dinheiro que não vem pra cá

2010 m. birželio 9 d., trečiadienis

SMILES of glory and Hate- Palavras de uma Língua Perdida

Come Out Ye Black And Tans- as palavras do conquistador falam nas suas vozes
de conquistados

Enemy Brothers
IRMÂOS EM SANGUE -enemy at the gates- UFF versus Fennians Brothers

if the smiles are shining bright
fear not thy anger night
thou needest not fear mine
i don't smile

eu temo as palavras
que dividem os irmãos

7 komentarai:

  1. -vaknade på sondagsmorgonen
    av stråalande solsken

  2. Tens um blog cheio de mensagens poderosas :)

  3. Lazarus come forth, but he came fifth and lost the job.... Joyce

  4. und so... even here, two men who watched the light had made a fire, that through the loophole in the thick stone wall shed out a ray of brightness on the awful sea. Joining their horny hands over the rough table at which they sat, they wished each other Merry Christmas in their can of grog;
    and one of them: the elder, too, with his face all damaged and scarred with hard weather, as the figure-head of an old ship might be: struck up a sturdy song that was like a Gale in itself....

  5. Words bloody words well, here I am.
    Trying to blog, I mean, glob, yet again.
    I have always found globbing (yes, I will continue to call it that) to be a lot like keeping a bloody diary
    . ...Unfortunately, I suck at keeping fucking diaries.
    I've kept many in my lifetime and for reasons you know destroying them.....
    I always end up hating myself years later when I go back and read what left if any...
    to me, diaries are just an excuse to communicato und remember what an idiot you are. blog or globbing again