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About Life after Traumatic Brain Injury
Bricks
One brick at a time... one day at a time.. I build the new me.
Spilling cement, desperately needed to patch the gaps I leave between the bricks.
I catch what cement I can, and smooth it in.
Yeah- my wall has leaks... yes the weather gets in, and I get chilled...
But I built this ... it is mine. I will live in it.
I wont compare this new shell, with the prefabricated ones I dwelled in before.
I will stay here, and be happy here.
This is mine...
only mine.by Vitolo
Ok, @Vitolo , probably not what you had in mind! LOL
Oh... I don't know.....Please join me in expressing what is in your heart.
What a wonderful way to know one another!
You wrote the verse (or at least re-wrote the end)
I've changed my prose to meet your new revelation,Nah...I stole it from Andrew 'Dice' Clay....whose real last name is Silverstein. He's my landsman; which for some reason I find hilarious.
CIVILIZATION:I've changed my prose to meet your new revelation,
It was a pleasure to make this quick alteration!
... and it was done with minimal devastation.
It's OK to be POLITICAL?WHY IS MY BUD ALWAYS GONE
Why is all my bud gone,
So tasty it never lasts that long,
Luckily it grows on trees!
Unlucky for me there are legalities,
Why is all my bud gone,
I'm sitting here with an empty bong,
My grinders got some specks left,
But not enough to treat my stress,
I'm going to have to get some more,
I wish we had special bud stores,
Why is all my bud gone,
Time to get my hunt on.
ENGLISH VERSION
The Albatross
Often, to amuse themselves, the men of a crew
Catch albatrosses, those vast sea birds
That indolently follow a ship
As it glides over the deep, briny sea.
Scarcely have they placed them on the deck
Than these kings of the sky, clumsy, ashamed,
Pathetically let their great white wings
Drag beside them like oars.
That winged voyager, how weak and gauche he is,
So beautiful before, now comic and ugly!
One man worries his beak with a stubby clay pipe;
Another limps, mimics the cripple who once flew!
The poet resembles this prince of cloud and sky
Who frequents the tempest and laughs at the bowman;
When exiled on the earth, the butt of hoots and jeers,
His giant wings prevent him from walking.
— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)
FRENCH (ORIGINAL TEXT)
L’Albatros
Souvent, pour s’amuser, les hommes d’équipage
Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,
Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,
Le navire glissant sur les gouffres amers.
À peine les ont-ils déposés sur les planches,
Que ces rois de l’azur, maladroits et honteux,
Laissent piteusement leurs grandes ailes blanches
Comme des avirons traîner à côté d’eux.
Ce voyageur ailé, comme il est gauche et veule!
Lui, naguère si beau, qu’il est comique et laid!
L’un agace son bec avec un brûle-gueule,
L’autre mime, en boitant, l’infirme qui volait!
Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l’archer;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l’empêchent de marcher.
— Charles Baudelaire
Baudelaire certainly was "experienced"...
Charles Baudelaire – L’Albatros (English/French)
- Author: Charles Baudelaire
- Poem: ‘L’Albatros’
- Year: 1861
- Collection: Fleurs du mal / Flowers of Evil
I was in FRANCE, VERSAILLES 1990 - 1994 amazing CIVILIZED spot to be?
The exposure was amazing ?
Bias to western USA , however Europe taught one about CIVILIZATION!
Thank U 4 posting decent tune’s!
EXPERIENCE? (Hendrick’s album?)
I love sound!Thank you @ataxian pour vos bons mots!
Are You Experienced ? is indeed the song I was alluding to.
All the best.
Cannabis growing while listening 2 tune’s can be a blissful endeavor
When we had our yearly golf outing the courses were top shelf!
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