CARTAS DO FUTURO

This is one of my favourite things

2006-12-13T09:39:00.000+11:00

THE FIVE SENSES+ ONE

LOVE

XXVI.

THE CRATCHITS' CHRISTMAS DINNER

At last the dinner was all done, the cloth was cleared, the hearthswept, and the fire made up. The compound in the jug being tasted, andconsidered perfect, tipples and oranges were put upon the table, and ashovelful of chestnuts on the fire. Then all the Cratchit family drewround the hearth in what Bob Cratchit called a circle, meaning half aone; and at Bob Cratchit's elbow stood the family display of glass--twotumblers and a custard-cup without a handle.These held the hot stuff from the jug, however, as well as goldengoblets would have done; and Bob served it out with beaming looks,while the chestnuts on the fire sputtered and cracked noisily. Then Bobproposed:"A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us!"Which all the family reechoed."God bless us every one!" said Tiny Tim, the last of all.

...

CHARLES DICKENS

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

3 sets of

12 place dinner set- MISSONI

12 place crystal glasseware- WATERFORD

12 place antique silver flatware -M P LAVENE

This is one of my favourite things

2006-12-11T17:12:00.000+11:00

AND TODAY WE SHARE

OUR WISHES FOR A JOYFUL WORLD

Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/clowdette/112489.jpg" border=0>

Joy To The World

1. Joy to the world! The Lord is come.
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare Him room;
And heav’n and nature sing,
And heav’n and nature sing.
And heav’n and heav’n and nature sing.

2. Joy to the world, the Savior reigns
Let men their songs employ.1
While fields and floods, Rocks, hills, and plains
Repeat the sounding joy,
Repeat the sounding joy
Repeat the sounding joy

3. No more let sin and sorrows2 grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found,
Far as the curse is found,
Far as, far as the curse is found.

4. He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness.
And wonders of His love,
And wonders of His love,
And wonders, wonders of His love.

ISAAC WATTS

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

WISHES TO GIVE

Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a161/clowdette/MH.jpg" width=484 border=0>

This is one of my favourite things

2006-12-10T17:01:00.000+11:00

06

IT'S ALL ABOUT ME

Jingle Bells

Dashing thro' the snow
In a one horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way.
Bells on bob tail ring
Making spirits bright
Oh what sport to ride and sing
A sleighing song to night.

Chorus:
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way,
Oh what joy it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh,
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way,
Oh what joy it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh.

2. A day or two ago
I tho't I'd take a ride
And soon Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side;
The horse was lean and lank
Misfortune seem'd his lot,
He got into a drifted bank
And we - we got up sot. Chorus

A day or two ago
The story I must tell
I went out on the snow
And on my back I fell;
A gent was riding by
In a one horse open sleigh
He laughed as there I sprawling lie
But quickly drove away. Chorus

Now the ground is white,
Go it while you're young,
Take the girls tonight
And sing this sleighing song.
Just get a bob tailed bay,
Two forty as his speed,
Hitch him to an open sleigh
and crack, you'll take the lead. Chorus

JAMES LORD PIERPONT

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

This is one of my favourite things

2006-12-09T13:14:00.000+11:00

MAKING WISHES COME THROUGH

The Bells Ring In Our Christmas Fest

The bells ring in our Christmas Fest,
They're tolling for our honored Guest.
The gifts He brought our cottage small
Were joy and peace in the New Year for all.

Come along with us to David's town
Where angels sang in heavenly round.
Let's go to the fields where shepherds heard
The Good News from God's Holy Word.

The world may honor power and gold;
To you they are bust dust and mold!
Laid in a manger, swaddled in cloth,
Eternal life for us you brought.

Come Jesus, be our cottage guest;
Within us keep thy Christmas Fest!
With David's harp our voices we'll raise;
Our grateful hearts will sing They praise.

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

This is one of my favourite things

2006-12-08T13:29:00.000+11:00

VISIONS OF SUGAR-PLUMS

A Visit From St. Nicholas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

Attributed to Clement Clarke Moore

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

This is one of my favourite things

2006-12-07T12:36:00.000+11:00

I AM DREAMING OF A

White Christmas

Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra

The Bells

Hear the sledges with the bells--
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In their icy air of night!
While the stars, that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

II.

Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten golden-notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells--
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
...

Edgar Allan Poe .

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

7
HAPPY FACES

This is one of my favourite things

2006-12-06T09:54:00.000+11:00

HOPE

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Christmas Greeting!http://youtube.com/v/vA9OCOp814Y" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash">

Ring Out, Wild Bells

A Christmas Poem Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

This is one of my favourite things

2006-12-05T12:51:00.000+11:00

FROM HERE TO ETERNITY

The pickwick papers

I care not for Spring; on his fickle wing
Let the blossoms and buds be borne:
He woos them amain with his treacherous rain,
And he scatters them ere the morn.
An inconstant elf, he knows not himself,
Or his own changing mind an hour,
He'll smile in your face, and, with wry grimace,
He'll wither your youngest flower.

