The First Battle of Moytura
The Battle of Moytura
or, The First Battle of Magh Turedh
H.2.17 (TCD)
1. "Sons of the mighty Nemed, the reason for your meeting? What brought them here - strife, conflict or fight? "
'What brought us to our homes, Fintan O sage, is this: we have suffered at the hands of Fomorians of Ireland by reason of the size of the tax. "
'Whatever the tribute, or whoever or wherever has been imposed, is not in our power to afford him or his escape. "
'There are among you a group, though small belligerent throughout the land, which may bring more ruin than to Fomorians taxes. "
'Go away if you think this is the right time, glorious children of Nemed; not suffer unnecessarily, do not be here, but go away. "
2. 'That is your advice to us, Fintan wise? " 'It is this,' said Fintan, 'and I still have more advice for you: you shall not go by one route or direction, for a fleet could not be gathered without a fight erupted, a great number means discussion, provoke foreign challenges, and host an armed conflict. You will not find it easy to live together anywhere in Ireland, and would neither be a little easier for his hosts to seek new homes. "
3. 'Part of this land, the sons of Nemed; leave Ireland and beyond the violence of their enemies. "
'Do not stay here anymore, no longer pay taxes. Their children or grandchildren will take over the land where now fleeing. "
'You must travel to the land of the Greeks - not a fake story to tell - and while you leave in thousands, their strength is not seen as sufficient in the East. "
'Children's resolute Beothach should leave them and go into the icy north, the children of Semeon eastward, though you feel that this is weird, go ahead. "
4.Então they separated, Fintan and the famous sons of Nemed. Beothach son of Iarnobel, remained, with his ten men and their wives, in Ireland, according to the poet: Son of
Iarnobel, Beothach trials clearly told, remained in Ireland. His children went to the east, northwest of Lochlann.
5.Assombrosa is the ignorance shown by those who think that Tait, the son of Tabarna, was the only king over the children of Nemed because he was not yet born. He was born in the East, and never came to Ireland.
6.Imensa was the fleet, eager meeting, considering how few of the great company that landed left Ireland, for only thirty men escaped in decision Conaing Tower, and of those, one third remained with Beothach Ireland. The remaining twenty increased greatly since the number of vessels now Ireland was left ten thousand hundred and forty.
Those dear friends, then separated, and sad and sorry, were the remnant that remained in Ireland ...
7 .... the mysteries of magic, knowledge, learning, and prophetic gifts, the mastery of weapons and made astute, travel and adventures of the children of Ibath because it happened in those stories, which all started from a place come to be said. A different narrative is needed for each race. Semeon moved the children of the son of Starn. A storm drove them from their course until they reached the dry lands of Thrace to the sandy beaches of Greece, and there they landed. So the inhabitants and champions visited the earth, and made a peace agreement and agreed with them. Territory was given, but on the beach, in the distant borders, in harsh and icy stretches of rugged rocks, the sides of hills and mountain slopes, barren ridges and deep ravines, broken ground and territory unsuitable for cultivation. But the strangers carried a large amount of soil to smooth bare rocks and transformed them into smiling plains covered with shamrocks.
8.When chiefs and powerful men of the land saw the smooth, broad, green fields, and large tracts of cultivated land fruitfully, they expel the occupiers, and in return gave them the wild rough, hard stony land poisonous snakes. Anyway, they domesticated and cultivated the soil, and turned them into good fields fruitful, beautiful and spacious as all lands to which they were taken.
9.Mas meanwhile, the children of Nemed increased and multiplied until they counted many thousands. The toll was heavier and her work harder, until they, now a powerful company, decided to secretly make big boats curved bundles of tightly woven that they used to take the ground and navigate to Ireland.
10.Duzentos years had passed since the seizure of the Tower of Conaing until the return of the children of Semeon Ireland. It was about the same time that the famous warrior sons of Israel were leaving Egypt in search the happy land of promise, while the sons of Glas Gaidel moved south after the escape of God's people and the drowning of Pharaoh, and came to the rough and frigid SciTE.
11.Durante the two hundred years after taking the Tower of Conaing the fihos of Semeon multiplied until they numbered many thousands, forming strong courageous hosts. Because of the severity of the work and the burden of servitude imposed, they decided to flee persecution, struggle to escape and go on his way to Ireland.
12.Eles made boats from their backpacks, and stole some boats, rafts and galleys of the soldiers of the Greeks. The lords and leaders, chiefs, leaders and champions of that fleet were the five sons of Dela, de acordo com o poeta:
Para a nobre Irlanda assim partiram os cinco filhos de Dela filho de Loth, o impetuoso,
Rudraige, Genann, Gann, Slainge das lanças, e Sengann.
13.Eles o fizeram no anoitecer, e guiaram seus navios no porto onde eles haviam aportado. Slainge, o mais velho da companhia, que era o juiz entre seus irmãos, arengou com eles como segue:
'Agora é a hora do esforço, cuidado e atenção; feroz e cinzento com a espuma é o mar; cada bela frota parte para escapar do intolerávelmente errado; à tirania dos Gregos não estamos acostumados; as planícies da Irlanda portadora dos salmões temos de lutar para conquistar. 'Prestem a atenção e vejam a injustiça error and suffering. You have in us five good men to lead the fleet, each of us a match for a hundred. "
'That's true, "his followers said,' Let's do the people of this land to pay all servitude and the heavy taxes that they imposed on us." Then they killed every one worthy of the Greeks of killing that they took, and devastated the neighboring lands, and destroying them raided and burned them. So they brought their loot and booty to the place where their ships and galleys were beautiful boats and prows of black that they had made their bundles and bags, that is, to Traigo Tresgad.
