Marina Del Ray
We said goodbye
In marina del rey
I had a good time
Was the last thing I heard her say
As I walked away
And on this plane back to tennessee
My mind comes across her memory
And yesterday
In marina del rey
Chorus:
On a hidden beach under a golden sun
She spread a blanket
That we laid down on and loved the world away
In marina del rey
And as we looked into each others eyes
We found our bodys lost in paradise
Like castaways
In marina del rey
Like the ocean tides
High and lows
Love sometimes comes and goes away
In marina del rey
And as this plane is touching down
Tears touch my eyes for I have found
My heart has stayed
In marina del rey
Chorus
song performed by by George Strait
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Marina Del Rey
We said goodbye
In Marina Del Rey
"I had a good time"
Was the last thing I heard her say
As I walked away
And on this plane back to Tennessee
My mind comes across her memory
And yesterday
In Marina Del Rey
Chorus:
On a hidden beach under a golden sun
She spread a blanket
That we laid down on and loved the world away
In Marina Del Rey
And as we looked into each other's eyes
We found our body's lost in paradise
Like castaways
In Marina Del Rey
Like the ocean tides
High and lows
Love sometimes comes and goes away
In Marina Del Rey
And as this plane is touching down
Tears touch my eyes for I have found
My heart has stayed
In Marina Del Rey
Chorus
song performed by by George Strait
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Marina Tears
marina she sat by the window
salt tasting tears rolling down down down
touching trembling lips
why did you cry marina
why did you cry
marina she had those hands of sorrow
spasm killed self handshake made of dust
squatted in her lap
what did you touch marina
what did you touch
marina she had those ashen hair plaits
leaking down her back like snakes
biting her spine
what did you do marina
what did you
marina she cried
why did i die
why did i die
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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at Marina Beach, Chennai..
silvery sands of marina,
glitter under the moon light,
shine under the sun light.
The eagerness in waves,
touch her quite often,
unconditionally, unopposed.
The cool breeze that flows
through the sultry body,
makes the human possessed.
beautiful shores of intelligent marina,
not for sale and not for bare and bars,
though violent waves hurt her sometimes.
Thousands of hearts united,
on the fine sands of Marina, but
thousands buried underneath, unnoticed.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Marina who knew the wisdom of crying
Last night she shed a tear for me
Lost in her pond Love’s broken bonds
Lost in her sight Love’s misty nights
Lost in her eyes Marina broken I
Stood lost in her tears though I didn’t cry
For I am a lady who’s strong
I place my tears among
Deep skies of an eternal blue
Sorry Marina- I cannot cry for you
Dec 13th 2011.
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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A Witness To A Vivacious Dying-Svedok Č İlog Umiranja
'a glaukopis
Of an owl
And an eagle
Flies around the Earth'
Marina Adamovic
Once a dead stone
Speaks up
The living language of birds
And sagacity tumbles
Over a winged glaukopis
The walls of all the knowledge
Will fall down into something
More difficult than death
There will remain a writing
A witness to a vivacious dying
Ispired by the poem 'Except for a vivacious dying' by the poetess Marina Adamovic, quotation taken from the same poem.
‘glaukopis
sove
i
orla
obleć e Zemlju’
Marina Adamović
kad mrtav kamen
progovori
živim jezikom ptica
i mudrost se spotakne
o krilati glaukopis
u nešto teže od smrti srušić e se
zidovi sveg znanja
ostać e tek natpis
svedok č ilog umiranja
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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You walk, and look like me
You walk, and look like me,
Your eyes directed down.
I also used to lower mine!
Hey you, passer by, stop!
Read-when you've gathered
A bouquet of buttercups and poppies,
That I was called Marina
And how old I was.
Don't think that this is a grave,
That I will appear,scary...
I myself loved too much
To laugh, when I shouldn't have!
And the blood would come to my face
And my hair was curly...
You passer by, I also was!
You passer by, stop!
Break yourself off a wild stem
And after it a berry,-
No wild strawberry is larger or sweeter
Than one from a graveyard.
Only don't stand gloomily,
Dropping your head on your chest,
Think about me easily,
As easily then forget!
How the sun's ray shines upon you!
You're all covered in golden dust...
-Don't let it disturb you,
My voice from underground.
poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
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The memory is like a cat scratching my heart.
quote by Marina Oswald
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Much Like Me
Much like me, you make your way forward,
Walking with downturned eyes.
Well, I too kept mine lowered.
Passer-by, stop here, please.
Read, when you've picked your nosegay
Of henbane and poppy flowers,
That I was once called Marina,
And discover how old I was.
Don't think that there's any grave here,
Or that I'll come and throw you out ...
I myself was too much given
To laughing when one ought not.
The blood hurtled to my complexion,
My curls wound in flourishes ...
I was, passer-by, I existed!
Passer-by, stop here, please.
And take, pluck a stem of wildness,
The fruit that comes with its fall --
It's true that graveyard strawberries
Are the biggest and sweetest of all.
All I care is that you don't stand there,
Dolefully hanging your head.
Easily about me remember,
Easily about me forget.
How rays of pure light suffuse you!
A golden dust wraps you round ...
And don't let it confuse you,
My voice from under the ground.
poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
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Marina Sunday
Sunday at the Marina
Water in the marina, clear as diesel
fish swimming close to surface
in peace of seagulls,
which know they stink of human
waste.
This is not the fish that
will feed the five thousand.
A child strews bread crumbs into the water,
ignored by the fishes.
Seagulls' shrieks and fall from the sky.
A man drops a glass of gin & tonic, on
the deck of yacht,
claws at his chest.
Ambulance and a nervous doctor
tells him not to smoke cigars
too late.
Young widow,
I hope she sells the bloody yacht.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Flowers of Flamboyant tree
..red as blood,
but beautiful like love
that has bloomed with courage
and impossible to extinquish.
poem by Marina Pascal
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There's something sexual about a yawn.
It climaxes and goes nowhere
but into the thin air.
And I think the air keeps it,
and remembers it
when we don't.
Like the time I went driving
nowhere in a car
and didn't quite think,
until this week, about it.
When the car was gone,
and the ride-over.
poem by Marina Gipps
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Sometimes in the dark of night I begin to think. And I wonder if Lee started all this violence.
quote by Marina Oswald
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A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
quote by Marina Tsvetaeva
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I am not a sound bite person. I prefer to run at the mouth.
quote by Marina Sirtis
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The vocabulary of pleasure depends on the imagery of pain.
quote by Marina Warner
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My desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection.
quote by Marina Tsvetaeva
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You who loved me with the falseness
You who loved me with the falseness
Of truth - and the truth of lies.
You who loved me-beyond
Anything!-Over the edge!
You who loved me beyond
Time-Right hand, wave!
You love me no more:
The truth in five words.
poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
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I was originally cast to be the brains of the Enterprise. Somehow I became The Chick. There's a little ugly girl inside of me going 'Yay! I'm a sex symbol!'
quote by Marina Sirtis
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The Window
In the sweet, Atlantic
Breathing of spring
My curtain's like a butterfly,
Huge, fluttering
Like a Hindu widow
To a pyre's golden blaze,
Like a drowsy Naiad
To past-window seas.
poem by Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
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I've been getting a lot of science fiction scripts which contained variations on my Star Trek character and I've been turning them down. I strongly feel that the next role I do, I should not be wearing spandex.
quote by Marina Sirtis
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