понеділок, 20 червня 2011 р.

вчера

идем с N. вдоль проспекта Ленина:
- наливная парфюмерия - читаю вслух какую-то вывеску, - прямо "наливное яблочко", ну.
- интересно, почему "наливная"?
- потому что "на разлив" звучит еще хуже.
- ...
- девушка, мне 150 тройного одеколона!..
- и огурчик.

понеділок, 20 вересня 2010 р.

середа, 15 вересня 2010 р.

неділя, 30 травня 2010 р.

стихо-стихо

чтобы два раза не вставать
джаз
more than life

вівторок, 13 квітня 2010 р.

неділя, 15 листопада 2009 р.

he shot me down


Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang

I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down.

Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"

Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.

Music played, and people sang
Just for me, the church bells rang.

Now he's gone, I don't know why
And till this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down...