I‘m sick, I‘m tired -- Earth awaits Embracing me – no fear, no hate. Like clouds above the crowds of heads So soft as pillows on the beds The darkness landing all around My feet are touching solid ground I go or stay? I say or go? That‘s all I want to finally know No matter fears, no matter dreams Life goes along it really seems That I alone and only care For things in life that are so dear Don‘t search for clues – there are no such Don‘t mention bues, I care for touch Let hope begin, let sun come free My major sin, YOU always be PS Don‘t search for explanations, really. Thanks for reading. Yes, that was purely my creation. Posted by Girlish-Any, 11-23-2007 IN her Blog, "I wrote it"

* * * I have the feeling now that not your hands but flowers touch me. What a peal of spring dawns when you are beside me! The spirit dons the gentleness of meadows, the body makes no effort to resist it. And wholly pure are water, bread and fire. Let us speak softly or lapse into silence and just with glances grow an upright tree with rustling leaves of tender love and truth. The birds fly home, and I now also fly across the azure of your loving eyes repeating vaguely only these few words: The gods we sought to please let us forget. The offerings we made let us remember. Translated by Lionginas Paþûsis Written by Justinas Marcinkevicius, LT poet Brought by "Girlish K" April 18, 2008, in her Blog, "Love"

I AM THE ONE WHO'LL BE THE EXCEPTION Stolen, again, from Girlish K I am the one who'll be the exception. It seems to me I can avoid disease. Try shooting at me – You are sure to miss. Try pushing me over a precipice – I don't know now, But I am certain somehow To find a chance support and cling to it. I am the one who'll be the exception. Imposing, free-born, youthful, strong I'll roam the country far and wide, and everyone I'll choose to love shall love me too. My foes will never trick me into wrong, My friends will always be sincere and true. I am the one who'll be the exception. With beaming smiles I'll greet all folks And they'll smile back, They all shall see I am the one without an equal, A person you cannot ignore – that's me! No death awaits me on my way and no deception. I am the one who'll be the exception. What are you smiling at, my friend? I guess you think we two are birds of a feather? That's not surprising – we both are young And by the magic spell of youth are bound together. Translated by Lionginas Pažûsis Written by Lithuanian poet Algimatas Baltakis

Sent by Girlish K 4/20/2008 THE URGE TO LIVE The urge to live is an ocean. The lunar force which hauls flooding and ebbing. Speed of sunlight which goes right through the brain. Love and sex alike are each only a small part of that overall urge. The urge to create. The urge to love and to hate. The urge to exist. To exist as world, as universe, as an ant or H2O molecule. The urge to live of those who really are alive is the urge to take in more than has been allotted. Translated by Vyt Bakaitis Written by Lithuanian poet A. Balbierius

Previously posted in "Special things I have been led to" Brought by "Girlish K" April 18, 2008 * * * To live is to long for eternity, to plant a tree – to pave the way to another world which is in us – to drink up love to the last drop so to halt the fleeting moment – to bear a child under your heart so to prolong your longing – up on a sky-high silvery lily to climb to a star and there in the infinite to leave your footprints as a sign that we're bigger than ants. Translated by Lionginas Pazusis Written by Janina Degutyte (lithuanian) ------- Just wanted to share this poem with you today Hugs, K