NRK1 mandag 25. april kl 20.45 Poirot: Mord på Orientekspressen
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Hercule Poirot reiser fra Istanbul til London med Orientekspressen, og får en merkelig forespørsel fra en av passasjerene. En morgen blir passasjeren funnet død, ille tilredt av en mengde knivstikk, samtidig som toget står fast i en snøfonn. Befinner morderen seg kanskje fremdeles på toget?
Blant de mange fornemme passasjerene befinner seg prinsesse Dragomiroff og hennes nervøse tjenestepike Hildegarde Schmidt, den engelske guvernanten Mary Debenham og den svenske misjonæren Greta Ohlsson. Alle disse damene virker ufarlige. Kan Ratchett være redd for noen av de andre gjestene? Italienske Antonio Foscarelli, den engelske obersten John Arbuthnot, den pågående Fru Hubbars og ungarske greve Andrenyi og konen utgjør en gruppe spennende medpassasjerer.
Poirot våkner en morgen og oppdager at toget sitter fast i en snøfonn. Samme morgen blir Ratchett funnet død i kupeen sin, stukket i hjel. Befinner morderen seg fremdeles på toget? Poirot undersøker mordet, og finner en mengde spor som peker i alle retninger.
Britisk krimserie fra 2009. Sesong 12, episode 4.
Originaltittel: Poirot: Murder on the Orient Express
Med David Suchet, Tristan Shepherd, Sam Crane m.fl.
lørdag 9. april 2011
Love poems
hat empty space in my heart
it is where you once were
but not any longer for you
have gone away and left me
as an empty shell, longing
...for a day that will never come
a day where the void is filled
it is where you once were
but not any longer for you
have gone away and left me
as an empty shell, longing
...for a day that will never come
a day where the void is filled
torsdag 7. april 2011
Love
Love and electricity are one in the same, my dear. If you do not feel the jolt in your soul every time a kiss is shared, a whisper is
spoken, a touch is felt, then your not really in love at all.
C. J. Franks
spoken, a touch is felt, then your not really in love at all.
C. J. Franks
onsdag 6. april 2011
Love poems
When I look back at your pictures, I don't like your messy hair, I don't like the way you dress, I don't like your oily skin, your dangerous black eyes, or your stupid smile.
But every time I see you, the butterflies come back, I get all sweaty, and I have the hardest time not smiling. When I see you in person, your hair looks adorable..., your clothes fit your personality perfectly, your skin looks as soft as a baby's, your eyes shine brighter than the sun, and your smile makes me the happiest girl in the world ♥ Nilz
But every time I see you, the butterflies come back, I get all sweaty, and I have the hardest time not smiling. When I see you in person, your hair looks adorable..., your clothes fit your personality perfectly, your skin looks as soft as a baby's, your eyes shine brighter than the sun, and your smile makes me the happiest girl in the world ♥ Nilz
Love poems
I've learned that things change, people change, and it doesn't mean you forget the past or try to cover it up. It simply means that you move on and treasure the memories. Letting go doesn't mean giving up... it means accepting that some things weren't meant to be.
Move On And You Will Be Happy Trust Me
★Nilz★
Move On And You Will Be Happy Trust Me
★Nilz★
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