POLLDUBH (I)

By day we worked on the roads – cutting hedges, scraping weeds from the verges. In the evening, after bean-time, we climbed the slabs which covered the hillside, above and beyond the cottage, like armoured plating. Tom and I took turns to go first. It was a great honour to go first because the one who goes first is the one most likely to break his neck. “Why is it,” McCallum said to me once – McCallum doesn’t come in to this story – he just sort of hovers in the background offering words of wisdom like the old blind priest in Kung Fu – “Why is it grasshopper,” he said, “That when I was young and had my whole life in front of me, I kept trying to throw it away. But now that I don’t have very much left, I’m holdin’ on tight.”
In this contest (the who’s going to kill himself first contest) John didn’t rate at all. He had another role altogether. Uncompetitive and undriven by an excess of adrenalin, John had a tidy sports jacket and a polite manner. So he was our spokesperson. He was also the one who tried a bit harder when it was his turn to cook the beans – pepper, a touch of oregano perhaps, and not to be eaten straight from the tin.
John climbed too, but he didn’t do what Tom and I did. Even as a young man, John was holding on tight. Perhaps he had a premonition that he hadn’t as much life to come and go on.
Once, Tom broke the rules of the game and nearly killed me with a huge sod. It weighed perhaps half a hundred-weight. He cast it out of the crack up which he was struggling. Sixty feet above my head he was and he said not a word. It landed on the ledge beside me where I sat dangling my legs in space and innocently paying out the rope. I felt the breath of it. If I had leaned to one side a second before, perhaps to ease the ache in my rock-embossed buttocks, my head would have been removed. Another time, in far off Switzerland, Tom saved my life with a snatched rope when I slipped on ice during our descent from the Matterhorn. These things we did for each other. These things stick in the memory.

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THE REAL PRINCESS

There was once a prince, and he wanted a princess, but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled right round the world to find one, but there was always something wrong. There were plenty of princesses, but whether they were real princesses he had great difficulty in discovering; there was always something which was not quite right about them. So at last he had to come home again, and he was very sad because he wanted a real princess so badly.

One evening there was a terrible storm; it thundered and lightened and the rain poured down in torrents; indeed it was a fearful night.

In the middle of the storm somebody knocked at the town gate, and the old King himself went to open it.

It was a princess who stood outside, but she was in a terrible state from the rain and the storm. The water streamed out of her hair and her clothes; it ran in at the top of her shoes and out at the heel, but she said that she was a real princess.

‘Well we shall soon see if that is true,’ thought the old Queen, but she said nothing. She went into the bedroom, took all the bedclothes off and laid a pea on the bedstead: then she took twenty mattresses and piled them on the top of the pea, and then twenty feather beds on the top of the mattresses. This was where the princess was to sleep that night. In the morning they asked her how she had slept.

‘Oh terribly badly!’ said the princess. ‘I have hardly closed my eyes the whole night! Heaven knows what was in the bed. I seemed to be lying upon some hard thing, and my whole body is black and blue this morning. It is terrible!’

They saw at once that she must be a real princess when she had felt the pea through twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. Nobody but a real princess could have such a delicate skin.

So the prince took her to be his wife, for now he was sure that he had found a real princess, and the pea was put into the Museum, where it may still be seen if no one has stolen it.
by: Hans Christian Anderson (1805-1875)

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Bring Back The Memories

Baby you were in my
dream
We were walking down
the street
when I heard a new melody
It’s like a blast from the
past
that old song took us back
to the way that it used to
be
Back to bobby’s house in midnight hours
The the night i asked you what’s your name
Pledging our love over soda pops
And loving you more and more
everyday
Let the DJ play that special
song again
Let’s bring back the memories
Hey there Lonely Girl
I’ll be your Duke Of Earl
Cause that’s how it used to
be
I keep thinking how it must
have been
It wasn’t so long ago
Everything was so simple then
When I loved you with all my
heart and soul
In the book of love
We’re a Million To One
Let’s bring back the memories
My Earth Angel
Leave a story to tell
Let’s bring back these used to be’s
I can make up each and every scène
I’ll do-wop and then laugh at me
And I’d like to rewrite my whole
story
With you by my side
In The Still Of The Night
I want to know that you’re mine
So bring back those memories
Bring back those memories
We’re a Thousand Miles Away
bring back the memories
Earth angel
Earth Angel
Will you be mine
Bring back the memories
Bring back the memories

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Love Of My Life

LOVE OF MY LIFE – YOU HURT ME,
YOU BROKEN MY HEART AND NOW YOU LEAVE ME.
LOVE OF MY LIFE CANT YOU SEE,
BRING IT BACK, BRING IT BACK,
DONT TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME, BECAUSE YOU DONT KNOW, WHAT IT MEANS TO ME.

LOVE OF MY LIFE DONT LEAVE ME,
YOUVE STOLEN MY LOVE, YOU NOW DESERT ME,
LOVE OF MY LIFE CANT YOU SEE,
BRING IT BACK, BRING IT BACK,
DONT TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME BECAUSE YOU DONT KNOW – WHAT IT MEANS TO ME.

