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THE TIGER I am the tiger. I lie in wait for you among leaves broad as ingots of wet mineral. The white river grows beneath the fog. You come. Naked you submerge. I wait. Then in a leap of fire, blood, teeth, with a claw slash I tear away your bosom, your hips. I drink your blood, I break your limbs one by one. And I remain watching for years in the forest over your bones, your ashes, motionless, far from hatred and anger, disarmed in your death, crossed by lianas, mot... Read More
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Assalamu Alaikum, This village has been idle for quite some time. Here are some resources : - Arabic language resource page www.islamic-knowledge.com *************************** This site has links to lots of stuff form vocabulary and common words to alphabets and beginning grammar as well as dictionaries. - Learn how to perfect the sound of Arabic letters transliteration.org *********************************** ****** very nice ... Read More
June 23, 2005 at 9:38pmMashaAllah, a very informative post! Jazak Allah Khayran Amr :)
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a lot of people don't like capers, but they're so good. So here is a very simple pasta sauce recipe that may just make you change your mind (if you hated them). I just made it cause i was hungry and in need of something quick. Ingredients: 3 chopped medium sized very soft and ripe tomatoes 1 finely chopped medium sized onion 3 table spoons of capers 1/2 can of tomato paste fresh chopped basil ( i can't say how much but i think i used about 10 leaves) Method: in a large frying pan, add lots of ex... Read More
June 6, 2005 at 11:28pmif you mix capers with the right stuff and eat it as a mix not as a singel caper you'll love it
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You will remember that leaping stream where sweet aromas rose and trembled, and sometimes a bird, wearing water and slowness, its winter feathers. You will remember those gifts from the earth: indelible scents, gold clay, weeds in the thicket and crazy roots, magical thorns like swords. You'll remember the bouquet you picked, shadows and silent water, bouquet like a foam-covered stone. That time was like never, and like always. So we go there, where nothing is waiting; we find everything waiti... Read More
June 22, 2005 at 5:27amLamenting on the condition of the world, he said later: �As I walk by, things ask me to sing them, but I haven�t time,� ~ The Invisible Man
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Hi Everyone, How should be define this village? How about we take request for members in this village and try to tabs or put chords? What do u all listen to? Urdu/ Hindi stuff, Bollywood stuff, or the usual stuff like rock/pop/grunge/alternative/hard metal/ska/punk etc? Please share your music taste and also put on what songs we can put tabs/chords for?
September 30, 2007 at 4:54pmHi, I started taking guitar lessons a year ago, and I've gotten pretty good at chord changes and control. I thought I'd check out what's going on in this village.
January 4, 2007 at 10:24pmHi I would like tabs for the songs 1 sub bhula key and 2 bichar kai bhi amazing guitar in both songs. I love the songs. Has anyone got the tabs? jazz
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Before I discovered Pablo Neruda, I was a huge fan of Walt Whitman. Imagine my surprise when I happened upon Neruda's "Ode to Walt Whitman." It shouldn't have been a surprise at all, because Neruda is in many ways like Walt: a poet who celebrates the masses, politics and the human form, and expertly turns the mundane into the extraordinary. In any case, here's his "Ode to Walt Whitman" (be warned, it's very long): I can't recall my age, or if I was in the vast streaming South, or on some forbidding co... Read More
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and lets start getting into things film. i know i want to learn and be pushed and I also have a lot to offer. lets see if we can make a real village out of this thing yet. who is with me. put down your thoughts and comments and ideas.
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I just prepared what seems to be the conventional tomato beef stew that comes to mind whenever I think of Egyptian cuisine. Green peas, green beans, lima beans, okra, even spinach...all of these veggies are commonly prepared with ground beef and tomato sauce. What other cultures are so dominated by this fleshy fruit? What is this romance between the dull and the red-dressed tomato? I'd like to see if you can identify a comprehensive list of dishes that are heavily defined by the tomatic contribution. Bon ap... Read More
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Here's another translation of Neruda's "Tonight I can write" : Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, "The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance." The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one n... Read More
October 30, 2005 at 9:18amUnrelated side note- Whenever any of you get a chance, please read 'No God but God' by Reza Aslan and Tariq Ramadan's 'Western Muslims and the future of Islam'... :)
October 18, 2005 at 5:11pmI think this translation is better than the one I posted.
September 11, 2005 at 10:10pmI just found this village. This is one of my favorite poems- love is so short, forgetting is so long. I am envious of anyone who has loved like this.
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I'm visiting my sister in Irvine for 2 weeks, but since shes busy with school and all...what can i do? Im within walking distance to the Market place in irvine....but what else is there to do besides shop and go to jamba juice?
