Ister (Ister)
It is now time for fires!
Impatiently for daylight,
we are exhausted on our knees, with the offer.
It is then,
owing to the fact that we hear a rest,
the strange call of wood.
We sing meanwhile of Indus which comes far,
and Alpheus,
since we wished a long time of Dekorum.
It is not without radical flowers that one seizes precisely ahead
that with the range
the other side is closer.
But here,
we would like to establish: Rivers to form with fruit the country
and to make the foliage raise.
And if the summer the animals seize watering holes
people above, outward journey, too.
Time it changes
It is pulled together, the haemophillic sweetheart
who is called with the layer of the tissue where the iron of our blood becomes magnetized,
pulls single characteristic because of loneliness;
The air of that North Pole of inseperable charm
time becomes our blood which carries the smell
and the taste of the sweat and the hormone;
Fear, excitation and expectation to feeling,
common practice we of necessity and overwhelming
which are made urgent and helpless touch,
our molecules learn the fact that you understand
the fact that our surfaces transmit the knowledge of other life,
we classify the first new wave of the feeling
which we taste, experience;
And sweat and the leather you rely on
the copper and the salt and ammonal
and the peat, sweat yearning,
and need, and as for the kiss of oblivion
and chlorine and hatred of the suffering
and violence as for mutual knowledge of the eye
which the lip should read with our mouths
and our teeth of each breath
and it seems as in the book which presently withstands
with the humanity clear process which achieves chapter
and our functions where tongue and nervous us are here;
Eat the growth which is crossed with the trick;
The blood flows, blends
Mrs Reece Laughs by Martin Armstrong
Of laughter, with us, is not a great assumption of responsibility:
A sudden wave which grinds and dies to break.
The laughter with of Mrs Reece is much less simple.
It germinates; it extends, of Gruebchen by of Gruebchen,
of the small beginnings, things of the simple belt,
which redundancies formidible of Froehlichkeit.
Blocks of underground Glucksens are born,
temporarily the mediums close and of him eyes in the grooves and all Frauheben,
like large elm with all its stoppings of the Wallows sheets before the storm.
Sources the meeting of the volcanic forces plug takes dissimulated it and agitates it,
with him schlurzt and aufsperrt stops it.
Then all which it freight of Froehlichkeit miss in bottles sings in a savage,
in raising very large hands and in the stays quietschende goes ahead;
a face which extends in - furche and Scarletkante.
Then collapse: A suspended head,
the legs an end shield to agitate a weak hand an air and has waft which absorbs the face.
And Mrs Reece laughed.
{English to German to French to English}
Originally posted by CrowleyThe Raven by Edgar Arran Poe
The real fun starts when you chuck some Japanese in there.
I nodded, but I considered, but it is weak in, for one time midnight to be lonesome, to many,
someone capacity where the curiosity of lore which quaint is forgotten to become fatigued is strong comes,
comes and presently,
"' thing me who am hit calmly with door Tis of thing and my room
which are hit almost napping, suddenly there the visitor is hit" the ぶ and "hits with the door of my room;
The only remain and what many. "
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I touch the fire, I feel, why it is not possible,
I see to that, it makes me freeze who am black?
As for my skin it should crack being,
skin I think in order to make my method of crossing the flame which rescues day that in me,
now when the fire her calls the tobacco through sucking/absorbing,
we want, or perhaps as for me, being the same everything which is presumed in order to melt being the place where so as for me I turn to other things through fire and is possible,
' cause you walk? Rather than I whom I passing by the fire,
to walk... permit that and have laughed withstanding if the fact that good I brings her to the fire with that female dog if it helps her ' it is pulled, the people of some person...
it dies, as for the torch scorching my Buffy me desire of the doubt I where she whom it has fries,
as for her who is not free is I it does not learn both under any condition:
And, she walks passing by the fire, that...
does this do thing in order to change her who is permitted?
Is there I who leave the dawn dangerously?