14.Mil one hundred and thirty was the number of ships that left, according with the poet:
'One thousand one hundred thirty ships - that, without deceit, is the number that accompanied Genann East and its people.
numbers, no doubt, were the Fir Boig when they left Greece, a strong company that started strongly in his journey, but not in a fleet built of wood.
On Wednesday they went to the West about the great Tyrrhenian Sea, and after a year and three days they came to Spain. From there
to noble Ireland they made a quick trip, everyone can claim this, they took a period of thirteen days. "
15.Então they arrived in Spain. They asked their seers and druids by information and direction on the winds that would be the next to take them to Ireland. They sailed along in an easterly wind until they saw Ireland from a distance. But at this point the wind rose high and strong and huge waves brought its violence against the sides of boats, and the fleet was separated into three major divisions, Gaileoin, the Fir and Fir Boig Domnann. Slainge coast led to a fifth of Inber Slainge Gaileoin; Rudraige docked in Tracht Rudraige in Ulster, and in Genann Inber Domnann. The wind cooled, and the storm and took Gann Sengann until they assail Inber Douglas, and where Corcamruad Corcabaisginn met.
16.Ali they arrived and this is the first place where sheep were brought to Ireland, and Hill of the Sheep is his name.
was on Saturday, the first day of August, which landed in Slainge Inber Slainge; Gann and landed in Genann Inber Domnann on Friday and Tracht Rudraige and Senngan in Rudraige on Tuesday. The latter were anxious about whether or not Fir Boig had reached Ireland or not, and sent messengers all over Ireland to gather all those who had arrived in Ireland in one place, that is, the fortress of the Kings of Tara. They all gathered there. 'We thank the gods,' they said, 'for our return to you, Ireland. That the country is divided equally between us. Bring here the wise Fintan, and that Ireland is divided according to their decision. "
17.Foi Fintan made so that five servings of Ireland. Inber Colptha the Comar Tri nUisce Slainge was given to the son of Dela, and his thousand men. The portion of Gann was Comar Tri nUisce Belach Conglais to that of the Conglais Belach Sengann of Limerick. Gann had Sengann and thus the two Munsters. Genann was put on Connacht and Ulster over Rudraige. The poet thus describes the division:
'On Saturday, an omen of prosperity, the noble Slainge reached Ireland, and his courageous career began in Inber Slainge. In the dark
Inber Douglas Gann both ships and Sengann touched the glorious land.
Rudraige and prosperous Genann arrived on Friday. These were all of them, and they were the five kings. From
Inber Colptha the Comar Tri nUisce Fintan made a division, this was the portion of Slainge Spears. His host was a thousand men. Comar Tri nUisce
From the famous Belach Conglais was the fifth of the healer Gann. He had a company of one thousand men. To
Sengann, we think, was given the Belach Limerick. He was the head of a thousand men when the conflict threatened.
Genann was the absolute king of the Connacht Maigue. Heroic Rudraige was king of Ulster, their were two thousand men in battle.
Rudraige Sengann and Spears were, that's right, the chief of the Fir Boig. The glorious Slainge Gaileon followed. A good king was he who had a most numerous host. They entered Ireland from the south, as God saw fit. 18.As
wives of these five leaders were Auaist, Liben, Cnucha, Edar, and Fuat, as the poet says:
'Fuat was the wife of Slainge as you know, Edar Warrior Gann, Auaist Sengann of spears, the Cnucha Genann beautiful.
Liben was the wife of the Red Rudraige - they did a nice company to visit. Anyway, as Rudraige, King of the deeds done, I heard that his wife was Fuat. "
19.Os Firbolg occupied Ireland and were masters of it for thirty years.
20.Quanto the Tuatha De Danann, they prospered until his fame spread over the lands of the world. They had a god of his magic, Eochaid Ollathir, called the Great Dagda, because it was a great god. They were brave and hard heads, and men proficient in every art, and they decided to go to Ireland. Then left those daring chiefs, representing the military prowess of the world, and the skill and learning in Europe. They came from the northern islands and Dobur Indobur, S. .. and well Genann. There they remained for four years, and his arrival in Ireland, Nuada, the son of Echtach was king over them.
So these warriors gathered their fleets in one place until they had three hundred ships there. Then, his prophets, Cairbre, Aed, Edan and asked the chiefs of the host on which ship they sail, recommending to Fiachra. The heads were approved and the board. Then they left, and after three years and three days and nights, landed on the wide Tracht Mughar in Ulster, on Monday the first week of May.
now about the arrival of the Tuatha De Danann in Ireland, a vision was revealed in a dream to Eochaid, son of Erc, high king of Ireland. He pondered over it with great anxiety, being full of surprise and preplexidade. He told his magician Cesard, he had seen a vision. 'What was the vision? " Cesard asked. 'I saw a huge flock of black birds,' said the king, "coming from the depths of the ocean. They landed on us, and fought with the people of Ireland. They brought confusion about us and destroying us. One of us, I think, reached the noblest of birds and cut one of its wings. And now, Cesar, use your skill and knowledge, and tell us the meaning of the vision. " Cesard did, and by means of rituals and the use of his knowledge the significance of King's vision was revealed to him, and he said.
