Sona Kalan Rizzoli & Isles Serisi 10 itibaren Tess Gerritsen içinde LIT biçim

Michael Chezzi michael_chezzi_mua — The end is the better part

Wei Seng weiseng — I thoroughly enjoyed this book. You could really relate to and invest in the characters. I love books like that. It was also very well-written. I really can't see any woman not enjoying this book.

Adam Green wrokred — Eat Mangoes Naked. First of all, my life is--most fundamentally considered--nothing but an ode to the mango, to any one of which I could hymn, while reasonably sober: Desnuda eres tan simple como una de tus manos or Desnuda eres azul como la noche en Cuba. (Some blue mangos of Cuban lineage do grow hands--at certain hours.) However, on the one hand, from a strictly sober and logical point of view, I have real problems with this title. First, I prefer to spell the plural mangos, without the e, if only in opposition to Our Most Merciful and Divine Leader, Dan Quayle. In addition, although a ripe mango beckons the hands--which crave to cup the fruit tenderly, feeling into its curvatures--the fruit shares its hues with poison oak, and is in the same plant family. Contact with mango skin can leave one with that itchy twitchy feeling. Does one really want--for the sake of one moment of sweet and wet abandon--terminal dermatitis? On the other hand, so to speak, I love mangos more than people--or even cows--especially on weekends. In Vera Cruz, when a bunch of blokes espy an especially and jucily wild woman, they will exclaim, more or less in unison, "Que mango!" (What a mango!). And, they are right. The beauty and pleasures of being with a studding or even a stunning woman can almost approximate those of courting a most succulent mango. So, my advice is: ski-rew logic. And while we're on the subject of Mexican botanical trivia, nudity, mangos, polymorphous pleasures, passion, and prudence, don't forget: the preventative against pregnancy is not nopalitos but no palitos. Leas con Diosa, and don't forget, there exist countless philosophies, ways, or Taos concerned with how to actually savor a mango, not unlike Taoist schools of penning verse: The New Delhi, or Swaggering-Abandon School. Downing ten thousand fruits can't be forbidden-- She takes in all the great treasure of mango groves. Arising from the Way, bringing back ch'i. Residing in the attainment, she becomes wildly free. A wind streams down from the heavens, Mountains over the ocean, a vast blue-grey. When her pure force is full, Ten thousand admirers constellate right around her. She summons sun, moon, and stars to bow before her. According to the Doggie Doctrine. Brimming full, the flowing juices, Succulent and shifting, the Ancient Formlessness. The more you go along with it, The more you understand truly. If there is some resemblence of shape, The grasping hand has already missed it. In the Madhyamika (Middle-Way) or Emptiness Manner. The greatest functioning extends outward; The genuine form is inwardly full. Reverting to the empty brings one into the undifferentiated; It contains the full complement of all things Stretching all the way across the void: Pale and billowing rainclouds; Long winds in the empty vastness. It passes over beyond the images And attains the center of the ring. Maintaining it is not forcing; Bringing it never ends. In the Jesus Genre. The man of wonder rides the pure, In his hand he holds a lotus; He drifts on through unfathomed aeons, In murky expanses, bare of his traces. The moon emerges in the eastern Dipper, And a good wind follows it. The Mountain is emerald green this night, And he hears the sound of a clear bell. In air he stands long in spiritual simplicity, All limits and boundaries lightly passed. The Sage-King is in his solitude: Noble and unique--those mysterious principles he reveres. The Mixed Method. Set spirit in motion as through the whirlpool, Set ch'i in motion as though in a rainbow: A thousand yards down in the gorges Are roiling waters, speeding clouds, and continuous winds. Drink of the pure, feed on the forceful, Store up plainness, and hold to the center. It is figured by the sturdiness of Heaven's motions: This is known as "retaining the potent." Stand together with Heaven and Earth, Sharing spirit's transformations. Look to make it actual, And guide it on all the way to the end. The Natural Mode. It's what you can bend down and pick up-- It's not to be taken from any of your neighbors. Go off, together with the Way, And with a touch of the hand, an summertime forms. It is as if coming upon a secret orchard, As if looking upon the renewal of the year. One does not take by force whtat the genuine provides. What is attained willfully easily becomes bankrupt. A recluse is the deserted mountains Stops by a stream and picks wild fruits. As it may, his heart will be enlightened-- The Potter's Wheel of Heaven goes on and on forever. The Latino Logic. Desnuda eres tan simple como una de tus manos, Lisa, terrestre, mínima, redonda, transparente, Tienes líneas de luna, caminos de manzana, Desnuda eres delgada como el trigo desnudo. Desnuda eres azul como la noche en Cuba, Tienes enredaderas y estrellas en el pelo, Desnuda eres enorme y amarilla Como el verano en una iglesia de oro. Desnuda eres pequeña como una de tus uñas, Curva, sutil, rosada hasta que nace el día Y te metes en el subterráneo del mundo Como en un largo túnel de trajes y trabajos: Tu claridad se apaga, se viste, se deshoja Y otra vez vuelve a ser una mano desnuda. ~ Pablo Neruda