vendredi, 29 mai 2009
Il faut cliquer sur le triangle qui signifie play. Le loup d'AlmaSoror s'est laissé allé à geindre et au milieu de la bande des chants diphoniques se sont laissés aller à sortir. Alleluia
Écrit par Note dans la catégorie L'oiseau | Tags : incongru, meute, cantus, lupus
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For seven years I dwelt In the loose palace of exile, Playing strange games With the girls of the island. Now I have come again To the land of the fair, & the strong, & the wise. Brothers & sisters of the pale forest O children of Night Who among you will run with the hunt? Now Night arrives with her purple legion. Retire now to your tents & to your dreams. Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth. I want to be ready. Morrison
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For seven years I dwelt
In the loose palace of exile,
Playing strange games
With the girls of the island.
Now I have come again
To the land of the fair, & the strong, & the wise.
Brothers & sisters of the pale forest
O children of Night
Who among you will run with the hunt?
Now Night arrives with her purple legion.
Retire now to your tents & to your dreams.
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth.
I want to be ready.
Morrison
Les commentaires sont fermés.