A C^amara estava em confus{ao--todas as voces gritavam barulhento. Ouv/i uma voz pr/oximo disse "Por favor, ajuda-me a passear entre do multid{ao." Disse que se eu ajudava-se, ela podar/a ajuadar-me tamb/em, pero vi que ella foi cega totalamente. De sua cara p/alida y sua pele p/alida, a luz da lua brilhava. L/irio-branco Lillith, Ela va a guiarte do t/unel de noite. L/irio-branco Lillith Ela va a guiarte bem. Cu/ando se guiava entre do multid{ao, o barulho furioso come\cou a crescer. Ela disse "Permita-me a sentir a dire\c{ao que as cinzas ventam, e ensenarei-te de onde voc^e tem que ir." Ela eu segui a uma caverna grande e redonda, ela disse "Eles est{ao vindo por voc^e, n{ao voc^e est/e com medo." Ent{ao ela sente-me de um trono fr/io e de pedra, com escultura em jade. L/irio-branco Lillith, Ela va a guiarte do t/unel de noite. L/irio-branco Lillith Ela va a guiarte bem. Ela abandona-me em minha escura Tenho que enfrentar meu medo E a escura confina-me, Posso ouvir um som zumbido que est/a vindo aqui. Eu posso ver a esquina do t/unel, Illuminada por o que est/a vindo aqui. Duas feras de ouro entram o quarto flutuante E uma chama de luz branca enche o ar.
Grins- it took me about an hour and a bit with two dictionaries, the spanish version, and my chart of irregular verb tenses to translate it. And some of its still akward, oh well, you don't speak enough portugese to care. Just don't give it to someone who does without saying um could you correct any glaring errors..:) Oh, we found out was was wrong with my box of boom. becky plugged it into a 220 volt socket. it friiiiiiied. :( And by the sound of what you said, the man of walk is also broken. :( :( (double sadness) man that sucks. You have no IDEA how much that sucks. :( Oh well. I'll just sing alot. -Kali
And here is Kali's Pome!!! which she wrote to me and the Hill, from Brazil! To: solsbury@digital.net, afn20039@afn.org Subject: Toast
Alo, lovers of Pete, and keepers of a coffee filled homepage! Upon finding myself in Brasil with nothing to do for extremely large stretches of time, I thought to myself "Ah! I shall write a poem about Pete, in an entirely non-Italian and Mary Parks sort of way!" and then I thought "Hey, I will write about Pete and Toast, since I love them both so!" and then I thought, "Ooh! I will write a poem about Pete and Toast and the Beatles, since Paul and Pete are both cute, even though they are both older than my father!" But then my sister (not a lover of Pete) insisted that 'twould be blasphemy for Beatles and Pete to be combined in a single poem. So I just wrote about Pete and Toast. And here it is!
~*Pete and Toast*~ Peter, man of song and verse who, with a flower on his head, did hop and skip about, Happened one day, upon some bread and the toaster to make it great. "Joy!" Said he, for such as this, had ne'er been hap'd upon And promptly sat with all Womad to eat the joyous fare "Toast!" said they "Such joy in bread We never thought could be!" "When bread is changed through golden heat into a breakfast food!" And Pete sat down And wrote a song and several songs he wrote About that joyous comestible, gold-browned and yummy, toast. (Sadly, since he couldn't think of a name with two letters, the Toast Album was abandoned.) ~*~ And so ends the poem of Pete and Toast. Hope you enjoy it. Kali , Toast Priestess
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