@vero

[Barabbas]

...und nicht für Ungut:

"Ja nun hons pris ne dira sa raison,
adroitement, se dolantement non

Mais par effort il faire chancon
mout ai amis, mais povre sunt il don"

(you who are rich and whose trouble are few,
may come around to see my point of view)

[Nerea]

RE: @vero


(What are these chains that are binding my arm?)
Part of you dies each passing day
(Say it's a game and I'll come to no harm)
You'll feel your life slipping away

[Barabbas]

RE: @vero


genau

[Nerea]

I Robot


Gaze at the sky
And picture a memory
Of days in your life.
You knew what it meant to be happy and free
With time on your side...

Remember your daddy
When no one was wiser.
Your ma used to say
That you would go farther than he ever could
With time on your side...

Think of a boy with the stars in his eyes,
Longing to reach them but frightened to try.
Sadly youd say someday, someday...

But day after day
The show must go on,
And time slipped away
Before you could build any castles in Spain...
The chance had gone by.

With nothing to say
And no one to say it to,
Nothing has changed.
You still got it all to do,
Surely you know.
The chance has gone by...

Think of a boy with the stars in his eyes,
Longing to reach them but frightened to try.
Sadly youd say someday, someday...

But day after day
The show must go on,
And you gaze at the sky
And picture a memory of days in your life
With time on your side...

With time on your side...
(Day after day the show must go on...)
With time on your side...
(Day after day the show must go on...)
With time on your side...

[Nerea]

A dream within a dream


For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it. There is, however, a class of fancies of exquisite delicacy which are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem, is but a dream within a dream.

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So,für heut genug philosophiert,ich geh in die Wiege...

[verolavie]

:-)) Haha!


Sorry, weisst du barrabas, nicht für ungut, aber diese französich ist nicht anährent zu französich, ich schwöre, ich habe mich bemüht es zur entziffer, klabt aber nicht.

So und gut ist. mich interesssiert, gar nix, von urgentwelschen drieten, vierten oder hunden kotze, oder bild zeitung.
Ich frage mich erlich gesagt wieso, versuchen immer die leute mich in ihren bahn zu ziehen? weil ich es weigere? weil ich solitär bleiben will? no , non und und und, keine interesse.Hier vorne bin ich und das muss reichen, zu mindestent reicht es mir das ist die haubsache, Punkt.
Véro

[Barabbas]

RE: Sorry, aber...


...es IST Französisch. Vom Feinsten, aus dem Mittelalter.

Siehe z.B. hier:

http://medieval.gothart.cz/cz/arch_s...nuns_hons_pris


Grüsse

[verolavie]

RE: Sorry, aber...


Gut!das du das sagst, 2005 haben wir heute.

[realplayer]

RE: Sorry, aber...


Hauptsache, man macht sich interessant, ha, ha, ha....