Let the summer sun to his bright home run,
He shall never be sought by me;
When he's dimmed by a cloud I can laugh aloud,
And care not how sulky he be;
For his darling child is the madness wild
That sports in fierce fever's train;
And when love is too strong, it don't last long,
As many have found to their pain.

A mild harvest night, by the tranquil light
Of the modest and gentle moon,
Has a far sweeter sheen for me, I ween,
Than the broad and unblushing noon,
But every leaf awakens my grief,
As it lieth beneath the tree;
So let Autumn air be never so fair,
It by no means agrees with me.

But my song I troll out, for Christmas stout,
The hearty, the true, and the bold;
A bumper I drain, and with might and main
Give three cheers for this Christmas old.
We'll usher him in with a merry din
That shall gladden his joyous heart,
And we'll keep him up while there's bite or sup,
And in fellowship good, we'll part.

In his fine honest pride, he scorns to hide
One jot of his hard-weather scars;
They're no disgrace, for there's much the same trace
On the cheeks of our bravest tars.
Then again I sing 'till the roof doth ring,
And it echoes from wall to wall—
To the stout old wight, fair welcome to-night,
As the King of the Seasons all!

Charles Dickens

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS
5

Great Destinations

This is one of my favourite things

2006-12-04T16:39:00.000+11:00

GIVING AND RECEIVING

The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me1
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the second day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the third day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Four colley birds,1a
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Five golden rings.
Four colley birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings.
Four colley birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings.
Four colley birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings.
Four colley birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Nine drummers drumming,2
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings.
Four colley birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Ten pipers piping,
Nine drummers drumming,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings.
Four colley birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Eleven ladies dancing,
Ten pipers piping,
Nine drummers drumming,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings.
Four colley birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me
Twelve lords a-leaping,
Eleven ladies dancing,
Ten pipers piping,
Nine drummers drumming,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings.
Four colley birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle-doves and
A partridge in a pear tree.

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

TIFFANY

GIFTS

This is one of my favourite things

2006-12-03T16:36:00.000+11:00

THE NATURE OF DREAMS

CHRISTMAS CAROLS

O TANNENBAUM

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy leaves are green forever.
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy beauty leaves thee never.
Thy leaves are green in summer’s prime,
Thy leaves are green at Christmas time.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy leaves are green forever.

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!
For every year the Christmas tree,
Brings to us all both joy and glee.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy candles shine out brightly!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy candles shine out brightly!
Each bough doth hold its tiny light,
That makes each toy to sparkle bright.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy candles shine out brightly!

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
Thou tree most fair and lovely!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
Thou tree most fair and lovely!
Thou dost proclaim the Savior’s birth,
Good will to men and peace on earth.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
Thou tree most fair and lovely.

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
Thou has a wondrous message:
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
Thou has a wondrous message:
Thou dost proclaim the Savior’s birth
Good will to men and peace on earth.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
Thou has a wondrous message:

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas tree,
O evergreen unchanging.
A symbol of good will and love,
You’ll ever be unchanging.
Each shining light, each silver bell,
No other sight spreads cheer so well.
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
You’ll ever be unchanging.

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
How are thy leaves so verdant!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
How are thy leaves so verdant!
Not only in the summertime,
But even in winter is thy prime.

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
How are thy leaves so verdant!

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

This is one of my favourite things

2006-12-02T16:36:00.000+11:00

BEING NAUGHTY AND NICE

jingle bell rock

Some says, that ever 'gainst that Season comes;
Wherein our Saviours Birth is celebrated,
The Bird of Dawning singeth all night long:
And then (they say) no Spirit can walk abroud,
The nights are wholesome, then no Planets strike,
No Fairy takes, nor Witch hath power to Charme:
So hallow'd, and so gracious is the time.

Shakespeare

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

NEW CARS

This is one of my favourite things

2006-12-01T16:33:00.000+11:00

MY FAVORITE TIME OF THE YEAR

Vienna Boys Choir

Silent Night

SILENT NIGHT

Silent night! Holy night!
All is calm, all is bright.
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child.
Holy Infant, so tender and mild.
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.

Silent night! Holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight!1
Glories stream from heaven afar;
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!
Christ, the Savior, is born!
Christ, the Savior, is born!

Silent night! Holy night!
Son of God, love’s pure light
Radiant beams from Thy Holy Face.
With the dawn of redeeming grace.
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth!
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth!

Silent night, holy night,
Wondrous star, lend thy light
With the angels let us sing
Alleluia to our King
Christ the Savior is here,
Jesus the Savior is here!

