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experts on english please !!!
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koella
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From: holland
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 RE: experts on english please !!! (in reply to koella)
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ok ok, here's the complete text.
I think it's typical dutch-english. ideas translated littilarly from dutch into english.
please comment on phony expression :
Like a Bird
There you are, and there you were
Flying by, like a bird
Smiling and humming
Skipping and singing
Like a bird
Wish I could, be good as you
Always at hand, following your heart
Taking and giving
Tenderly living
Like a bird, you always were
For what it's worth, I'll always be with you
and hope that someday,
I'll be as brave and true, as you, like you
Where ever you are. It won't be to far
You will carry on. Your heart was so strong
Where ever you go. You'll be glad to know
Forever you'll show, in our mind and our soul
You will carry on
There you are, there you were
Flying by, like a bird
Smiling and humming
Like a bird
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Date Mar. 26 2015 17:37:45
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guitarbuddha
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Joined: Jan. 4 2007
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RE: experts on english please !!! (in reply to koella)
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Nice playing, I think I am beginning to appreciate you technique more . And of course I enjoyed the humour in the video immensely.
While, like Mitch, I am hearing the violins (do they ever stop ?). I think that a voice might just fit. Not singing though. Here are the words by Norman McKaig who is actually an expert in English, as I am not.
Everywhere she dies. Everywhere I go she dies.
No sunrise, no city square, no lurking beautiful mountain
but has her death in it.
The silence of her dying sounds through
the carousel of language. It’s a web
on which laughter stitches itself. How can my hand
clasp another’s when between them
is that thick death, that intolerable distance?
She grieves for my grief. Dying, she tells me
that bird dives from the sun, that fish
leaps into it. No crocus is carved more gently
than the way her dying
shapes my mind. – But I hear, too,
the other words,
black words that make the sound
of soundlessness, that name the nowhere
she is continuously going into.
Ever since she died
she can’t stop dying. She makes me
her elegy. I am a walking masterpiece,
a true fiction
of the ugliness of death.
I am her sad music.
D.
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