this won't do ... it is just another kind of ethnic cleansing
... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Sunday, June 19, 2016
duende ... evaporates
i've only just noticed how the girl on the label of spain's carbonell olive oil has gradually changed over the years from a dark eye'd gypsy woman in to a simpering madrilleno television weather forecaster
this won't do ... it is just another kind of ethnic cleansing
this won't do ... it is just another kind of ethnic cleansing
Sunday, June 12, 2016
my grandfather sometimes took me for walks by the chain and anchor works ....
but he never mentioned the connection with brunel, everybody's engineering hero
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brown_Lenox_%26_Co_Ltd
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brown_Lenox_%26_Co_Ltd
Sunday, June 5, 2016
myfanwy, as sung by welsh people ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_RjRicjIaKI
Yn llenwi'th lygaid duon di?
A'th ruddiau tirion, O Myfanwy,
Heb wrido wrth fy ngweled i?
Pa le mae'r wên oedd ar dy wefus
Fu'n cynnau 'nghariad ffyddlon ffôl?
Pa le mae sain dy eiriau melys,
Fu'n denu'n nghalon ar dy ôl?
That fill your dark eyes
Your gentle cheeks, Oh Myfanwy,
No longer blush beholding me?
Where now the smile upon your lips
That lit my foolish faithful love?
Where now the sound of your sweet words,
That drew my heart to follow you?
I haeddu gwg dy ddwyrudd hardd?
Ai chwarae oeddit, O Myfanwy
 thanau euraidd serch dy fardd?
Wyt eiddo im drwy gywir amod
Ai gormod cadw'th air i mi?
Ni cheisiaf fyth mo'th law, Myfanwy,
Heb gael dy galon gyda hi.
To deserve the frown of your beautiful cheeks?
Was it sport for you, Oh Myfanwy,
This poet's golden flame of love?
You belong to me, through true promise,
Too much to keep your word to me?
I'l never seek your hand, Myfanwy,
Unless I have your heart with her.
Dan heulwen ddisglair canol dydd.
A boed i rosyn gwridog iechyd
I ddawnsio ganmlwydd ar dy rudd.
Anghofia'r oll o'th addewidion
A wneist i rywun, 'ngeneth ddel,
A dyro'th law, Myfanwy dirion
I ddim ond dweud y gair "Ffarwél".
Beneath the midday sun's bright glow,
And may a blushing rose of health
Dance on your cheek a hundred years.
I forget all your words of promise
You made to someone, my pretty girl
So give me your hand, my sweet Myfanwy,
For no more but to say "farewell".
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