mens regnen siler ned bag ruderne
gemmer vi os ned i et solrigt kammer
som vi bygger under kropsvarme dyner
vi leger, vi er børn - blot for en sidste stund
vi leger at livet blot er en illusion, mens
silkebløde ben hviler mod hinanden
vi leger, vi er i paradis

mine lunger er nok sorte nu,
for jeg fodrer kun mig selv med sort te og aske
hvis de sprætter mig op, og leger med mine organer,
ville det ikke være et syn for børnene nede i gården
huden hænger langs knogler som
var det på tilbud i det lokale supermarked
og det ville jo være nemmere hvis
jeg bare kunne sove lidt mere end
jeg plejer, så ville mine øjenlåg
nok ikke være så jordslået
mit hjerte er nok sort nu, for jeg fodrer det
kun med hvide vægge og dine uendelige
historier om dengang, det var onsdag,
og du glemmer ligesom alle andre,
jeg aldrig har været barn, og gudskelov for det
altid var jeg hende den voksne på
tolv år gammel nede på trappen
med en pakke cigaretter i hånden
og mærker på håndledet

BCBG Max Azria, with its 570 brick-and-mortar boutiques, is the latest American retail firm to fall prey to digital competition.

On Thursday, Bloomberg reported that the fashion label, one of three under the BCBG Max Azria Group umbrella, which also includes Herve Leger and BCBGeneration, is closing several stores and shifting its focus to e-commerce, wholesaling through other retailers and licensing.

Said Seth Lubove, a spokesman for BCBG at Sitrick & Co., "Like so many other great brands, BCBG has been negatively impacted by the growth in online sales and shifts in customer shopping patterns and, as a result, has too large a physical retail footprint."

The company founded by Max Azria in 1989 (which stands for the French phrase "bon chic, bon genre") peaked in the mid-2000s, finding favor on the red carpets with tween darlings Lauren Conrad, Camilla Belle and Miley Cyrus, the latter of whom collaborated with Azria on a short-lived Walmart collection in 2009.

One of the most powerful figures to emerge from the L.A. fashion scene in the last 25 years, Azria, an immigrant from Tunisia, was early to the idea of democratizing fashion, selling gowns in the $500 range and showing them on the runway in New York to lend a high-fashion patina. He built an international empire that once boasted $1 billion in retail sales.

He is married to Lubov Azria, chief creative officer of the BCBG Max Azria Group. The West Coast couple made headlines in 2015 for selling their Beverly Hills estate for $85 million.

BCBG Max Azria has struggled over the past few years, hampered by overly aggressive brand extensions and retail expansion plans, and increased competition from fast fashion giants Zara and H&M.; Last year, 123 employees were laid off from its Vernon, Calif.-based offices. The company has hired Alix Partners LP to restructure its debt load, although, according toBloomberg's sources, the company isn't in risk of bankruptcy.

Just last week, fellow L.A.-based retailer American Apparel announced the closure of all 110 of its retail stores. Other mall fixtures, including Macy's and Sears, also announced store closures scheduled for early 2017, and all of The Limited stores closed this month.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/bridesmaid-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses

lyset reflekterer i unge pigehjerter
med naive sind,
der leger med smagen af grå røg
i nattens smalle gader
den ældre (u)ægtemand
vender hjem til en fortabt stilhed
og drengen med de krystalblå øjne
smiler nervøst på en kold trappesten
mens kvinden med kashmirtørklædet
maler en streg i månens skær
og gemmer sandheden væk
i en lille guldæske, *** ikke lukker op

In Shediac
The sidewalk threads up Main,
Past Church and hospital
To a yellow-frame;
Where wishes and the real world meet
Near Leger Street.

Here,
Quiet evening stairs leave cares,
And blueberries, dahlias and Parley's foam,
Like Sirens call our thoughts to home.
A quilt work of faces,
Some young, some grown,
Looked through windows to a time unknown,
Past the ledger of Grand-mere,
Past Hector's chair.

Though
Emilie was consumed with cooking,
Quilting, cleaning and sometimes singing,
She fed the dreams of her dear born,
And sheltered concerns of a heart well-worn,
Like a wrap-a-round porch in a Northumberland storm,
On Main Street.

These
Porch steps led to worldly affairs,
Finance, healthcare, CN, shopwares.
Each step, each child bore Emilie's breath,
Et dans l'eglise St. Joseph.

But
Bricks are brittle and paint will wane,
A picture or poem will fade and stain,
Yet Sirens still call out your name
In Shediac.

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of the rapture of the madness of Asian
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hidden under the Latin but the lips of the pink house,
which looks to the efforts of the throne of the memory of Socks
the State Department, a throne the arms in the middle of the table,
and I leave that ye also patient; and the valiant men
of the European computer the defense of the medusae,
of variations of,
Barbie has songs in China
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not only in words, and in the garden, which went forth to and fro from
the darkness to the celebration of the marriage of the coming Lord,
and from the glory of the beach, healthy, and the birth of a strong man remains in the teeth of the child's birthday in D. of gay marriage he sees,
the social support of a new kind of on account of James James of social good meal, the conversation on to the goods of love and the heads of white hair, and to close the way to the Forum within, from the love of a man,
an insane man and gave his daughter: but a spirit went down out of the serpent, or the shadow, and with inflammation and charity and the master's control of a breach in the tribes of the corn, the kinds of hare, Asian;
If it be blind in Mountain Park, the efforts of the vigils of the throne, the memory of Socks, the State Department Running articles to the center
of the table, when she left him and of the sick person and the mighty men
of Europe, and the defense of the Medusa computer? Barbie songs are alchemy, the dreams of you a girl is situated in the midst of the garden, Then he said to his men, brothers, that the control rods are covered by the upper torso of Bettie, a fight to forge a new society, good food can be no disputing, the social good hair guides love to close the acquisition of a fool as trial has expired; a daughter in the shadow of a wife or a cold snake down, and love.

