image,
floor walked days, moments,
floor the thoughts of my shade,
fl

Аноним 21 апреля 2002, 22:43:31

A crystal willow, chopo of water,
a high jet that the wind is nauseated,
a planted but dancing affluent tree,
to walk of river that is curved,
it advances, it backs down, it gives a roundup
and it always arrives:
to walk calm
of star or spring without it prewalls,
water that with the closed eyelids
it flows all the night prophecies,
unanimous presence in surge,
wave after wave until covering it everything,
green sovereignty without decline
like the glare of the wings
when they are opened in half of the sky,
to walk between the thicknesses
of the future days and the ill-fated one
fulgor of the misfortune like a bird
petrifying the forest with its song
and the imminent congratulations
between the branches that vanish,
hours of light that prick the birds already,
omens that escape of the hand,

a presence as a sudden song,
like the wind singing in the fire,
a glance that maintains in vilo
to the world with its seas and their mounts,
body of light filtered by an agate,
legs of light, belly of light, bays,
solar rock, body cloud color,
by day fast color that jumps,
the centellea hour and has body,
the world already is visible by your body,
he is transparent by your transparency,

I go between galleries of sounds,
I flow between the resonant presences,
I go by the transparencies as a blind person,
a reflection me flock, I am born in another one,
oh forest of enchanted pillars,
under the arcs of the light I penetrate
the runners of a diaphanous autumn,

I go by your body like by the world,
your belly is a sunny seat,
your chests two churches where it celebrates
the blood its parallel mysteries,
my glances cover to you like yedra,
you are a city that the sea besieges,
a wall that the light divides
in two halves of color peach tree,
a place of salt, rocks and birds
under the law of the engrossed noon,

dressed the color of my desires
as my thought you go undresses,
I go by your eyes like by the water,
the tigers drink dream of those eyes,
the colibr&#237; is burned in those flames,
I go by your front like by the moon,
like the cloud by your thought,
I go by your belly like by your dreams,

your maize skirt undulates and sings,
your crystal skirt, your water skirt,
your lips, your hair, your glances,
all the night you rain, all the day
you open my chest with your water fingers,
you close my eyes with your water mouth,
on my bones you rain, in my chest
a liquid tree sinks roots of water,

I go by your figure as by a river,
I go by your body like by a forest,
like by a footpath in the mountain
that in an abrupt abyss it is finished
I go by your sharpened thoughts
and when coming out of your white in front
my despe&#241;ada shade is destroyed,
I gather my fragments one by one
and I continue without body, I look for gropingly,

endless runners of the memory,
doors opened to an empty hall
where all the summers rot,
the jewels of the thirst burn to the bottom,
face vanished when remembering it,
hand that undoes if I touch it,
hairs of spiders in tumult
on smiles of many years ago,

when coming out of my front I look for,
I look for without finding, I look for a moment,
a face of lightning and storm
running between the nocturnal trees,
rain face in a garden in the dark,
tenacious water that flows to my flank,

I look for without finding, I write solo,
there is nobody, it falls the day, it falls the year,
I fall at the moment, I fall to the bottom,
invisible way on mirrors
that they repeat my destroyed image,
floor walked days, moments,
floor the thoughts of my shade,
floor my shade in search of a moment,

I look for one dates lives like a bird,
I look for the sun of the five of afternoon
tempering by the walls of tezontle:
the hour matured its clusters
and when opening itself the girls left
of his pink heart and they scattered themselves
by the stone patios of the school,
high as the autumn walked
surrounded by the light under the arches
and the space when fitting it dressed it
of a golden skin more and it is transparent,

Аноним 21 апреля 2002, 22:44:10

a presence as a sudden song,
like the wind singing in the fire,
a glance that maintains in vilo
to the world with its seas and their mounts,
body of light filtered by an agate,
legs of light, belly of light, bays,
solar rock, body cloud color,
by day fast color that jumps,
the centellea hour and has body,
the world already is visible by your body,
he is transparent by your transparency,

I go between galleries of sounds,
I flow between the resonant presences,
I go by the transparencies as a blind person,
a reflection me flock, I am born in another one,
oh forest of enchanted pillars,
under the arcs of the light I penetrate
the runners of a diaphanous autumn,

I go by your body like by the world,
your belly is a sunny seat,
your chests two churches where it celebrates
the blood its parallel mysteries,
my glances cover to you like yedra,
you are a city that the sea besieges,
a wall that the light divides
in two halves of color peach tree,
a place of salt, rocks and birds
under the law of the engrossed noon,

dressed the color of my desires
as my thought you go undresses,
I go by your eyes like by the water,
the tigers drink dream of those eyes,
the colibr&#237; is burned in those flames,
I go by your front like by the moon,
like the cloud by your thought,
I go by your belly like by your dreams,

your maize skirt undulates and sings,
your crystal skirt, your water skirt,
your lips, your hair, your glances,
all the night you rain, all the day
you open my chest with your water fingers,
you close my eyes with your water mouth,
on my bones you rain, in my chest
a liquid tree sinks roots of water,