'gut feeling I have for you: Warriors are coming across the sea, a thousand heroes covering the ocean, ships painted to beat on us, all kinds of death they announce, a person versed in every art, a magic spell, an evil spirit come upon you, for you to lose signals (?);... they will be victorious in every encounter. "
21. 'This,' said Eochaid, "is a prophecy of Welcome to Ireland's enemies in distant countries. "
22.Quanto the Tuatha De Danann, they all came to Ireland, and immediately destroyed and burned all his ships and boats. Then they started for the Red Hills of Rian in Brefne in east Connacht, where they stopped and camped. And finally their hearts and minds were filled with the joy that they had reached the land of their ancestors.
23.Então was reported to the Fir Boig that company had arrived in Ireland. What was most impressive and delightful company, the most beautiful form, the most distinguished in equipment and apparatus, and his skill in music and instruments, the most gifted in mind and temperament who had come to Ireland. This was also the company's most courageous and inspired more fear and dread and horror, as the Tuatha De exceeded all the peoples of the world in its proficiency in all arts.
24. 'This is a great disadvantage to us,' said the Fir Boig, 'we have no knowledge or record of where we came from such a host, or where they think of settling. What Sreng leave to visit them because he is big and fierce, and courageous to peer hosts and interrogate strangers, and rude and terrifying to watch. " Sreng then stood up and grabbed his strong reddish-brown curved shield, his two rods harsh darts, killer of his sword, his helmet of four beautiful sides, and heavy iron club, and took his way to the Hill of Rain. The Tuatha De
saw a huge, terrible man approaching them. 'Here comes a man all alone,' they said. 'It is for information he has. We'll send someone to talk to him. " So
Bres, son of Elatha, left the camp to inspect it. He was carrying his shield and his sword, and his two great spears. The two men approached each other until they were at a distance of speech. Every one gazed at each other without saying a word. Everyone was impressed with the guns and the appearance of another; Sreng was impressed with what he saw great spears, and supported his shield on the ground in pretegesse forward to his face. Bres, too, kept silent and held his shield before him. Then they greeted each other, because they spoke the same language - the source being the same - and explained to each other, as follows, who were they and their ancestors.
'My flesh and my tongue were congratulated for their nice and beautiful language, when you recounted the genealogy of Nemed on. "
'By origin, our people are like brothers, and our race is descended from people Semeon. "
'This is the right time to keep this in mind, if we are, in flesh and blood, the same race different than you. "
'Lay down your pride, which Darken your courage, be aware of their relationship, avoid the destruction of his own men. "
'Flashy is our temperament, our pride and noble savagery against our enemies, you will not slaughter them. "
'Our two peoples meet, will be a meeting where many will be crushed, it brings entertainment. " 'There he is to distract us. "
25. 'Take out your shield in front of his body and face,' said Bres, 'so I can give to the Tuatha an account of her appearance. " 'I'll do,' said Sreng, 'it was for fear of sharp spear carrying my shield I put between us. " Then he raised his shield. 'Strange and poisonous, "said Bres, 'these are spears, the weapons of all if you are like this. Show me your guns. " 'I will,' said Sreng, and then untied him and discovered his shafts of harsh stems. 'What do you think of these weapons? " he said. 'I see,' said Bres, 'huge arms, broad-headed, firm and heavy, powerful and sharp. "
'Sad for him that they must destroy, sad for him that they must fly, against whom they should be dropped, they will be instruments of oppression. Death is in their mighty blows, destroying them in one motion, their wounds are hard movements; crushing horror of them. "
26. 'How you call them? " Bres said. 'Darts of battle they are,' said Sreng. 'They are good guns, "said Bres,' they mean wounded bodies, spurting blood, broken bones and shattered shields, some scars and curse. Death and eternal stain they bring sharp, unfriendly and their weapons are deadly, and there is fury by fratricide in the hearts of the hosts of whose weapons they are. Let's make a pact and an agreement. " They did. Each one approached the other, and Bres asked, 'Where did you spend last night Sreng? " 'In the blessed heart of Ireland, in the Fortress of the Kings at Tara, where are the kings and princes of the Fir Boig, and Eochaid, Ard Righ of Ireland. And you? Where did you come? " 'From the hill, the crowded field there, on the coast of the mountain, where are the Tuatha De and Nuada, their king, who came from north of the world in a cloud of mist and rain to Ireland and magical land of the West. " (Anyway, he did not believe they came out so) Then Sreng said: 'I have a long journey and it's time that I have to go. " 'Go then,' said Bres, 'and here is one of two spears that I brought with me. Take it as an example of the weapons of the Tuatha De '. Sreng gave one of his darts to Bres, as an example of the weapons of the Fir Boig. 'Tell Boig Fir,' said Bres, 'they can give to my people or battle or half of Ireland. " 'On my word,' said Sreng, 'I would rather give half of Ireland to deal with those weapons. " They left peacefully after making an agreement of friendship with each other.
