My thoughts. And nothing else.

You know who Luigi Rizzo was? (A lucky dog, excuse me, I want to hurt nobody.)
I ask it only actually in order that we put the things back to their place. Yuri Hungarian György is equal to a first name though, but only in Russian. (Yuri Gagarin-Юрий Гагарин) Hungarian György petted his shape Gyuri.
However I welcome you, my friend!
 
This is the world's most beautiful theatre building.
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Only the lectures the actors and the directors atrocious.
 
Gyuri,

Very beautiful city with such a terrible past history yet a cradle for the arts. Expertly photographed...perfect exposure.


Sósabbak itt a könnyek
S a fájdalmak is mások.
Ezerszer Messiások
A magyar Messiások.

Ezerszer is meghalnak
S üdve nincs a keresztnek,
Mert semmit se tehettek,
Óh, semmit se tehettek.
 
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Well, dear Brianco, this quotation from Endre Ady you surprised me with it.
Thank you very much, I am glad about this very much!
I say thank you what concerns the photographs the praise.
I can record what I see, in a good case only yet.
But the photo art at this more.
And from this I am farther yet, than the kind Makó is far from Jerusalem.
It is said so at us.
What concerns the cradle, they bury it now just.
I may appear slightly pessimistic.
But you take it if you read the previous ones, that onto this there is some reason for me on all of them.
 
I do not want to soil the topic.
One kukkot neither I understand all Circlotron from a thing.
This sure may not prevent it, that circlotrons differing once let me be building.
But this is eager to get from me, i'm sorry.

A newer Zen philosophy from the master:

You need to avoid creating the problem - it is easier than
fixing it with feedback.
:cool:

How much the saying is true, we are looking at any parts of the life.
Not mentioning that what it is not possible to put right subsequently is.

There are some big resolution photos, even somebody interested in:

Mechlabor STM-610 - Windows Live
 
Yethro Tull-One White Duck / 0^{10} = Nothing At All:

"Something must be wrong with me and my brain ---
if I'm so patently unrewarding."

My wife sleeps on the floor, my daughter went away to his friend into Hatvan, I have my son in the cemetery into a jug,
I feel myself bloody alone.

From Laurie Anderson:

"In this dream I'm on a tightrope and I'm tipping back and forth trying to keep my balance. And below me are all my relatives and if I fall I'll crush them. This long thin line. This song line. This shout. The only thing that binds me to the turning world below and to all the people and noise and sounds and shouts. This tightrope made of sound This long thin line made of my own blood. Remember me is all I ask And if remembered be a task forget me."

Gyuri
 
If I see it clearly, it's a DH200. I am right about it in any case.

REVIEW: HAFLER DH-200


How much were you left with your Yamaha amplifier?
I ask pictures!
It is put beside my A77 tape recorder.
I do not have strength to deal with this.
I have to go away to work now. On a god's holy Sunday.
Maybe from this I was freaking out so yesterday.
It doesn't matter it is necessary to work.
Because the cheques come only.
And I may be glad that I have work.
I'm tired.
We speak yet, dear my friend, I do not die only till then.

Warmest regards:

Gyuri
 
I see it so, there is not proper interest for my little quiz game:



I would like to offer a prize to the solver because of this.
I offer two from among the semi-conductors which can be seen on the picture to the winner:
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Myself will pass judgement on the successful solutions.
Myself will appoint the winner likewise though, on a totally democratic manner.
I'm curious, there is a candidate?

Gyuri
 
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"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

I have not read Faulkner however this intrigues me as I live close to the places he writes about and I have never read McBeth (I may even have a copy in my library), but alas I own not any Faulkner...

Build somthing with those LU10**s, I want to build something but I need to fix my beloved B2 first.

A happy Holiday to all whose eyes read this...
Elwood
 
I wrote it about it already earlier, how heavy the kindest author to choose. It may not be possibly. But if very much into a heel they hurry with this question, I mark William Faulkner as my favourite then, and John Steinbeck.
As they are beside each other on the shelf here:
Is this your house, my kind friend possibly?
 

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