I go by your figure as by a river,
I go by your body like by a forest,
like by a footpath in the mountain
that in an abrupt abyss it is finished
I go by your sharpened thoughts
and when coming out of your white in front
my despe&#241;ada shade is destroyed,
I gather my fragments one by one
and I continue without body, I look for gropingly,

endless runners of the memory,
doors opened to an empty hall
where all the summers rot,
the jewels of the thirst burn to the bottom,
face vanished when remembering it,
hand that undoes if I touch it,
hairs of spiders in tumult
on smiles of many years ago,

when coming out of my front I look for,
I look for without finding, I look for a moment,
a face of lightning and storm
running between the nocturnal trees,
rain face in a garden in the dark,
tenacious water that flows to my flank,

I look for without finding, I write solo,
there is nobody, it falls the day, it falls the year,
I fall at the moment, I fall to the bottom,
invisible way on mirrors
that they repeat my destroyed image,
floor walked days, moments,
floor the thoughts of my shade,
floor my shade in search of a moment,

I look for one dates lives like a bird,
I look for the sun of the five of afternoon
tempering by the walls of tezontle:
the hour matured its clusters
and when opening itself the girls left
of his pink heart and they scattered themselves
by the stone patios of the school,
high as the autumn walked
surrounded by the light under the arches
and the space when fitting it dressed it
of a golden skin more and it is transparent,

tiger color of light, brown deer
by the environs at night,
interview leaning upon girl
in the green balconies of rain,
adolescent innumerable face,
I have forgotten your name, Melusina,
Laura, Isabel, Pers&#233;fona, Maria,
you have all the faces and no,
you are all the hours and no,
you look yourself to the tree and the cloud,
you are all the birds and a star,
you look yourself like the edge of the sword
and to the glass of blood of the twig,
yedra ue advances, surrounds and uproots
to the soul and it divides it of itself,
fire writing on jade,
it cracks on the rock, queen of serpents,
steam column, source in the rock,
lunar circus, rocky crag of the eagles,
anise grain, pricks tiny
and mortal who gives inmortales pains,
shepherd of submarine valleys
and guardian of the valley of deads,
l

Аноним 21 апреля 2002, 22:45:22

watched buried in a well,
watched that sees us from the beginning,
watched young of the old mother
that it sees in the great son a young father,
cautious mother of the single girl
that she sees in the great father a young son,
watched that watches to us from the bottom
of the life and they are traps of the death
-- or it is the other way around: to fall in those eyes
it is to return to the true life,

to fall, to return, to dream to me and that dreams to me
other future eyes, another life,
other clouds, to die to me of another death!
-- tonight it is enough to me, and this moment
that it does not finish opening themselves and revealing to me
where I was, who I was, how you are called,
how I am called:
it formulated plans
for the summer --y all the summers --
in Christopher Street, for ten years,
with Filis that had two hoyuelos
where the sparrows drank light,
by the Reformation Carmen it said to me
&quot;the air does not weigh, always is October here&quot;,
or was said it to that there am lost
or I invent it and nobody me she has said it,
I walked at night of Oaxaca,
immense and dark-green like a tree,
speaking single like the crazy wind
and when arriving at my room -- always a quarter --
they did not recognize the mirrors to me,
from the Vernet hotel we saw the dawn
to dance with the brown -- &quot;it already is very late&quot;
you said to peinarte and I saw
spots in the wall, without saying nothing,
we raised together the tower, we saw
to fall afternoon from the reef?
we ate grapes in Bidart, we bought
gardenias in Perote,
names, sites,
streets and streets, faces, seats, streets,
stations, a single park, quarters,
spots in the wall, somebody are combed,
somebody sings to my side, somebody gets dressed,
quarters, places, streets, names, quarters,--OCTAVIO PAZ, SUN STONE

JULIA Komissaroff 22 апреля 2002, 00:22:45

Костик Костик поздравляю!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! всего всего! и еще чуть чуть.

na liji 22 апреля 2002, 11:28:28

Будь здоров и весел

Аноним 13 мая 2002, 21:51:53

Ассоциации с Andy Warhol, ест-но. Запоздало присоединясь к чему бы то ни было:)

murzik 22 апреля 2002, 19:55:08

privet i happy den` varen`ya.

petroleum 23 апреля 2002, 18:19:58

побляздраблявляю!!! ура!!!

Daud 23 апреля 2002, 18:22:49

ура!

Меланж 23 апреля 2002, 18:39:59

Костя, поздравления от души! Счастливые пожелания от сердца!

John Low VIII 24 апреля 2002, 16:24:06

как всегда опоздал. ура самому крутому автору!!!

consttt linoleum 24 апреля 2002, 22:58:59

всем-всем спасибо большое за искренние комплименты и любовь

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