June 19, 2005 at 2:04amhaha i got so scared when the emergency broadcast system went off
June 19, 2005 at 1:28amCalifornia quake briefly prompts tsunami fears so don't try to be on beach all the time. just kidding:). Enjoy and Have fun:)
June 10, 2005 at 7:50pmfazman ur right, i tried 3 drinks from jamba juice and i hated all of them...i havent tried coffee bean yet. and i def see the contrast between ny ppl and cali ppl...u ppl ar...
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by Pablo Neruda This salt in the saltcellar I once saw in the salt mines. I know you won't believe me, but it sings, salt sings, the skin of the salt mines sings with a mouth smothered by the earth. I shivered in those solitudes when I heard the voice of the salt in the desert. Near Antofagasta the nitrous pampa resounds: a broken voice, a mournful song. In its caves the salt moans, mountain of buried light, translucent cathedral, crystal of the sea, oblivion of the waves. ... Read More
June 9, 2005 at 9:33amI was in the salt mines of Khewra, in the steppe/desert/mountain region of the Panjab close to the Northern Areas, and it was erie.. Indeed it was infinitude that I walked on, t...
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The Potter in Neruda
"The Potter" By Pablo Neruda Your whole body has a fullness or a gentleness destined for me. When I move my hand up I find in each place a dove that was seeking me, as if they had, love, made you of clay for my own potter's hands. Your knees, your breasts, your waist are missing parts of me like the hollow of a thirsty earth from which they broke off a form, and together we are complete like a single river, like a single grain of sand.
June 6, 2005 at 7:31pmReminds me of the potter and pottery analogies sprinkled through Rumi, and I think it was the Rubaiyat I was thinking of. There, it's generally about fate and the relationship ...
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"Your Feet" By Pablo Neruda When I can not look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your gentle weight rises upon them. Your wasit and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until... Read More
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Your Hands in Neruda
"Your Hands" By Pablo Neruda When your hands go out, love, toward mine, what do they bring me flying? Why did they stop at my mouth, suddenly, why do I recognize them as if then, before, I had touched them, as if before they existed they had passed over my forehead, my waist? Their softness came flying over time, over the sea, over the smoke, over the spring, and when you placed your hands on my chest, I recognized those golden dove wings, I recognized that clay and that color of wheat.... Read More
June 6, 2005 at 7:26pm"I recognized that clay." Reading his poetry, I wonder what it would be like to read this poetry in its original language. I can imagine it would be an experience :)
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by Pablo Neruda I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by li... Read More
June 21, 2005 at 1:55pmHayatti, what I meant was a true warrior fights out of love for his enemies. The ultimate purpose is to bring them back to a better state than they were in. The prophet (saws) w...
June 21, 2005 at 1:48pmi agree with idstar and mahagabeen... basically, the idea that the reciprocity/conditionality doesn't cheapen the love but actually makes it more authentic, more of what it's me...
June 21, 2005 at 1:40pmarea, i don't get the part about the love of a conqueror. is this meant to be an analogy?
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By Pablo Neruda I am the tiger. I lie in wait for you among leaves broad as ingots of wet mineral. The white river grows beneath the fog. You come. Naked you submerge. I wait. Then in a leap of fire, blood, teeth, with a claw slash I tear away your bosom, your hips. I drink your blood, I break your limbs one by one. And I remain watching for years in the forest over your bones, your ashes, motionless, far from hatred and anger, disarmed in your death, crossed by lianas, motionl... Read More
June 9, 2005 at 9:43amI see no murderer here. Only a murderer of chastity, if the attacker respects not the desire of the submerged one to be torn, to be known bosom to hip.. to be drank in ways onl...
June 9, 2005 at 9:41amNaked you submerge. I wait. -~- Then in a leap of fire, blood, teeth, with a claw slash I tear away your bosom, your hips. -~- I drink your blood, I break your l...
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I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance." The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. On nights like this, I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her. How could I not have loved her large, still eyes? I can write the saddest poem o... Read More
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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, ... Read More
July 3, 2005 at 12:45pmI think we're waay past munchies induced from any 'brownies' here..
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As the first non-administrative member of the XboX village, I'd like to dedicate a forum for Halo, and our Halo Experiences: We can talk about anything Halo, like tactics, strategy, tournies, etc. Personally I'm best with FPSs and typically can't be stopped, but that's because I'm more of a darkside player, plotting and luring, than being the gung-ho "blazing glory" kind of player.
June 7, 2005 at 8:17pmI've only played Halo 2. So I wouldn't be able to help on that one.
June 5, 2005 at 8:42pmI just bought the first halo which one do u have one or two, in the first one I am still stuck at the first level, how do u leave that ship or station after they kill your train...
June 5, 2005 at 6:24pmIn terms of guns I'm all for Dual-Wielding... I know that lots of people do the Pulse-Rifle/SMG combo but I'm more trusting of Dual SMGs. They can't tell where you are if you've...
