{"id":4565,"date":"2009-08-16T00:56:42","date_gmt":"2009-08-16T02:56:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stylediary.ro\/wordpress\/?p=4565"},"modified":"2012-03-03T01:40:12","modified_gmt":"2012-03-02T23:40:12","slug":"sa-mananc-o-piersica","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.stylediary.ro\/wordpress\/2009\/08\/16\/sa-mananc-o-piersica\/","title":{"rendered":"Sa mananc o piersica?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>De cateva zile, am senzatia ca vara se apropie de sfarsit. Atat de repede? Mi-ar placea sa retraiesc vara si toamna trecuta, cand caldura soarelui s-a prelungit pana in octombrie iar diminetile racoroase de toamna s-au insinuat pana cand au inceput ploile.<\/p>\n<p>Nu stiu exact de ce, dar fotografiile de mai jos mi-au adus aminte de un poem al lui TS Elliot (care nu are legatura cu vara).<\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt>Let us go then, you and I,<\/dt>\n<dt>When the evening is spread out against the sky{&#8230;}<\/dt>\n<dt>And indeed there will be time<br \/>\nTo wonder, &#8222;Do I dare?&#8221; and, &#8222;Do I dare?&#8221;<\/dt>\n<\/dl>\n<p align=\"center\"><img decoding=\"async\" title=\"corrie-bond.jpg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.stylediary.ro\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/08\/corrie-bond.jpg\" alt=\"corrie-bond.jpg\" width=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt><\/dt>\n<dt>Do I dare<\/dt>\n<dt>Disturb the universe?<\/dt>\n<dt>In a minute there is time<\/dt>\n<dt>For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.<\/dt>\n<dt><\/dt>\n<\/dl>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" title=\"2600686958_60886bc77b.jpg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.stylediary.ro\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/08\/2600686958_60886bc77b.jpg\" alt=\"2600686958_60886bc77b.jpg\" width=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt><\/dt>\n<dt>For I have known them all already, known them all:<\/dt>\n<dt>Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,<\/dt>\n<dt><em>I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; <\/em><\/dt>\n<dt>I know the voices dying with a dying fall<\/dt>\n<dt>Beneath the music from a farther room.<\/dt>\n<dt>So how should I presume?<\/dt>\n<dt><\/dt>\n<\/dl>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" title=\"vanidad-julyaugust-2009-photography-by-anna-wolf.jpg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.stylediary.ro\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/08\/vanidad-julyaugust-2009-photography-by-anna-wolf.jpg\" alt=\"vanidad-julyaugust-2009-photography-by-anna-wolf.jpg\" width=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt><\/dt>\n<dt>And I have known the arms already, known them all&#8211;<\/dt>\n<dt>Arms that are braceleted and white and bare<\/dt>\n<dt>(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)<\/dt>\n<dt><em>Is it perfume from a dress <\/em><\/dt>\n<dt>That makes me so digress?<\/dt>\n<dt><\/dt>\n<\/dl>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" title=\"21.jpg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.stylediary.ro\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/08\/21.jpg\" alt=\"21.jpg\" width=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt><\/dt>\n<dt>And would it have been worth it, after all,<\/dt>\n<dt><em>After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, <\/em><\/dt>\n<dt><em>Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, <\/em><\/dt>\n<dt>Would it have been worth while,<\/dt>\n<dt>To have bitten off the matter with a smile<\/dt>\n<dt><\/dt>\n<dt><\/dt>\n<dt>\n<p>And would it have been worth it, after all,<\/dt>\n<dt>Would it have been worth while,<\/dt>\n<dt><em>After the sunsets<\/em> and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,<\/dt>\n<dt>A<em>fter the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor<\/em>&#8211;<\/dt>\n<dt><em>And this, and so much more?<\/em>&#8211;<\/dt>\n<dt><\/dt>\n<\/dl>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" title=\"lais-navarro-10-magazine-spring-072.JPG\" src=\"http:\/\/www.stylediary.ro\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/08\/lais-navarro-10-magazine-spring-072.JPG\" alt=\"lais-navarro-10-magazine-spring-072.JPG\" width=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt><\/dt>\n<dt>I grow old &#8230; I grow old &#8230;<\/dt>\n<dt>I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.<\/dt>\n<dt><\/dt>\n<\/dl>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" title=\"perry-ogden.jpg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.stylediary.ro\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/08\/perry-ogden.jpg\" alt=\"perry-ogden.jpg\" width=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<dl>\n<dt><\/dt>\n<dt>Shall I part my hair behind? <em>Do I dare to eat a peach? <\/em><\/dt>\n<dt><em>I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. <\/em><\/dt>\n<dt><em>I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. <\/em><\/dt>\n<dt>\u00a0<\/dt>\n<dt>I do not think that they will sing to me.<\/dt>\n<dt><\/dt>\n<\/dl>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" title=\"jb-simple-2.jpg\" src=\"http:\/\/www.stylediary.ro\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/08\/jb-simple-2.jpg\" alt=\"jb-simple-2.jpg\" width=\"480\" \/><\/p>\n<p>The Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Elliot (cu dedicatie din partea mea pentru un alt Elliott \ud83d\ude09 )<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>De cateva zile, am senzatia ca vara se apropie de sfarsit. Atat de repede? Mi-ar placea sa retraiesc vara si toamna trecuta, cand caldura soarelui s-a prelungit pana in octombrie iar diminetile racoroase de toamna s-au insinuat pana cand au inceput ploile. 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