欧宝娱乐

“Mo Sheanmh谩thair

Ar ais ar铆s l谩 bre谩 L煤nasa
Canach geosad谩in ar foluain
Ar chuile leoithne ghaoithe
Do theach ina sceatraigh
Na cr贸ite ina snaois,
Air铆m ar铆s ceol na mblianta dearmadta,
Drumad贸ireacht an bhanna pr谩is
Ag m谩irse谩il s铆os an b贸thar,
Tusa led' sciorta铆 ardaithe
Ag damhsa ar an screab谩n
Do sheachtar 贸g
N谩ire shaolta f煤t
Ina bhf谩l ceilte os do chomhair
Le nach bhfeicfeadh na comharsain
Meidhr茅is do dhamhsa.”
― Deirdre Brennan, INNTI: Uimhir a ceathair d茅ag

“But then Oma tells me of bread, of the six hundred kinds made throughout her homeland, white and gray and black in color. Loaves heavy with pumpkin seeds. Pumpernickel. Rye. All with long, dense names like 'Sonnenblumenkernbrot' and 'Roggenmischbrot'. Each word is music to her. She has never eaten a tinned bread bagged in plastic with a little twist tie, a pride she wears all over. 'It matters,' she tells me. 'Wes Brot ich ess, des Lied ich sing.'
Whose bread I eat, his song I sing.”
― Christa Parrish, Stones For Bread

“You don't need to explain. This is your house too-you can go where you want," I reply. I smile as best as I can. "Except my room, of course."
"Why, you'll stab me with a kitchen knife if I do?" she jokes as I set the knife down onto Oma March's bedside table.
"Maybe," I answer.”
― Jackson Pearce, Sisters Red

“It's good not to put your hand in the fire for anyone, not even for you.”
― Oma St膬nescu, The Fire of Karma

“Meine Gro脽mutter kann nichts, oder vor allem: will auch nichts wegschmei脽en. Und vor allem keine Lebensmittel. Weil sie noch wei脽, wie es ist, nichts zu haben.”
― Luisa Neubauer, Gegen die Ohnmacht: Meine Gro脽mutter, die Politik und ich