27.Sreng picked his way to Tara. He was asked for impressions of the people with whom he had gone to speak, and he told his story: "Brave are your soldiers, 'he said,' virile and his men are skilled, confident and bloody battle are heroes, mighty and strong their shields, very sharp and stiff rods are their spears, and are rigid and broad swords. Difficult to fight with them, 'It is better to make a clear division of land, and give half of Ireland, as they wish. " 'We will not give it, no doubt,' said the Fir Boig, 'because if we do, the earth will be all theirs. "
28.Bres reached their camp, and was asked by a description of the man with whom he had spoken, and their weapons. 'A big man, powerful, fierce,' he said, 'with arms wide and surprising, with a firm and truculent, without reverence or fear for no man. " The Tuatha Dé were said to each other, 'Let's not stay here but go to the west of Ireland for some fortified place, and there will face whoever it is. " Then the host went to the west, the plains and downs, until he came to Mag Nia, and the end Black Hill, which is called Sliabh Belgadain. Upon arrival, they said, 'This is an excellent location, strong and impenetrable. Hence we will fight our wars, and we will make our attacks, here we create our battles and armies. " The camp is quoted by the poet in these lines:
'Da Hill Belgadain the Mountain - the mountain is smooth around which we engage in our strife. From its summit, the Tuatha De took Ireland. "
29.Foi then Macha and Morrighan Badb and went to the Hill of Hostages and the socket of the Hill of Tara in Invocation of Hosts, and cast a rain of witchcraft and compact clouds of mist and rain of a raging fire, with a discharge of blood red on the heads of warriors, and they did not allow the Fir Boig neither peace nor rest for three days and three nights. 'Poor,' said the Fir Boig, 'is the witchcraft of our wizards, who can not protect us from the sorcery of the Tuatha Dé. " 'But we'll protect you,' said Fathach, Gnathach, Ingnathach and Cesard, sorcerers of the Fir Bolg, and they stopped the witchcraft of the Tuatha Dé.
30.Então met the Fir Bolg, and their armies and the hosts were a meeting place. Ali met the provincial kings of Ireland. First came Sreng and Semne Sithbrugh and the three sons of Sengann with the people of the provinces to heal. Were also Esca, Econn, and BRIC, with the hosts of the provinces of Conchobar and the four sons of Gann for the hosts of the province of Eochaid son of Luchta; Slainge's four sons with the army of the province Gaileoin, and Eochaid, High King, with the hosts of Connacht. The Fir Bolg, counting eleven battalions then marched to the entrance of Mag Nia. The Tuatha Dé, seven battalions, took their stand at the western end of the plain. It was then proposed that the Tuatha De Nuada have sent the Fir Bolg, 'They need to cede half of Ireland, and we divide the land between us. " 'Who will be our sender? " people asked. 'Our poets,' said the king, naming Cairbre, Ai and Edan.
31.Então they left and came to the tent of Eochaid, the High King. After they were presented with gifts, they were asked by the reason of his coming. 'That's why we came,' they said, 'to demand the division of land between us, an equal division of Ireland. " 'The nobles of the Fir Bolg hear that? "Said Eochaid. 'We hear,' they replied, 'but will not grant your request until the end of the world. " 'Then,' said the poet, 'When you think of battle? " 'Some wait is sought,' said the noble fir Bubble, 'because we have to prepare our spears, repair our armor, cast our helms, sharpen our swords, and prepare appropriate attire. " Men were brought to them to arrange these things. 'Get ready,' they said, 'shields to one tenth, one fifth to swords and spears for a third. You need to have every utensil you can ask at any side. " 'We,' said the envoys of the Tuatha Dé to the Fir Bolg, 'must do their spears, and you need to do our darts. " The Tuatha De then received hospitality until everything was done. (In any case, although it was said here that the Fir Bolg were not spears, they were made by Rindal, grandfather of the then king). So they arranged an armistice until that the weapons went, until the equipment was ready, and they were ready for battle.
32.Os druids back to the Tuatha Dé and told their story from beginning to end, as the Fir Bolg not share the land with them, and refused them favors or friendship. The news filled the Tuatha Dé with dismay.
33.Então Ruad with twenty-seven thousand children of the brave run to the far west of Mag Nia to offer a competitive pitch to the Tuatha Dé. An equal number came to face them. The challenge began. They gave many blows on the legs and arms, until his bones were broken and wounded, and fell outstretched on the turf, and challenge ended. The Cairn's Challenge is the name of the cairn where they have faced, and Glen Came Aillas where they were buried.
34.Ruad turned to the east, and told his story to Eochaid. The king was happy for the death of the young soldiers of the Tuatha De, and to Fathach said, "Go west, and ask the nobles of the Tuatha De and the battle must be fought tomorrow - whether it be for one day or for many. "The poet was and put the matter to the nobles of the Tuatha De, it is, Nuada, the Dagda, and Bres. "What we are proposing," they said, "and fight with equal numbers on both sides." Fathach returned and reported to the choice of Fir Bold The Tuatha De Bold Fir were depressed because they did not like the choice of the Tuatha De They decided to call for Fintan to see if he could give them some advice. And Fintan came to them. The Fir Bolg
had dug a huge fort. (He was called the Fort of Packs, by packs of dogs that preyed on the dead bodies after the battle, or Fort of the Bloody wells, the wells of blood that surrounded the wounded when people came to see them.) They did a Well of Healing to heal their wounds of his warriors. He was filled with herbs. Another strong entrenched was made by the Tuatha De (He was called the Strong Beginnings, by the beginning there directed to the battle). They dug a Well of Healing to heal their wounds.
When these works were finished, BRIC asked: "From whence you came, where they go? The care of tomorrow's battle is yours. I will lead the attack with his son and Mogarn Ruad, Laige Senach and his father, "We face with four battalions," was the reply.