Samtaler i mørket mellem du, jeg og lidt af alt. Magtesløse i det magtfulde mørke med mørkerad og rad for mening. Korte sætninger efterfuldt af lange svar, og korte svar efterfulgt af længere spørgsmål.

Den vinter i den hæms med dig og det kolde gulv under os med de fugtige vægge. Ligegyldigt var det og gyldne var vi. Med dig indenunder dynen og indenunder sindet, som knoppen af rosen og rosen af buketteten.

Og nu hvor jeg fra tid til anden leger en eller andet sindsforvirret fanget mellem paradokse som; ædru og dranker, søvn og klarhed, mørke og morgen. Så mindes jeg dig og husker den cigaret du røg for at trække vejret og den ***** du drak for at tænke klart, og jeg tænker en stille tanke om din kærlighed til mig og den stjerneklarehimmel du lidt for ofte ville lidt for tæt på - og som engang imellem kom så tæt på os, at vi kunne se at det var skoldende sole forklædt som smukke stjerner.
Ligesom du og jeg.

Håber du har fundet dig til rette blandt solene

Jeg er så så fuld
og her er tomme flasker
på perronen,
som triller rundt
i vinden,
og de minder mig
om folk.
Tomme
eller ødelagte
eller begge dele
eller lidt af hvert

Jeg er så så fuld
og jeg tager hjem alene
for at vågne til tømmermænd
og mascara på puden
i stedet for en
som dig,
fordi du leger
med din lighter
og mit hjerte er lavet
af papir.

Derfor er jeg så så fuld
og alene på perronen
Venter på at noget
tager mig hjem
så jeg selv
kan krølle
papiret
sammen
i min brystkasse
på endnu en lørdag aften.

Skønnere har *** aldrig været end nu hvor jeg ser hende gennem et rødvinsglas.
Hendes læber der leger tagfat med de smukke dråber og hendes øjne der betaget kigger ud i intetheden.
Hendes lange, slanke fingre der holder om glasset med en sådan ligegyldighed.
Det er nu i de lange dage og korte nætter jeg for første gang ser hende klart.
Det er nu hvor håret bliver lysere og kjolerne bliver kortere at jeg ser hendes ynde og elegance. Det er nu, hvor intetheden tager over mig og den tomme flaske står på bordet at jeg indser, at *** er alt hvad jeg mangler, og alt hvad jeg aldrig får.

Hvad er balladen med os? Du kysser min skulder og fortæller mig historier. Jeg åbnede mig op og du åbnede vinduet, og nu leger vores forelskelse gemmelege imens folk leder. Den gemmer sig så godt, at jeg næsten ikke engang selv kan finde den.
Og jeg er virkelig bange for at ødelægge noget. Så bange for en forkert afslutning at jeg undgår en start.

Men du kigger på mig mens du smiler til mig, og jeg kan jo næsten ikke undgå at rives med. Du kalder mig trods alt askepot når vi spiller kævle med min gummisko, og efter et par øl og nogle kys så er de grå foretorve uendelige parader og de nedslidte lyskryds bliver oplyste fyrværkerier, og en tilfældig aften bliver til et eventyr.

Hvis det er kærlighed,
hvorfor gør det så ondt

Hvis det er kærlighed,
hvorfor er jeg så ikke din
og du min

Hvorfor leger vi,
hvis det er kærlighed

Hvis det er kærlighed,
vil jeg ikke være med

The historical marker, doubtless wearily press-stamped
By some inmate at Attica or Dannemora,
Refers to the relic as St. Leger’s Tower,
Though those old-timers who have not died off or fled south
Prefer the name “Barry’s Folly”,
As the general in quesiton was reported to have claimed
That it would stand, like Empire itself,
***** and unsullied for a dozen centuries,
Indeed several hundred years beyond as well.
All that lingers now is the main of its foundation,
Topped with no more than an uneven row or two of brick,
Sitting squat and forlorn like some drowsy and unconcerned sentry
Standing guard for the nearby entrance
To an old, long since abandoned cemetery
Where the stones of the war dead and early settlers
Have been washed clean of names, dates, and epitaphs
By the tainted, corrosive rains
Which once rolled in from Gary, Flint and Hamtramck,
And further up the hill, a weathered and peeling billboard
Invites those unwitting travelers who have wandered off the Thruway
To experience the magic of Herkimer Diamonds.

Quand je pense à ce jour, où je la vey si belle
Toute flamber d'amour, d'honneur et de vertu,
Le regret, comme un trait mortellement pointu,
Me traverse le coeur d'une playe eternelle.


Alors que j'esperois la bonne grace d'elle,
L'Amour a mon espoir que la Mort combattu :
La Mort a mon espoir d'un cercueil revestu,
Dont j'esperois la paix de ma longue querelle.


Amour tu es enfant inconstant et leger.
Monde, tu es trompeur, pipeur et mensonger,
Decevant d'un chacun l'attente et le courage.


Malheureux qui se fie en l'Amour et en toy :
Tous deux comme la Mer vous n'avez point de foy,
L'un fin, l'autre parjure, et l'autre oiseau volage.

jeg gemmer mig ikke længere
sætter min hat, ‘som jeg vil’
effekten er forlængst overstået,
det er, selvfølgelig kun hvis den indtræffede

jeg har altid undret mig over hvorfor det gør mig så rolig
så meget mere mig
aldrig afhængig, for dopen virker ikke
blæst af ren personlighed
forevigt fuld af tanker
altid ondt i hovedet

mine ord er dumme
jeg gemmer mig igen
lykkelig, det er bare noget vi leger