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Un relat de: ninaMarc Minimuni Mandrós,
Moderava Melmelades Malenconioses,
Mantenia Modestos Mòbils,
Manifestava Maduixetes Mustigades.
Marc, Magistral Metafòric,
Mimava Memòries Multicolor,
Movent Mètits Maníacs
Microbiòtiques Migranyes Mentolades.
Marc, Mimós Mariner Milicià,
Mudava Matolls Malmesos,
Marinava Molsa Musical
Mesurant Moixes Màrtirs.
Marc, Menuda Mixtura Murmurada,
Maldeia Malaltís Món Molest,
Microbis Malparits Mortals,
Mentre Marxava Mansament Mimat.
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Tia![Ofensiu]rnbonet | 29-09-2006
M'he assabentat, malgrat el meu absolut desconeixement de l'anglès, de TOOTTTAAA la teua biografia... (I am sorry! Sóc vellet; d'aquella època de les llengües romàniques i l'antifranquisme)
La compossició, però, m'ha semblant original, ben estudiada i ben composta.
I com el que domine és una altra llengua peninsular, ara no sé si dir-te "Felicitats"! o "Per molts anys!" (Serà qüestió de fer una repassada als manuals)
Més clar: "châpeau!" i "de puta mare"!
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Biografia:
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heartsOne more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over
T the game is over
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over, over
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
The game is over
I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song to write the rites to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream to exercise this silent scream
A scream that's borne from sorrow
I never did write that love song, the words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows on the other side of the morning
And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
Promised wedding now a wake
The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears
So I'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens' song
Has gone solo in the game, I've gone solo in the game
But the game is over
Can you still say you love me...
/(script for a jester's tear- Marillion)
en Lèvingir, Jb i Aurincon_Kuu em van encadenar, pero jo no soc capaç de seguir la cadena!! Please que alg'u em passi les intruccions per una nina torpe!!!
mail:ninaensucrada@hotmail.com
a veure per quan recuperem les ganes de penjar nous relats....
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