35.Seis weeks of summer, half the room, arrived at the agreed day of battle. The hosts went up that day with the first glimmer of sunshine. The forged perfectly painted shields were hoisted on the backs of brave warriors, the firm temperate spears and darts were tight battle in the right hands of the heroes, along with bright swords who were dueling with dim lights as bright sunlight gleamed in the woods Spitting spades. Thus, the companies stand in formation, moved by the strength of the passion of its courageous commanders, advancing toward Mag Nia to give battle to the Tuatha De poete was then that the Fir Bolg, Fathach, went ahead to describe her fury and spread the news of her. He raised and planted firmly in the middle of a plain stone pillar, on which he leaned back. This was the first station on the plain pillar, Pillar Fathach was his name thereafter. So in total anguish Fathach shed floods of tears seething seething, and said
"With that pomp they advance! Mag Nia they march on with animating power. Thus the Tuatha De advancing, and the Fir Bolg blades decorated.
"The Red Badb will thank you for fighting what I see. Many will be carved on their bodies after their visit to East Mag tured.
"... will be the host after the departure of the warriors of which I speak. Many heads will be hurt with pomp and vigor. "
36.As Tuatha formed a compact, well-armed host, led by warriors and fighters equipped with deadly weapons and shields drives. Each of them was pressed about his neighbor with the edge of its shell, the shaft of his spear, or the hilt of his sword, so strongly that they were hurting each others. The Dagda began the attack on the enemy by cutting his way through them to the west, paving the way for a hundred and fifty. While BRIC caused a massacre on the Tuatha De, and devastated their ranks, opening a path to one hundred and fifty through them. The battle continued in a series of battles and duels, until, within a day, a large number had been destroyed. A duel took place between Aidleo the Tuatha and the Fir Bolg Nerchtu. The rigid joints were torn from their shells, swords separated from their guards, and rivets Spears lost. Aidleo fell at the hands of Nerchtu.
37.Ao end of the day, the Tuatha were defeated and returned to their camp. The Fir Bolg not chased them across the battlefield, but returned to animate their own field. Each of them took with them the presence of their stone and a head, and made a large cairn with them. The Tuatha De erected a stone pillar called Pillar Aidleo at first to be killed. Healers then assembled. The Fir Bolg had also brought with them their healers. They took curatibas herbs, crushed and ground and surface water from the well, and the precious healing waters have become thick and green. Their wounded were placed inside the well, and immediately came out whole.
38.Na next morning, Eochaid, High King, was to pit yourself to wash their hands. As he did, he saw about three beautiful and superbly armed men. They challenged him to fight. "Give me time," said the king, "to get my guns." "We will not give you even a moment for this, the fight must be now." While the king was in this difficulty, an active young man came between him and their enemies, and turning to them said: "You will fight me, instead of the king." They lifted their but simultaneously, and fought until all four fell together. The Fir Bolg came after the fighting is finished. They saw the dead men, and the king told them how they had come upon him, and as the lone champion had fought with them in their place. Every man of the Fir Bolg brought a stone into the pit for him, and built a large cairn. The Cairn's Champion is the name of the falls, and the hill is called the Hill of Three. The strangers were Oll, Forus and Fir, three healers, Diancecht brothers, and they had come to spy on the healers of the Fir Bolg, when they saw Eochaid washing his face.
39.Os battalions of the Tuatha De were organized on the plain of the east, and the Fir Bolg came to the plains of the west against them. The chiefs who were in front of the Tuat From that day were Ogma Midir, Bodb Dearg, Diancecht and Aengaba Norway. Women Badb, Macha, Morrigan and Danann company offered to them. Against them came the Fir Bolg, Mella, Esa, Ferb, and Faebur, all children of Slainge. Strong, powerful blows were given by the battalions in each hand, and the edges of the shells were broken when they faced the blows vigorously, while the armed men showed their fury, and the Warriors showed their courage. Their spears were twisted by the struggle continues; in hand to hand combat, swords broke in the bones shattered, the terrifying cries of battle of the veterans were drowned in the crowd screaming.
Forcefully, young people turn to the number of attacks around on each side. The warriors huddled with the meetings of the swords, the weight force and fury of the fall. Well calculated the defense was there, and the gallant guard, and quick blows data. Nemed son of Badrai, approached the flank of the Fir Bolg. Then the men surrounded him, and the conflict, the son of Eochaid, Slainge the Fair, was in his direction. The two warriors attacked each other. There was distension of spears and swords and quiver of shells and shrapnel hit bodies. However, there may Nemed fell at the hands of Slainge, they dug his grave and erected a pillar for him, and Stone Nemed is its name today. Slainge of four children, son of Dela, joined the fight against the Tuatha De Tuatha De On the side of the four children of Cencal fought against them. They faced each other until the children fell from Cencal before the sons of Slainge. These were then faced by the five sons of Lodan, the Swift, and the five sons of Lodan fell through his hands. Aengaba Norway began to fold and confuse the enemy lines. Ruad heard it and ran to the fight. The three sons of the Dolad faced, and he poured out his anger on them, and they fell before him. In another room of the battle the three sons of the Telle faced, and were killed by him in the same way. Lamh Redol and Cosar Conaire Slainge were killed by the Fair, next to the lake. Of those seventeen, the headstones were set up beside the lake, as they had retreated so far.
40.Ruad Aengaba and Norway have met, they raised their shields against each other, and continued hurting each other until Aengaba was twenty-four wounds inflicted by Ruad. In the end, Ruad cut his head, and after that continued fighting until nightfall.
41.Ogma son of Ethliu, made an attack on the host, and his trail was marked by pools of blood red. On the east side, BRIC entered the fight and made a massacre on the hosts, and three hundred of the Tuatha fell before him.
