сладкий, "срочно идём"!!!

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"Неделя Педро Альмодовара"



В кинотеатре "Мир Искусства" каждая неделя посвящена творчеству определенного режиссера. На этой неделе вниманю зрителей будут представлены следующие фильмы Альмодовара - режиссера, смело затрагивающего в своих фильмах тему гомосексуальности:



Вторник 1 февраля 20:10

ЖЕНЩИНА НА ГРАНИ НЕРВНОГО СРЫВА



Среда 2 февраля 21:00

ЦВЕТОК МОЕЙ ТАЙНЫ



Четверг 3 февраля 20:10

МАТАДОР



обновление: отсмотрено



Пятница 4 февраля 21:00

ЗАКОН ЖЕЛАНИЯ



Суббота 5 февраля 20:30

СВЯЖИ МЕНЯ, ПРИВЯЖИ МЕНЯ



Воскресенье 6 февраля 21:20

ВЫСОКИЕ КАБЛУКИ



Цена билета - 100 р.

СТУДЕНТАМ, ПЕДАГОГАМ, ШКОЛЬНИКАМ, ПЕНСИОНЕРАМ, ВЕТЕРАНАМ, ИНВАЛИДАМ, СОТРУДНИКАМ МУЗЕЕВ, МНОГОДЕТНЫМ СЕМЬЯМ - СКИДКА 50%, ДЕТИ ДО 5 ЛЕТ– БЕСПЛАТНО



Мир Искусства (Электронный Кинотеатр) (М. Новослободская, Ул. Долгоруковская, д. 33, стр. 3; 978-66-19, 978-69-89)

2-6 февраля.

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@настроение: чем бы заняться....на-но-да..........

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@музыка: Kenny G...Havana (remix)

@настроение: домашнее...в тапочках...)

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что это у тебя, радость мой, одни закрытые записи пошли? *понастроил фигвамов*



*сладко потягиваясь* я в очередной раз проспал...через 40 минут вылетать...



л_е_н_и_в_о



так и не доделал вчерась ни работу, ни имаж...зато в 3 часа ночи пошёл в ванну



погода сносная, что само по себе уже большой кавай)

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давайте, кстати, не будем рассказывать про Аниматрикс...

думаю, всё сказано до нас..)))



"Ты просто был..."

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ё..ненавижу такие дни.



если они не включчат ннормальнное оттоппленние..

я ппревращусь в льдышку...

@настроение: обмороженное

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Закрытая запись, не предназначенная для публичного просмотра

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за вчера...

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Закрытая запись, не предназначенная для публичного просмотра

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я не понял. чё за бня? почему картинки не вставляются?!

я тут как стахановец корпел над ней...

а тут "фигвам'ов" понастроили..

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"а вы знаете, что такое Арбат пятничным вечером?"

а я знаю. никому не пожелаю.

@настроение: спасибо, что на этом свете есть друзья

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из разговора:

-а почему ты не сопротивлялся?!



-да ***, он взлез на меня и заткнул по самое "снесло крышу"



с кем я общаюсь?!

@настроение: ошалелое

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если этот умник не сдаст зачёт в очередной раз

я просто повешусь

верёвку мне, верёвку!

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это, конечно, всё очень хорошо...но

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gay poetry: Chris Creech

Me is Only For Me To Find



One day I was shown a room

Where boxes lined the wall

Told to choose the thing I'd be

The one big thing that would make me--me



I checked in every box

The labels, I read each one

Each box a pre-packed kit

Even tried them on to check the fit



The jock, the brain, the outcast

Good models, tried and true

But I left empty-handed

Not wishing to be boxed or branded



I'd heard of another place

Hidden alley, dark, unsafe

And told I was free to choose

From shiny boxes, in rainbow hues



The Queen, the stud, master, slave

Good models tried and true

But I left empty-handed

Not wishing to be boxed or branded



The voyage since -- my own way

No lit path, easy boxes

And I've since made up my mind

That me -- is only for me to find







Wants, Desires, Needs



I sought a lover

Not to be alone

Yet no one stayed

Until I could sit quiet with myself.



Desired a lover

Just to feel wanted

Yet none needed me

Till I wanted nothing but what I had.



Wanted a lover

Cause I needed love

Yet found no comfort

Until I could find love within myself.







On Rekindling the Artist's Fire



When young my heroes were,

The screaming men on corners.

Crazy street preachers,

Who could in unfettered flow,

Let words without thought or censor go.



From what I had read in books,

For an artist a fire burns,

A white-hot passion.

Yet I felt my fire taming,

My heart was not the furnace flaming



I'd long since wished away

Confusion, lonely despair.

More than I could take.

I could ill afford fire bold.

Sought not flame, but quiet solace, cold.



Yet as the years wore away,

I missed my inner self.

My soul still glowed.

I regretted youth's misdeed,

Were their sparks still left, for flames to feed?



I found the flame never dies,

Just waits until we're ready,

To live in our hearts.

I welcome with love the fire,

That gives us love, passion, art, desire.







One Last Morning Kiss



I wake before you, still dark

Stumble blind to the shower.

Shampoo, shave, lather, brush

Starched buttondown and tie

Pressed slacks and wingtips.



Dawn lights your sleeping form

And I am too crisp, too clean.

I ease slow between the sheets

And breath deep and taste your skin

Perfumed with nights passion.







Comments: Part of a series of Romantic Male Love Poems





Happy Trail



Honey-sweet happy trail

Swirls lazily down.

I kiss it's length,

following the heat.

To passion's fire.



Honey-sweet happy trail

After only embers glow,

It guides my way.

To find again your heart

On which to rest a smile.





Comments: A tribute to that little sexy line of hair running from a man's chest, over and stomach, and points south.





Waking Up



With first light I awake to see

The strong curve of your neck,

In the warming morning sun.



My fingertips swirl and trace

From shoulder to ear the path

Smooth skin and downy fuzz.



All warm breath and lips

I dance away the last of night

That hides behind your ear.





Comments: One of those special moments men share.

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in a week it will be a year for us having each other...

...this year wasn't easy neither for you, nor for me.

so, i decided to do something especially for you.

@музыка: "The One" Elton.

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MOMENTS OF LOVE

I loved you in the evening

When the stars came peeking out

I loved you in the night storms

When the lightning walked about



I loved you in early morning

When dawn played across your sleeping face

I loved you at your wakening

Rolling over to catch me in your embrace



I loved you in your sadness

When I wiped your tears away

I loved you in the quiet

When there was nothing more to say



I loved you in your joyousness

When I heard your laughter peel

I loved you in the noisome crowds

When you caught my hand by feel



Every moment, every action

Displays my very soul’s attraction

Whatever I do, whatever I say

I love you more every day

by Paul Bishop - September 14, 1997

@настроение: revealed

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WHEN



When I was happy, you shared it with me



When I was sad, you lifted me up



When I was nervous, you calmed me



When I was depressed, you made me laugh



When I needed help, you were there



When I was alone, you came to be with me



When I was wondering, you gave me advice



When I was shy, you pulled me out of my shell



When I was bothered, you knew and cared



When I was in doubt, you encouraged me



When I was in need, you lent a hand



When you need me, I'll be there

"For a friend sticketh closer than a brother" (Proverbs 18:24)



"And you are my colleagues, companions, and my very close friends" (Psalm 55:13)

by Paul Bishop -- 1987

@музыка: Elton Gohn Your song

@настроение: согретое "Рижским бальзамом"...merci)