Tema: Hola a tod@s!!!

Iniciado por veronick @ Domingo Mar 09, 2008 6:23 pm

Per cert moltes felicitats per qui avui faci anys.. sàpiga que té preparat un pastisset per menjar-se.. i compartir-lo amb qui jo sé...

El meu cumple es el 02/11 per tan jo no sóc l´afortunat , sempre fent-me patir , espero que el pastís sigui com jo me´l imagino . Siau

Ay Veronick , ja ho deia Wellington a la batalla de waterloo , " ...els scots ons moren pero mai es rendeixen ..." the second to none , petons , molts petons

Recordar batalles , em posar tan , ho sento no be gens a "cuento" del fil , pero em be de gust que llegueixis aquest poema , de dia mentre jo no hi sóc , a la nit vuere les teves reaccions , bona nit lady halcon .




The Charge of the Light Brigade




Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
Some one had blundered:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre-stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not,
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

Una força m'atrau poderosament cap a tu.. és la llei de l'atracció..

I HAVE NO CHOICE!!!!


A lover knows only humility, he has no choice.
He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice.
He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don’t fret, he has no choice.
In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment,
he has no choice.
A lover asked his beloved:
- Do you love yourself more than you love me?
Beloved replied: I have died to myself and I live for you.
I’ve disappeared from myself and my attributes, I am present only for you.
I’ve forgotten all my learnings, but from knowing you I’ve become a scholar.
I’ve lost all my strength, but from your power I am able.
I love myself…I love you. I love you…I love myself.
I am your lover, come to my side, I will open the gate to your love.
Come settle with me, let us be neighbours to the stars.
You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love.
Even so, you have always been connected to me.
Concealed, revealed, in the unknown, in the un-manifest.
I am life itself.
You have been a prisoner of a little pond,
I am the ocean and its turbulent flood.
Come merge with me,
leave this world of ignorance.
Be with me,
I will open the gate to your love.
I desire you more than food or drink
My body my senses my mind hunger for your taste
I can sense your presence in my heart although you belong to all the world
I wait with silent pass on for one gesture one glance from you.

M'agrada fer el cafè... amb tu.

Mira el que m´ha sortit a la taça .....

Avans d´anar a dormir , escolta aixó : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pc8tO52E ... re=related , i sobretot assegurat que no t´ha quedat cap granet de café . Nanit lady halcon . Siau

m'ho he estat mirant detingudament i em sembla que no em queda cap granet de cafè no.. tu hi veus algo???

Ara que si vols.. et deixo inspeccionar-ho..

ostres quines casualitats.. o hauria de dir senyals.. o sincronies ....

sigui pel que sigui..mira que m'ha sortit a mi pelant el plàtan..




i és que..

m'encanta pelar el teu plàtan!!!!!!!!