Ladies and Gentlemen... Lost's 5th Season is finally here.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Cronicle of a Death Foretold
Hi again, my beloved readers! How are you doing? So cold lately, isn't it?
The other day I was wandering the streets at night while a heavy rain was pouring down, (which I love since I'm a genuine English man) and then, just when I found myself all alone in a street I realized I was surrounded by corpses... Yes, people... Corpses! Not human corpses, of course... That would have been more curious and disturbing, don't you think?
Well, the thing is, I was completely surrounded by broken umbrellas. And then I thought it was a sad end for such an useful and classy complement. An umbrella is a typical thing people doesn't buy by themselves... You most probably receive an umbrella as a gift given by someone that loves you enough to worry about you getting wet when rain starts to fall. Unless, of course, it's raining already. Then hords of ambulant umbrella-sellers emerge from who-knows-where and try to sell cheap awful umbrellas to absent-mindedness wet people.
But, wherever an umbrella comes, all of them are damned if they collapse in the middle of the streets, because all of them are buried in the same way: no burial! Busted umbrellas lie everywhere, the luckiest in a garbage bin. Of course, when an umbrella breaks people worry more about getting wet than giving their silent friends a decent burial. I've always thought -in a funny way- about burning broken umbrellas, like Vikings did with their deceased people, sailing a Drakkar on fire for the last time... And dust to dust, ashes to ashes!
So, before throwing an umbrella in the middle of a wet street consider being a little bit more considered! Requiescat in Pace, broken umbrellas around the World!
The other day I was wandering the streets at night while a heavy rain was pouring down, (which I love since I'm a genuine English man) and then, just when I found myself all alone in a street I realized I was surrounded by corpses... Yes, people... Corpses! Not human corpses, of course... That would have been more curious and disturbing, don't you think?
Well, the thing is, I was completely surrounded by broken umbrellas. And then I thought it was a sad end for such an useful and classy complement. An umbrella is a typical thing people doesn't buy by themselves... You most probably receive an umbrella as a gift given by someone that loves you enough to worry about you getting wet when rain starts to fall. Unless, of course, it's raining already. Then hords of ambulant umbrella-sellers emerge from who-knows-where and try to sell cheap awful umbrellas to absent-mindedness wet people.
But, wherever an umbrella comes, all of them are damned if they collapse in the middle of the streets, because all of them are buried in the same way: no burial! Busted umbrellas lie everywhere, the luckiest in a garbage bin. Of course, when an umbrella breaks people worry more about getting wet than giving their silent friends a decent burial. I've always thought -in a funny way- about burning broken umbrellas, like Vikings did with their deceased people, sailing a Drakkar on fire for the last time... And dust to dust, ashes to ashes!
So, before throwing an umbrella in the middle of a wet street consider being a little bit more considered! Requiescat in Pace, broken umbrellas around the World!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Happy New Year (?)
Let's welcome this new year with good music!
Black Sabbath - War Pigs
Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerer of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds, oh lord yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that to the poor
Yeah!
Time will tell they are power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'till their judgement day comes
Yeah!
(Bridge)
Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercies for their sins
Satan laughing, spreads his wings
OH LORD YEAH!
Black Sabbath - War Pigs
Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerer of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds, oh lord yeah!
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that to the poor
Yeah!
Time will tell they are power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'till their judgement day comes
Yeah!
(Bridge)
Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercies for their sins
Satan laughing, spreads his wings
OH LORD YEAH!
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