la rose que j'aurrai aimé offrir à la St-Valentin, mais que j'offrirai un jour, en espérant la trouver...
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Asimbonanga
Asimbonang 'umfowethu thina
Laph'ekhona
une rose
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# Posté le lundi 06 mars 2006 08:35
Modifié le jeudi 23 mars 2006 04:08
contrepèterie
spécial dédicasse aux mecs de la réunion :
" Tu ne peux pas te passer de vaccin dans les régions ou tu es "
tu vois Baptiste tu ne l'aurrais pas eu le chik sinon ^^
PS. malhreusement pas de vaccin, mouais, par contre à la troisième forme de lecture tu l'aurrais pu, l'avoir ;)
" Tu ne peux pas te passer de vaccin dans les régions ou tu es "
tu vois Baptiste tu ne l'aurrais pas eu le chik sinon ^^
PS. malhreusement pas de vaccin, mouais, par contre à la troisième forme de lecture tu l'aurrais pu, l'avoir ;)
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# Posté le mardi 21 février 2006 04:39
et pour ma puce
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# Posté le mardi 14 février 2006 02:32
chaton
ma pauvre, tu crois que je t'ai oublié... bah non, c'est pas le cas, mais on va dire qu'avec le temps, on a de moins en moins de temps de se voir, de se parler... et à la fin de se comprendre sur certains sujets... mais bon on va dire que les bases sont toujours là...
Ah bon tu penses me connaitre sur le chevauchement, hum hum, reste à voir... Faudra qu'on mette à plat certaines choses un de ses 4 de ce côtés là lol ^^
Ah bon tu penses me connaitre sur le chevauchement, hum hum, reste à voir... Faudra qu'on mette à plat certaines choses un de ses 4 de ce côtés là lol ^^
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# Posté le jeudi 02 février 2006 11:23
Et bé 100 articles, alors qu'au début, c'était simplement pour mettre des photos de l'île ;)
Cruel Crazy Beautiful World
You have to wash with the crocodile in the river
You have to swim with the sharks in the sea
You have to live with the crooked politician
Trush those things that you can never see
Ayeye ayeye jesse mfana (jesse boy) ayeye ayeye
Chorus:
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world
Every time you wake up I hope it's under a blue sky
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world
One day when you wake up I will have to say goodbye
Goodbye -- It's your world so live in it!
Beyond the door, strange cruel beautiful years lie waiting for you
It kills me to know you won't escape loneliness,
Maybe you lose hope too
Ayeye ayeye jesse mfana ayeye ayeye
Chorus
When I feel your small body close to mine
I feel weak and strong at the same time
So few years to give you wings to fly
Show you the stars to guide your ship by
Chorus
It's your world so live in it
You have to swim with the sharks in the sea
You have to live with the crooked politician
Trush those things that you can never see
Ayeye ayeye jesse mfana (jesse boy) ayeye ayeye
Chorus:
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world
Every time you wake up I hope it's under a blue sky
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world
One day when you wake up I will have to say goodbye
Goodbye -- It's your world so live in it!
Beyond the door, strange cruel beautiful years lie waiting for you
It kills me to know you won't escape loneliness,
Maybe you lose hope too
Ayeye ayeye jesse mfana ayeye ayeye
Chorus
When I feel your small body close to mine
I feel weak and strong at the same time
So few years to give you wings to fly
Show you the stars to guide your ship by
Chorus
It's your world so live in it
Orphans of the empire
In ships they came from Europe, across the salt sea
Come for the build and raise a colony
And in the jungle green their citadels did gleam
In tribute and homage to the old country
And soon their children grew and promised to be true
Orphans of an Empire their destiny
Chorus:
Hold me close Africa
Fill my soul Africa
Let me grow old, Africa
Let me in
Fill my soul Africa
Don't let me go, Africa
Let me grow old, Africa
And remember me
Imperial gentleman, he built mighty walls
And in the jungle atternoon he plays polo when he's bored
He sips a gin and tonic and tells you confidentially
He wishes he understood the indiginies
But the shadows they are lengthening and the sun it must set
Bewildered and confused he scurries home to his bed
Chorus
He cannot understand the soldiers all at hand
For with guns you cannot fight a foe that dwells within
But the batlle had begun and a soldier he's become
Who can sing his litany?
It's a beggarman's prayer or a string on the wind
Will that be all that lingers on the memory?
And who will remember that African December?
When he knelt before the colors and swore to do or die?
And he kissed his frightened lover, beneath the glowing embers
Of that dark, strange heaven, that ancient sky
Now he's gone to dust, just like all good soldiers must
But the mournful mutter of the battlefield still lingers in the air
So it's farewell sweet Caroline, farewell Elizabeth
Goodbye gentle ladies of the old order
And farewell to your islands carved upon this continent
Some England, some France and some Germany
Soon you will return to that dream across the sea
Cause here is no more honey left for tea
Chorus
Come for the build and raise a colony
And in the jungle green their citadels did gleam
In tribute and homage to the old country
And soon their children grew and promised to be true
Orphans of an Empire their destiny
Chorus:
Hold me close Africa
Fill my soul Africa
Let me grow old, Africa
Let me in
Fill my soul Africa
Don't let me go, Africa
Let me grow old, Africa
And remember me
Imperial gentleman, he built mighty walls
And in the jungle atternoon he plays polo when he's bored
He sips a gin and tonic and tells you confidentially
He wishes he understood the indiginies
But the shadows they are lengthening and the sun it must set
Bewildered and confused he scurries home to his bed
Chorus
He cannot understand the soldiers all at hand
For with guns you cannot fight a foe that dwells within
But the batlle had begun and a soldier he's become
Who can sing his litany?
It's a beggarman's prayer or a string on the wind
Will that be all that lingers on the memory?
And who will remember that African December?
When he knelt before the colors and swore to do or die?
And he kissed his frightened lover, beneath the glowing embers
Of that dark, strange heaven, that ancient sky
Now he's gone to dust, just like all good soldiers must
But the mournful mutter of the battlefield still lingers in the air
So it's farewell sweet Caroline, farewell Elizabeth
Goodbye gentle ladies of the old order
And farewell to your islands carved upon this continent
Some England, some France and some Germany
Soon you will return to that dream across the sea
Cause here is no more honey left for tea
Chorus
Deux belles chansons interprétées par Johnny Clegg, pour mon 100 ème article je voulais faire part de deux choses qui me tiennent à coeur, à vous d'essayer de les comprendre....
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# Posté le dimanche 22 janvier 2006 05:15
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