42.Quando night fell, the Fir Bolg fell across the battlefield. In any event, each took a stone and a head to Eochaid, king. "That's all you got today?" The king said, "Yes," said BRIC, "but it will not be profit for them." 43.No
next day was the turn of Sreng, Semne and Sithbrug, together with BRIC, to lead the Fir Bolg; They rose early. A dazzling cover shield and a rigid forest darts they did about themselves, and the support of battle then moved ahead. "With what pomp," they said, "these troops come in plain and comes in our direction." And then he was named the plain of Mag tured, the Plain of Supports. 44.As
Tuatha asked who should lead them on that day. "I will," said the Dagda, "because for me you have a great god," and then he went ahead with their sons and brothers. The Fir Bolg parked its tight formations and columns, and their battalions marched to the level of Mag Nia (which henceforth was known as Mag tured, the Plain of Support). Each side then appeared to the other. Sreng, son of Sengann, the hosts began to dislodge the enemy's Dagda was to break the battalions and devastate the hosts and their positions and force to dislodge them from their positions. BRIC, son of Buan, entered the match from the east and massacred men brave and proud soldiers. The Dagda heard the rush of BRIC and BRIC heard the resounding blows of the Dagda. They came at each other. Furious when the fight was so good swords rent; heroic heroes when they held the infantry, and responded to the massacres. In the end, BRIC fell before the resounding blows of the Dagda.
Sreng, son of Sengann was pressing the hosts of their seats when he came to the three sons of the Tuatha De Cairbre Cas, and the three sons of Ordan. The children of Cairbre with its three pillars fell before the sons of Ordan, when he guided the hosts Sreng. The enemy fell before him on either side, and the fury of combat grew behind the lines.
45.Após the BRIC that the Fir Bolg fell to their field. The Tuatha not pursued them across the battlefield, but they took with them a head and a fragment of a stone pillar, including the head of BRIC, which was buried in Cairn Head BRIC.
46.Os Fir Bolg were neither happy nor happy that night, and about the Tuatha De, they were saddened and disheartened. But during the same night, Fintan came with their children to join the Fir Bolg, and that everyone was glad, because he was both brave as them.
47.Nesse cheerful mood in the morning found them. Signs of their bosses raised on the vast slopes of the camp, when they began to encourage each other to face the danger and risk. Eochaid, High King, with his son, Slainge the Beautiful, and the soldiers and chiefs of Connaught, came to join them. The three sons of Sengann with the hosts of the province heal, took his place in the side of the line. The four sons of Gann with the warriors of the province of Eochaid marched to the center of the same army. The children of Buan, Esca and Egconn joined with the province of Conchobar the other flank. The four sons of Slainge with the host of Gaileoin brought the rearguard of the army. Around Eochaid, High King, they made a valiant brave barrier of red blood eager for battle, the dapper horsemen and troops world's most reliable. The thirteen sons of Fintan, people tried in the courageous resistance of cinflito, were brought to the king. A flaming mass was the battle that day, full of changing colors, and made many bloody hands, movements of sword fighting and individual, spears and swords and darts cruel, she was fierce, and without mercy, and terrible, and locked tight, furious and vast, changeable and flowing with many adventures. The Fir Bolg, as the saying goes, bravely and victoriously marched west, to the edge of Mag tured until they reached the firm pillars and supports of value between them and the Tuatha De Tuatha De The passion made a fierce onslaught on companies together with their poisonous weapons, and they formed a powerful phalanx bloody under the shelter of the strong shields of red edges, fiery, silvery. The Warriors started the conflict. The flanks and sides of the van were filled with grizzled veterans quick to smite elderly men were placed to help and serve the veterans of these movements, and next these poisonous resolute warriors were placed young guns. The champions and their servants were placed behind the young. His prophets and wise men were placed on the pillars and vantage points, using her sorcery, while taking note of the poets and made them write stories. As for Nuada, he was at the center of the fight. Around him gathered his chiefs and warriors supporters, with the twelve children of the Gabran SciTE, his bodyguard. They were Tolc, Trenfer, Trenmiled, Garb Glacedh, Gruasailt Duirdri, Fonn, Foirisem, Teidm, and Tinnargain Tescad. There would be no joy in life to whom they would cause a bloody wound (until they killed the children and the sons of Fintan of Fintan killed them). So they staged their attack after tying stones to their bodies harsh edges with iron clasps, and made their way to the place appointed for battle. Fathach this moment, the poet of the Fir Bolg, was his pillar, and when he saw the armies of the east and west, said:
"Swiftly advancing armies marching on the Mag Nia, his power irresistible; these Tuatha De Danann and advancing the Fir Bolg of the words themselves.
"I think the Fir Bolg will lose some of his brothers there - many are the bodies and heads and flanks ripped into the plain.
"But while they fall all over, will be fierce and pointed his attack, although they fall, they will make others fall, and heroes will be overthrown by his fiery value.
"You subdued the Fir Bolg, they will fall next door from their shells and slides, I will not trust anyone in power by the time I have to be in windy Ireland.
"I'm Fathach, poet, strongly sadness came over me, and now that the Fir Bolg are gone, I must surrender to the swift advance of the disaster."
