tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73331812011-04-21T20:58:20.749+01:00Alatrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06442269677992648830noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333181.post-1088727501030837852004-07-02T01:15:00.000+01:002004-07-02T01:18:21.030+01:00This is a translation of Orff's O Fortuna. I was listening to ot today and while the lyrics are very beautiful in Latin they mean alot more in English! Enjoy... <br /> <br /> <br /><strong>O Fortuna</strong> <br /> <br />O Fortune, like the moon of ever changing state, you are always waxing or waning; hateful life now is brutal, now pampers our feelings with its game; poverty, power, it melts them like ice. <br /> <br />Fate, savage and empty, you are a turning wheel, your position is uncertain, your favour is idle and always likely to disappear; covered in shadows and veiled you bear upon me too; now my back is naked through the sport of your wickedness. <br /> <br />The chance of prosperity and of virtue is not now mine; whether willing or not, a man is always liable for Fortune's service. At this hour without delay touch the strings! Because through luck she lays low the brave, all join with me in lamentation! <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7333181-108872750103083785?l=alatriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alatrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06442269677992648830noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333181.post-1088207720929659312004-06-26T00:54:00.000+01:002004-06-26T00:55:20.930+01:00A photo I found from a new surfing documentry called "Riding Giants". The size of that wave just goes to show how insignificant we are in the scheme of things! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v291/Alatriel/wave.jpg"><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7333181-108820772092965931?l=alatriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alatrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06442269677992648830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333181.post-1088021086686092712004-06-23T21:02:00.000+01:002004-06-23T21:05:52.216+01:00Taken at the Paddys day parade a couple of years ago. Twas funny at the time. Three birds in line for the portaloo: ) (Yes I am easily amused) <br /> <br /> <br /><img src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v291/Alatriel/birds_peeing2.jpg><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7333181-108802108668609271?l=alatriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alatrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06442269677992648830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333181.post-1087935628542958352004-06-22T21:15:00.000+01:002004-06-22T21:20:28.543+01:00A colage of photos from Clare made by none other than Lorraine(who else?) Ah fun times: ) See ye all again next year! Same bat-time same bat-channel! (Oh the nerdy shame) <br /> <br /> <br /><img src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v291/Alatriel/ClareSmilieHappy01.jpg><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7333181-108793562854295835?l=alatriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alatrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06442269677992648830noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333181.post-1087694277161077232004-06-20T02:12:00.000+01:002004-06-20T02:17:57.163+01:00This is one of my first ventures into the difficult art of photo <br />editing. With much help from Astrophella(lets not lie she did most of it) we managed to create this, during the Moulin Ruoge period.(hey Pacasso had a blue grey and red period, why can't we??) <br /> <br /> <br /><img src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v291/Alatriel/paris1899.jpg><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7333181-108769427716107723?l=alatriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alatrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06442269677992648830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333181.post-1087601796107285072004-06-19T00:28:00.000+01:002004-06-19T00:36:36.106+01:00Thank you Lorraine, this is beautiful: ) <br /> <br /> <br /><img src=http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v291/Alatriel/AlatrielPencence.jpg><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7333181-108760179610728507?l=alatriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alatrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06442269677992648830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333181.post-1087584187179932672004-06-18T19:41:00.000+01:002004-06-18T19:43:07.180+01:00It's all so complicated with the flowers and the romance and the lies upon lies!!! <br /> <br /> <br />Oh so true Dr Zoidburg: )<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7333181-108758418717993267?l=alatriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alatrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06442269677992648830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333181.post-1087483081465704892004-06-17T15:37:00.000+01:002004-06-17T15:38:01.466+01:00Lorraine and I in Sandycove. Looks like we're superimposed onto the background but we're NOT!!! <br /> <br /><img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v291/Alatriel/jean_lorrane_seaside.jpg"> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7333181-108748308146570489?l=alatriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alatrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06442269677992648830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333181.post-1087435802559159802004-06-17T02:33:00.000+01:002004-06-17T02:30:02.560+01:00Just found this, nice thing to round up the evening. Quote from O(modern take on Shakespeares Othello) <br /> <br /><blockquote>All my life I always wanted to fly. I always wanted to live like a hawk. I know you're not supposed to be jealous of anything, but...to take flight, to soar above everything and everyone, now that's living. </blockquote> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7333181-108743580255915980?l=alatriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alatrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06442269677992648830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333181.post-1087435232615177562004-06-17T02:19:00.000+01:002004-06-17T02:20:32.616+01:00Making them are we???? Ill give you a run for your money!!!!!! <br /> <br /> <br />Bring It Oin!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7333181-108743523261517756?l=alatriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alatrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06442269677992648830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333181.post-1087432953307243412004-06-17T01:46:00.000+01:002004-06-17T02:23:35.383+01:00Continuing with the Parisian theme due to my excitiment about my holidays. Hers one from last year. <br /> <br /><img src="http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v291/Alatriel/P_Eiffle_Tower_EVENING.jpg"> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7333181-108743295330724341?l=alatriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alatrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06442269677992648830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333181.post-1087428408068915072004-06-17T00:33:00.000+01:002004-06-17T02:23:12.103+01:00A wonderful poem introduced to me by Mark. Read on... <br /> <br /> <br /><strong>In Paris With You</strong> <br /> <br /> <br /> Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful <br />And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two. <br />I'm one of your talking wounded. <br />I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded. <br />But I'm in Paris with you. <br /> <br />Yes I'm angry at the way I've been bamboozled <br />And resentful at the mess I've been through. <br />I admit I'm on the rebound <br />And I don't care where are we bound. <br />I'm in Paris with you. <br /> <br />Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre <br />If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame, <br />If we skip the Champs Elysées <br />And remain here in this sleazy <br /> <br />Old hotel room <br />Doing this and that <br />To what and whom <br />Learning who you are, <br />Learning what I am. <br /> <br />Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris, <br />The little bit of Paris in our view. <br />There's that crack across the ceiling <br />And the hotel walls are peeling <br />And I'm in Paris with you. <br /> <br />Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris. <br />I'm in Paris with the slightest thing you do. <br />I'm in Paris with your eyes, your mouth, <br />I'm in Paris with... all points south. <br />Am I embarrassing you? <br />I'm in Paris with you. <br /> <br />James Fenton <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7333181-108742840806891507?l=alatriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alatrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06442269677992648830noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7333181.post-1087407543576074162004-06-16T18:38:00.000+01:002004-06-17T02:24:01.006+01:00These are the ramblings of an idle brain... Nothing much to be said or to do. A cool breeze blowing through the window, the sun shining outside and Zero 7 on my stereo, what a relaxing way to spend an evening. Its nice to have nothing more to think about *sigh*...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7333181-108740754357607416?l=alatriel.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alatrielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06442269677992648830noreply@blogger.com0