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Postuar nga darke datë 09 Qershor 2004 - 18:03:

The Waking Up Of A Warrior

The warrior is waking from his sleep.
He thinks: "I don't know how to deal with this light, it makes me grow."
Nonetheless, the light does not disappear.
The warrior thinks: "changes will have to be made that I don't have the will to make."
The light continues there - because "will" is a very tricky word.
So the warrior's eyes and heart begin to grow used to the light.
He does not get scared; he begins to accept his Legend, even though it means running risks.
The warrior has been sleeping for a long time. It is only natural that he wakes up little by little.

Postuar nga Klodel datë 10 Qershor 2004 - 00:32:

joan of arc- a perfect warrior

Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc
as she came riding through the dark;
no moon to keep her armour bright,
no man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, "I'm tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
a wedding dress or something white
to wear upon my swollen appetite."

Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way,
you know I've watched you riding every day
and something in me yearns to win
such a cold and lonesome heroine
"And who are you?" she sternly spoke
to the one beneath the smoke.
"Why, I'm fire," he replied,
"And I love your solitude, I love your pride.".

"Then fire, make your body cold,
I'm going to give you mine to hold,"
saying this she climbed inside
to be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and high above the wedding guests
he hung the ashes of her wedding dress.

It was deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and then she clearly understood
if he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright

from an innocent little girl she became the hero of france to be burned alive then as a reward for her services to her homeland, for her belief, for her purity, for her strength,

Postuar nga lorie datë 10 Qershor 2004 - 09:21:

...and even though burned ,she is immortal for what she did.

I read long time ago Joan of Ark from Mark Twein. Her whole story was there .I loved the trial ,her pride not to surrender, her eloquence and bright mind in outsmarting the judges by giving strong arguments ,her spirit that made her rise up.

Postuar nga Klodel datë 10 Qershor 2004 - 17:15:

I am rereading it. I love the book it speaks a lot to me.

Postuar nga oliinter datë 08 Tetor 2004 - 13:53:

Hey what's up

What do you think about this?

When I Saw You For The First Time,
I Just Knew You're Only Mine,
You Where Shoulder I Could Cry On,
Always Making Troubles Gone.

Forgive Me Sometime I Was Cruel,
On My Life There Was No Rule,
Than You Come And Brought A Light,
Telling Me What's Wrong And Right.

When I think about you
I'm afraid I might fall for you again
I bite my bruised lips trying to forget the real pain
Oh my fawn, I even stopped grieving these days
I just ask the people whose words I can't hear
If you're still on your own
Oh my lassie, set off tonight
Go with who ever, doesn't matter
Find someone who reminds you of me
Then I'll try to stop loving you

Postuar nga darke datë 10 Tetor 2004 - 03:51:

Re: Hey what's up

Citim:
Po citoj ato që tha oliinter
What do you think about this?

Oh my lassie, set off tonight
Go with who ever, doesn't matter
Find someone who reminds you of me
Then I'll try to stop loving you

I think that this man leaves the war as lost without trying to fight so... he is not a warrior

Postuar nga oliinter datë 10 Tetor 2004 - 23:41:

Hey what's up

Belive me sometimes is better to give up!
I tryed hard but all i had win is just tears and hard pain!
Anyway this is just my opinion!
I like to be a good warrior but not in the love!

Postuar nga darke datë 11 Tetor 2004 - 00:20:

Citim:
Po citoj ato që tha oliinter
Belive me sometimes is better to give up!
I tryed hard but all i had win is just tears and hard pain!
Anyway this is just my opinion!
I like to be a good warrior but not in the love!


Oh oliinter, sometimes the warrior - inadvertently - takes a wrong step and falls into the abyss. Phantoms startle him, loneliness torments him. As always he sought the Good Combat, and didn't think this would happen to him.
But it did. Surrounded by darkness, he communicates with his master.
"Master, I have fallen into the abyss," he says. "The waters are deep and dark."
"Remember one thing," replies the master. "That it is not the fall which drowns, but the length of time underwater."
And this causes the warrior to use all his strength to get out of the situation in which he finds himself.

Postuar nga oliinter datë 12 Tetor 2004 - 13:39:

Hej pershendetje

Because a single life cannot be enough in order to forget
When it can be loved to your name and to your voice to
think without makes me badly and a single life cannot be
enough in order to forget a history that it is worth every
particular minimum, not to forget!

That is all I have for today!

Postuar nga darke datë 19 Tetor 2004 - 02:26:

Exclamation oliinter

Citim:
Po citoj ato që tha oliinter
Because a single life cannot be enough in order to forget
When it can be loved to your name and to your voice to
think without makes me badly and a single life cannot be
enough in order to forget a history that it is worth every
particular minimum, not to forget!

That is all I have for today!

Things pass, and the best you can do is to let them really go away.
Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them. Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood. Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.
Nothing is irreplaceable. Nobody is irreplaceable.
Stop being who you were, and tell me who you are.
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