Wednesday, November 11, 2009

surreal desires...

wish I had the power to make ya mine...
goddess, forever ya'r the eternal sunshine...

wish I had the power to freeze the time...
ya'r the venus, ya'r the beauty sublime...

wish I had the power to join the joyride...
only ya can soothe my life's rough tide...

wish I had the power to conquer the seas...
God granting me ya, no more unheeded pleas...

wish I had the power to tame the peak...
ya'r my solitary ray in a life too bleak...

wish I had the power to find something true...
never ever fading, ya'r the rainbow with all perfect hue...

wish I had the power to be ya'r worth...
ya complete me, 'n 'en nothing is dearth...

wish I had the power to run high in sky...
ya showed me hope 'n now lame me can fly...

wish I had the power to be sane on the brink...
ya, my elixir of life, I really wanna drink...

wish I had the power to mold the impending...
promising ya my love with commitment unending...

wish I had the power to outrun the fate...
life would be a true bliss, if ya were my mate...

wish I had the power to gain the paradise...
nothing compares to ya, nothing else is suffice...

wish I had the power to pray 'n make it real...
our love is forever, wishes are but only surreal...

Friday, November 06, 2009

Economics...

It is the month of August on the shores of the Black Sea. It is
raining, and the little town looks totally deserted. It is tough
times, everybody is in debt, and everybody lives on credit.



Suddenly, a rich tourist comes to town. He enters the only hotel, lays
a 100 Euro note on the reception counter, and goes to inspect the
rooms upstairs in order to choose one.



The hotel proprietor takes the 100 Euro note and runs to pay his debt
to the butcher.



The butcher takes the 100 Euro note, and runs to pay his debt to the pig
grower.



The pig grower takes the 100 Euro note, and runs to pay his debt to
the supplier of his feed and fuel.



The supplier of feed and fuel takes the 100 Euro note and runs to pay
his debt to the town's prostitute that in these hard times, gave her
"services" on credit.



The hooker runs to the hotel, and pays off her debt with the 100 Euro
note to the hotel proprietor to pay for the rooms that she rented when
she brought her clients there.



The hotel proprietor then lays the 100 Euro note back on the counter
so that the rich tourist will not suspect anything.



At that moment, the tourist comes down after inspecting the rooms, and
takes his 100 Euro note, after saying that he did not like any of the
rooms, and leaves the town.



No one earned anything. However, the whole town is now without debt,
and looks to the future with a lot of optimism...







And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how the United States is doing
business today :-)