48.As furies and monsters and witches screamed as the trial loudly that their voices were heard in the rocks and waterfalls and caves of the earth. It was terrifying as the dying cry of the last terrible days when the human race will go around the world. At the forefront of advanced the Tuatha De Dagda, Ogma, Alla, Bres, and Delbaeth Elatha of five children, along with Bres, grandson of Net, Fomorian, Aengus, Aed Cermad the Fair Midir, Bodb Derg, Sigmall Abartach , Nuada the High King, Brian, and Iuchar Iucharba, the three sons of Turenn Bigrenn, Cu, Cian and Cethenn, the three sons of Cainta, Goibnenn the Smith, Lucraid the Forger, the Craftsman Credne, Diancecht the Healer, the Aengaba Norway, the three queens, Ere, Fotla, and Banda, and the three witches, Badb, Macha and Morrigan, and with Bechuille Danann, their two mentors. They fixed their pillars in the ground to prevent any escape till the stones flew. They struck each other with their sharp sticks until the solid rods were twisted by the tremors of VITM at their tips. The edges of the swords they turned on their shields covered with slime. The curved blades were tempered in the wells of boiling blood in the thighs of heroes. High Spears was singing when they were shells, high sound and confusion of the warriors when they broke bones and battered bodies in the path. Rivers of blood boiling took the vision of the gray eyes of the warriors resolute. It was then that Bres made an attack on the army Fir Bolg, and killed one hundred and fifty of them. He hit nine hits in the shield of Eochaid, High King, Eochaid and, in turn, gave back nine wounded. The son of Sengann, Sreng, turned to face the army of the Tuatha De, and killed one hundred and fifty of them. He hit nine hits in the shield of the High King Nuada, and Nuada gave back nine injuries. Each gave a
terrible blows of death, bringing large bloody wounds in the flesh of another, until in their blades, spears and shields carved heads and helmets broke as the brittle branches cut with machetes used by the strong arms of the loggers. Heroes swung from one side to another, each circling the other while seeking the opportunity for a coup. The champions of battle rose again on the edges of their shells shiny. His courage grew, and the brave men virulent firm as an arc. His hands were with their swords, and they quickly tore over the heads of warriors, from their helmets. For a moment they kicked the ranks of the enemy from their places, and view them as hostile environments where the water that goes far beyond its sides by a kettle boiled too much, or flooding, as a waterfall, an army turns on the banks of a river, making it passable for troops from the rear. Then a suitable place was open for the chiefs; heroes gave their seats, their positions and agile fighters, warriors were displaced, and servants fled the horror of them. For them it was left to battle. Heavily the ground was trampled under their feet until the hard turf was soft beneath them. Each thirty wounds inflicted on the other. Sreng gave a blow with his sword in Nuada, and cutting the edge of the shell, injuring his right arm at the shoulder, and the king's arm with a third of its shell fell on the floor. It was then that the High-king cried aloud for help, and Aengaba of Norway, to hear him, entered the fight to protect it. Fierce and furious attacks that were Aengaba Sreng and made to each other. Inflicted each other an equal number of injuries, but they were not comparable, because the large blade of his spear Sreng and rigid rod made deeper sounds deadly. As soon as the Dagda heard the music of the swords in pressure of battle., He hastened to the place of conflict with jumps deliberate, like the roar of a big waterfall. Sreng declined from a dispute with the two warriors, and though Aengaba of Norway did not fall there was the violence of that conflict that he died later. The Dagda came and stood over Nuada, and after the Tuatha conduct board, he brought fifty men with their healers. They took Nuada of the field. His hand was raised instead of the king in the value circle, a circle of stones surrounding the king, and the blood on him from the hand of Nuada was pinged. Tuatha De
49.As the conflict remained strongly and bravely, after their king had left. Bres made his way among the ranks of the Fir Bolg to avenge their king, and got to where he was Eochaid urging the battle, and fortifying his warriors and urging their heroes and encouraging their captains and arranging their matches. The other one did his opponent, and injuries were inflicted where they were unprotected. Faced with the fierceness of its fury and weight of his blows, the soldiers were thrown into confusion. In the end, was killed by Eochaid Bres, and the Dagda, Ogma, Alla, and Delbaeth attacked him to avenge his brother. Eochaid was inciting the battle, joining encorahando and his captains, approaching and joining the ranks of soldiers, maintaining their firm and resolute warriors. The four brothers, in their search for Eochaid, led the hosts before them to the place where they heard him urging the battle. Mella, Esen, Ferb and Faebur, Slainge children, dealt with them, and each one hit the other's shield. Their swords broke, and the conflict grew, and the edges of the curved blades cut wounds. The four sons of Slainge fell to the other four, and the graves of the Sons of Slainge is the name of the place where they were buried. The four sons of Gann then went on the rampage. Goibnenn they advanced against the Smith, Lucraid, the welder, and Dian Cecht Aengaba Norway. Awful was the sound made by the deadly weapons in the hands of champions. Those combatants kept fighting until the four sons of Gann were killed, and the Mount of the Sons of Gann is the name of the place where they were buried.
50.Bedg, Redge and Rinne, Ordan's three children, fell on the Tuatha De, and the ranks trembled before his attack. The three sons of the Cainta coping, but they tired of the conflict, and the Mount of the Magi is the place where they were buried.
51.Brian, Iuchar Iucharba and the three sons of Turenn Bigrenn, fell upon the host Fir Bolg. They were opposed by the two sons of Buan, son of Den and Cairbre. Buan's sons were overcome by the children of Turenn Bigrenn, and the gravestones of Buan the stones that cover them, and the Tomb of Cairbre is next to the gravestones.