YOU WONT REMEMBER –
WHEN THIS IS BLOWN OVER
AND EVERYTHINGS ALL BY THE WAY –
WHEN I GET OLDER
I WILL BE THERE BY YOUR SIDE TO REMIND YOU HOW I STILL LOVE YOU – STILL LOVE YOU.

BACK – HURRY BACK,
DONT TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME,
BECAUSE YOU DONT KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO ME – LOVE OF MY LIFE
LOVE OF MY LIFE..Freddie Mercury

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Namaste

Namaste…
In honor the place in you in which the entire universe dwells.

In honor the place in you which is of love, of truth, of light and of peace.

When you are in the pleace in you and I am in that place in me, we are one.
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A SPECIAL DREAM …

I dream to enter into my house
to open the windows of my life
singing a beautiful melody
between dreams and a lot of poetry …

Lying in my pleasure bed
and let me say to myself
“I love you very much”
And I thank for my life …

Take out all the protective clothing
getting into the shower
and free myself of negative emotions …
Singing to my soul to rejoice …
Wear the white of purity
and admire the beauty
of feeling much PEACE …
kiss kiss
Penhah

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A DREAM IN A MIST

When all the bells have rung
And all the birds have sung
And the poets have left nothing unsaid
Or so it seems inside my head

Let not the last words I hear
Let it not be the dreaded final good-bye
Now as the dark of night grows near
Must I feel my worst fears?

How far must I look to see?
What a fool am I to imagine how it could be?
Must I not dare to dream? Tell me it’s not so
That I in my long and lonely way must go

Perhaps there was something I might have missed?
Or are you but a fragile swirl in a mountain mist
Come back, come back like a sweet-smelling silk glove
Rush in with the wind or ride on the wings of a dove

For you will always be where my soul has dwelt
In my heart, there my spirit forever is uplifted to rest
Yet you left at the very moment I so warmly felt
After your sweet kiss when I fell to my intimate best

Could it be it was probably something I missed?
Or were you in the end but a dream in a mist
Swirling away in the morning sun high into the sky
Left to just sadly sigh and bid you a misty fly by..

By Ronald P Chavez

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YOU´RE THE ONE THAT I WANT

I got chills, they’re multiplyin’, and I’m losin’ control
Cause the power you’re supplyin’, it’s electrifyin’

You better shape up, cause I need a man, and my heart is set on you
You better shape up, you better understand, to my heart I must be true
Nothing left, nothing left for me to do

You’re the one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one I need (the one I need), oh yes indeed (yes indeed)

If you’re filled with affection, ‘n you’re too shy to convey
Meditate my direction, feel your way
I better shape up, cause you need a man
I need a man, who can keep me satisfied
I better shape up, if I’m gonna prove
You better prove, that my fate is justified
Are you sure? Yes I’m sure down deep inside.

You’re the one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one I need (the one I need), oh yes indeed (yes indeed)

You’re the one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one I need (the one I need), oh yes indeed (yes indeed)
You’re the one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one that I want (you are the one I want), ooh ooh ooh, honey
The one I need (the one I need), oh yes indeed (yes indeed)
OLIVIA NEWTON JONH & JHON TRAVOLTA

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The Twist…

The Twist was a dance inspired by rock and roll music. It became the first worldwide dance craze in the early 1960s, enjoying immense popularity among young people and drawing fire from critics who felt it was too provocative. It inspired dances such as the Jerk, the Pony, the Watusi, the Mashed Potato, the Monkey and the Funky Chicken, although none were as popular. The dance was inspired by “The Twist,” B-side of Hank Ballard’s single “Teardrops on your letter” in 1959.

When twist dance started i was a little girl but i grew up with this dance.
Those were the days:)
Youngs and people who feel young like me go and dance now ..
Enjoy it:))
Let’s Twist Again

Come on everybody, clap your hands. Aw, yer lookin’ good?
I’m gonna sing my song, it won’t take long.
We’re gonna do the twist and it goes like this…

[Backup singers repeat, “Ooo, wop, wop,” over sung the lyrics.]

[Sung:]
Come on, let’s twist again,
Like we did last summer.
Yeah, let’s twist again,
Like we did last year.
Do you remember when,
Things were really hummin’?
Yeah, let’s twist again,
Twistin’ time is here.

Ee-ya, ‘round and around,
And a up and down we go again.
Oh, baby, make me know,
You love me so and then,
Twist again,
Like we did last summer.
Come on, let’s twist again,
Like we did last year.
Twist! Yo!
[Más Letras en http://es.mp3lyrics.org/dtz%5D

[Instrumental break with doo-wop from the backup singers.]

[Rap:]
[Checker:] Who’s that flyin’ up there, is it a bird?
[Crowd:] No!
[Checker:] Is it a plane?
[Crowd:] No!
[Checker:] Is it The Twister?
[Crowd:] Yeah!

[Sung:]
Yeah, twist again,
Like we did last summer.
Come on, let’d twist again,
Like we twist last year.
Do you remember when,
Things were really hummin’?
Come on, let’s twist again,
Twistin’ time is here.

Ee-ya, ‘round and around,
And a up and down we go again.
Oh, baby make me know,
You love me so and then,
Come on, twist again,
Like we did last summer.
Girl, let’s twist again,
Like we did last year.

Come on, let’s twist again,
Twistin’ time is here!
Wop-wop.

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