Nejtěžším zločinem je promrhaní svého života a trestem za to je smutek a prázdnota v srdci.

Září 2016

Rohlíková cuketa

28. září 2016 v 13:50 Recepty

Rohlíková cuketa



Seznam ingrediencí:

  1. 1 cuketa
  2. 1 hermelín
  3. kečup
  4. šunka
  5. + rajče, nebo pálivá paprička

Postup přípravy receptu:

Umyjeme cuketu, ostrouháme ji od té zelené "slupky" a rozkrojíme ji podélně na půlku. Obě poloviny vydlabeme, posolíme a popepříme. Šunku nakrájíme na kostičky a smícháme s kečupem, můžeme přidat i pálivou papričku. Směs vložíme do vydlabané cukety a navrch dáme rozkrájené rajče se sýrem. Cuketu umístíme na pekáč s pečícím papírem a dáme do trouby 175 °C přibližně na 20-30 minut.

Poezie Pauly Nancy Millstone - Teplá noc a studené ráno

18. září 2016 v 16:40 Moje povídky

Teplá noc a studené ráno


Ještě včera večer pěli jsme písně,
popíjeli jsme pivo a bylo nám krásně,
ale již nad ránem zazněl hrom,
což přineslo onen velký zlom.

Nebesa se nad námi protrhla
a na všechny z nás spadla mlha.
Zmokli jsme všichni na kost,
ale nač na to mrhat naši zlost.

Však počasí se zas udobří
a na slunci se zas vše usuší,
to vám poví každý moudřejší.









My something

13. září 2016 v 16:06 Překlady/Translations


My something




"You don't ever think about something? Not marriage or whatever. But… Something? You know, with a hunter? Somebody who understands the life?" Sam asked dubiously and Dean sighed and gripped the steering wheel firmly. Brother's silly psychological issues and his constant hope. How I envied him this optimism.

"Of course I do, but..." But I've already lost. Cassi's response, that I've hunter, was clear and after that, what happened with Lisa and Ben, I couldn't look in the mirror. That someone would have to be a bit of a suicide, to be was willing be with someone who is damned like me, and this person would have to be strong, be able to take care of her/himself from all that shit, in which the Winchester are involvement. And the only one about whom I think is...

"But?" Sam insisted.

"I don't think he wanted to be my something. I don't think he wanted to be anything more than a friend," Dean admitted and his younger brother widened his hazel-green eyes.

"Wait, what?! Who?!" Sam had in his head suddenly confusion. He had no idea, who is older Winchester talking about? However, Dean ignored his brother and kept talking.

"I think ... hell yeah, that guy already is here for us and sacrificed so much, everything. He is our family, we can trust him and he's a powerful divine being who is more or less still with us ... but how something like this could ever work. He is an angel and I just inconsequential sinful man..." Older hunter began spewing out of himself with his typical self-hatred gibberish which barely made sense. But, as Dean spoke, Sam was getting progressively picture, who the whole thing is about, and could not believe his ears, because seriously Dean and Cas. Dean a Cas! Destiel! That was no longer just funny for high school teen girls. Dean thought about it seriously. Sam was shocked.

Not that he was against the relation between his brother and his best friend, or that he was against homosexuality or something like that. If Cas makes Dean happy, so it is just as well. Cas and Dean always looked at each other so strange, actually more than 50% of their interactions Sam never really understood, and there was always something between his brother and angel, what couldn't be define, but this explanation was really unexpected. However, if they spoke of "something more" Cas comes to mind to Dean, then it probably will not be a stupid joke, but his brother really loves his angel.

"It is impossible and I'm fucked," Dean ended his monologue.

"I think you should try it and tell him how you feel at least," Sam said, when he recovered from that information.

"Did you listen to me?!" older of the brothers said irritably.

"Well, maybe a little not..." Sam admitted reluctantly. "But even so, I would probably said the same thing, because no matter what excuses you use, you and Cas, this is one of the few things that after a long period makes sense."

Poezie Pauly Nancy Millstone - Jsem dyslektik

5. září 2016 v 13:01 Moje povídky

Jsem dyslektik


Čas od času se tak ptám,
proč mě nemilují, kvůli mým povídkám,
vždyť ty nápady nejsou špatné,
avšak to je asi málo platné.

Když člověk nemá cit pro jazyk český,
a tak je akorát spisovatelem z nějaké grotesky.
Ač v hlavě nosí většinu pouček,
"chib" má v povídce jak sníh vloček.

Trpí děsivou autorskou slepotou,
což se nedá přehlédnout i s veškerou dobrotou.
Neslyší jak rýmy nebo špatné souvětí vržou,
jen setkává se s kritikou tvrdou.

A tak má chuť se vším praštit
a s tou nesmyslnou snahou skončit,
což je škoda, protože tohle je pro něj možnost, jak se zlepšit.