Rev. Joseph Mohr

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISMAS
1
YACHT

This is one of my favourite things

2006-11-30T11:18:00.000+11:00

A FORMAL OCCASION

This is one of my favourite things

2006-11-24T07:34:00.000+11:00

ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE

Love is the only freedom in the world because it so
elevates the spirit that the laws of humanity and the
phenomena of nature do not alter its course

Strange that you should pity the slow-footed and not
the stow-minded,
And the blind-eyed rather than the blind-hearted

KAHLIL GIBRAN

IMAGE

Gustav Klimt

Alcides baiao

This is NOT one of my favourite things

2006-11-22T18:11:00.000+11:00

5KM AWAY

SUMMER FIRES

Mission Of The Gods

Chariots of fire fly throught the night
lords of the realm ready to fight
swords of omen cast towards the sun
the gods are here the fight has begun

Pegasis pulling chariots of fire
all the gods decend it down to the wire
led by Zues they ride
to conquer the earth all mortals to die

Mission Of The Gods
to control our land
Mission Of The Gods
they start to decend

For now the heavens they want no more
Neptune in the sea and Zues on the shore
all mortals shall die in this day to come
killed by the egyptian god of the sun

Lightning from the heavens
one bolt for one life
fire from the earth
all mortals to die...tonight

Aaron(AarionLee) Morris

This is one of my favourite things

2006-11-19T11:14:00.000+11:00

A ETERNA

Elis Regina

Me Deixas Louca

2006-11-19T10:53:00.000+11:00

ELIS REGINA

ÁGUAS DE MARÇO

This is one of my favourite things

2006-11-11T16:34:00.000+11:00

WATCHING

Breakfast at tiffany's

This is one of my favourite things

2006-11-09T07:39:00.000+11:00

DAUGHTERS

Our daughters grow into assured and capable

young women, moving in a world we scarcely know.
It seems at times impossible that they

could have ever been our babies, our toddlers stomping

after butterflies. Our skinny schoolgirls frisking
along beside us. That these strong hands once clung to ours.

That these confident eyes once sought our reassurance.
Until a day when even the strongest

and the wisest find they need to touch the past
- and they reach out to us.
And we find all they have ever been

is not lost.., or ever will be.

PAM BROWN, b1928

IMAGE

PIPPA

This is one of my favourite things

2006-11-06T18:08:00.000+11:00

DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT

Michael Buble-Moondance

IMAGE

Ralph Fabri

This is one of my favourite things

2006-11-06T08:41:00.001+11:00

FEELINGS

IT'S ALL ABOUT FEELINGS

Radiohead vs. Nina Simone - Street Spirit Feeling Good

Life is a tragedy for those who feel, and a comedy for those who think.

La Bruyere

This is one of my favourite things

2006-10-28T15:22:00.000+10:00

STRIPPING THE LAYERS

REVELING THE TRUTH

This is one of my favourite things

2006-10-28T14:52:00.000+10:00

EVERYDAY WARS

Nerina Pallot - Everybody's Gone to War

This is one of my favourite things

2006-10-12T09:12:00.000+10:00

WANTING TO KNOW

WANTING TO SEE

WANTING TO BE

This is one of my favourite things

2006-10-08T08:16:00.000+10:00

happy birthday

Aniversário

No tempo em que festejavam o dia dos meus anos,
Eu era feliz e ninguém estava morto.
Na casa antiga, até eu fazer anos era uma tradição de há séculos,
E a alegria de todos, e a minha, estava certa com uma religião qualquer.

No tempo em que festejavam o dia dos meus anos,
Eu tinha a grande saúde de não perceber coisa nenhuma,
De ser inteligente para entre a família,
E de não ter as esperanças que os outros tinham por mim.
Quando vim a ter esperanças, já não sabia ter esperanças.
Quando vim a olhar para a vida, perdera o sentido da vida.

Sim, o que fui de suposto a mim-mesmo,
O que fui de coração e parentesco.
O que fui de serões de meia-província,
O que fui de amarem-me e eu ser menino,
O que fui — ai, meu Deus!, o que só hoje sei que fui...
A que distância!...
(Nem o acho... )
O tempo em que festejavam o dia dos meus anos!

O que eu sou hoje é como a umidade no corredor do fim da casa,
Pondo grelado nas paredes...
O que eu sou hoje (e a casa dos que me amaram treme através das minhas lágrimas),
O que eu sou hoje é terem vendido a casa,
É terem morrido todos,
É estar eu sobrevivente a mim-mesmo como um fósforo frio...

No tempo em que festejavam o dia dos meus anos...
Que meu amor, como uma pessoa, esse tempo!
Desejo físico da alma de se encontrar ali outra vez,
Por uma viagem metafísica e carnal,
Com uma dualidade de eu para mim...
Comer o passado como pão de fome, sem tempo de manteiga nos dentes!

Vejo tudo outra vez com uma nitidez que me cega para o que há aqui...
A mesa posta com mais lugares, com melhores desenhos na loiça, com mais copos,
O aparador com muitas coisas — doces, frutas, o resto na sombra debaixo do alçado,
As tias velhas, os primos diferentes, e tudo era por minha causa,
No tempo em que festejavam o dia dos meus anos. . .

Pára, meu coração!
Não penses! Deixa o pensar na cabeça!
Ó meu Deus, meu Deus, meu Deus!
Hoje já não faço anos.
Duro.
Somam-se-me dias.
Serei velho quando o for.
Mais nada.
Raiva de não ter trazido o passado roubado na algibeira! ...

O tempo em que festejavam o dia dos meus anos!...

Álvaro de Campos