Is there the worry where my murder person who goes is distant excessively?
If Buffy it is not possible, because something is not defeated that?
The eye like the beads is the right, we are necessary or we can shine to sit down, exactly entirely dazzlingly,:
We that are the normal brusqueness coming here where we do with that, therefore we passing by the fire,
something to which so, one which looks at that it is something which you walk at a time those us face from me whom I presume and is not possible as for my friend it turns the fact that it cannot face cold?
But she who as for one which does not have in that the knowing which is said never can thing I why had frozen, greatly,
those first comes from the important grave due to me,
being dark therefore him her who is killed,
then me her everything which is rescued coming and one which has become each it moves with no and going,
I rescue her, and as for me carrying the spark to assault does this line of what where is that it goes kill her where I think of that it is the mostly filler inlet?
Those her these unlimited days ending that finally at flame everything,
it is something which has inside it goes back and forth:
And we the point of no return catch with the fire, therefore as for us passing by the fire,
walk, in order for that to burn,
do to do that that try it burns,
that that do to try it burns to burn try!
Originally posted by AlcraScintilate scintilate globule vivific
Twinkle Twinkle Litte Star (English -> Portuguese -> French -> English)
Scintillation, scintillation little star as I want to know what you are above above the world thus highly like a diamond in the sky
Oft have I pondered thy nature specific
High above the ether capacious
resembling that of a gem carbonaceous.
just had to throw that in.
Until we turned our back sections with the flame signal which it commutes, so started walking heavily in the remaining one where we are distant, it seems like the old stubbornly coming under the sack and it hits time which bends and, like the kneed and the hags it does the , we denounced passing by the deposit.
The person slept, you marched. Large number lost the boots, but, being struck the blood horseshoe, it pulled the. As for everything the lame line it is; Completely blind; Fatigue it is drunk; Became tired the ear is not audible to the hoots, the Five-Nines outstripped rear it fell. - Gas! Gas! To be fast, the boy! The ecstasy of the Fumbling, it is agreeable to the complicated helmet of time exactly; But someone is the still person, the sea urchin it is the , you stumble, whether the fire the lime flound' Ring. The green light, under the green sea the way it was dimly the misty glass window and it is thick with, I him looked at that it soaks. With all my dreams, my helpless vision with me, him before sinking, the suffocation guttering which soaks. If you looked at dream with the thing which suffocates the white eye where as for you to measure speed excessively with rear of the wagon, we threw in him to be possible, that surface namely the devil' of crime; That like the sick person of S with the surface which catches, the writhing you see; If you come the bubble from the lung which is purchased, with all trembling, if it can do hearing く thing, the vile of the gargling and false tongue, with the blood as a cud of the incurable sores as bitter cancer Obscene -
My friend namely the hatchet desperate glory namely old does not call to the ardent child that kind of high enthusiasm because of of that you say: Mori of Dulce and decorum American Tobu standard time professional patria.
El Niño En El
Adoré al niño en él tan inocente y dulce La travesura en sus ojos el se ruboriza sobre la mejilla La manera
tierna él habló que me mostró que él cuidó El toque de la mano tibia que tocó suavemente el pelo Las sonrisas
que compartimos que llenó mi vida con la alegría Para cuando estaba con él yo encontré al niño en mí
Edit :
The Child In Him
I loved the child in him
so innocent and sweet
The mischief in his eyes
the blush upon his cheek
The tender way he spoke
that showed me that he cared
The touch of his warm hand
that gently touched my hair
The smiles that we shared
that filled my life with glee
For when I was with him
I found the child in me
Jean Gabor
Originally posted by Bosse de NageNo problemo - take my quibbles with a huge dash of soy
'tis just a wee joke Abs. There's been a spate of babel fishing lately...Something in the water...
"est ce que maman, papa et les enfants mangent les bebes?"
and the previous post deserves more attention than this
REALLY ADRAMetc its a good poem for us with children