52.Eochaid and his son, Slainge the Fair, then joined the fight, and destroyed countless companies of the Tuatha De "Our best men," said Eochaid, "were destroyed, massacred our people, and is good to be acquitted valiantly." Then they made their way across the battlefield once more, and men bowed and massacred soldiers and armies carved and confused the ranks with their attacks. After this long continued effort, Eochaid was overcome by great weakness and excessive thirst. "Bring Sreng to me," he said. That was done. "You Slainge and the Beautiful," said Eochaid, "must keep fighting until I go in search of a drink and wash my face because I can not resist this overwhelming thirst." "It will be well maintained," Slainge said, "although we are only a few to fight in his absence." Eochaid then left the battle with a guard of one hundred of his soldiers. The Tuatha Dé followed them and shouted at them.
53.Mas Slainge the Fair advanced to face the host, and gave battle to them, and declined to follow the High King. He was attacked by the powerful Lugaid, son of Nuada, and the two fought a fierce battle cruel and forceful, in which there were injuries and wounds and gore carvings. As soon as the others saw that Slainge prevailed, gave support to Lugaid. Lugaid Slainge and fell together, and Grave Lugaid Lugaid is where he was buried, and Slainge Hill is the hill where they buried Slainge.
54.Quando the magicians of the Tuatha De saw as the King of Ireland was suffering from a consuming thirst, they hid them all streams and rivers of Ireland till he reached the stream Eothail. Three sons of Nemed, Badrai son, followed him, with one hundred and fifty men. They fought over the stream, and a number fell to each side. And the sons of Eochaid Nemed faced in combat. Poisonous in battle were the sons of Nemed, and trained in combat setbacks was Eochaid. They fought until their bodies were ripped open and her breasts with powerful attacks. Irresistible was the attack of the king while he was cutting his opponents without stopping, until he and the three sons of Nemed fell. The Cairn of Eochaid is Cairn where Eochaid was buried (he is also called the Cairn Eothail), and the gravestones of the Sons of Nemed are on the west side of the stream.
55.Quanto Sreng the son of Sengann, he continued fighting for one day and one night after his companions, until in the end neither side was able to attack the other. His swift strokes were weaker across the massacre and his spirits fell for all their ills, and his courage vanished across the vastness of its disasters, and then they parted. The Tuatha De retreated to the lands of Cenn Slebe and from the slopes of Glen Blood, and the Mount of Tears. Then the Dagda said
"without measure Soldiers killed, many injured heroes; cruel swords tore their bodies. The Fir Bolg beat you (?)... on their land. "
56." What were your losses in this last battle? "Nuada said the Dagda. The Dagda told him these words:
"I tell you, noble Nuada, the stories of the terrible battle, and after that, their calamities and disasters I tell you, oh son of Echtach.
"It fell before the violence our nobles of the Fir Bolg, our losses are so large that few know of them.
"Bres, son of Elatha, a warrior as a tower, attacked the ranks of the Fir Bolg, a glorious fight, and killed one hundred and fifty of them.
"He gave nine blows - Wild was done - the great shield of Eochaid, and Eochaid Bres nine returned the blows.
"Huge Sreng came and killed three hundred of our host. He has nine hits in his coat, Nuada.
"You, Nuada, coldly returned the Sreng nine hits, but Sreng cut his arm, impetuous warrior, on the shoulder.
"You have raised a loud cry for help, and that came from Norway. Sreng Aengaba and fought a battle with ease and played with weapons of war.
"When Aengaba shouted for help, I went quickly and when I arrived, still rested, Sreng refused a fight with us.
"Mella, Esec, Ferb, and red-blood Faebur fell before us in the same battle.
"The four sons of Gann fell into the hands of the hands Goibnenn the Smith, Aengaba of the attacks, and the Lucraidh Diancecht.
"Bedg and Rinde and Redge, the three sons of Ordan arts were certainly killed by the beautiful children of Cainta.
"Eochaid and his son, Slainge the Beautiful, killed in battle a great number of heroes of the Tuatha Dé.
"In battle, the king took the seat Eochaid, and he found no relief until it reached the stream Eothail.
"The three sons of Nemid surrounded him in the silent stream, and there they fought until they all fell together.
"Lugaid, son of Nuada, I think, foi morto por Slainge o Belo; e Slainge, embora tão feroz antes, foi morto lutando contra as Tuatha Dé.
“Brian, Iucharba e Iuchar, os três filhos de Turenu Bigrenn, mataram Esca e Econn e Airbe.
“Após isso, foi Sreng quem dominou a luta – e muitos eram aqueles que mudaram as cores – por três dias, mas nem ele nem nós deixamos o combate.
“Cansados estávamos nós em cada lado, e resolvemos nos separar. Os combates de cada homem, como eu ouvi, eu devo contar exatamente.”
57.Tristes e cansados, feridos e cheios de pesadas reprovações estavam os Fir Bolg naquela noite. Cada um enterrou seus parentes e familiares, seus amigos e conhecidos e primos; and then they raised mounds on the brave, and tombstones on the graves of warriors and soldiers, and hills on the heroes. After that, Sreng, Semne and Sithbrug, the children of Sengann, convened a council meeting for deliberation and for three hundred gathered. They considered what was in their interest to do if they were to leave Ireland, or offer regular battle, or challenge of sharing the land with the Tuatha Dé. They decided to give battle to the Tuatha Dé and Sreng said
"Resistance is a destruction to men, we resolutely we battle hard huve duel swords, the strong flight of spears in the flanks of noble warriors, and the breaking of buckler shield; riddled with problems are the plains of Ireland; disaster we find on their forests, the loss of many good men. "
58.Eles took their strong curved shields, their spears and poison their sharp swords with blades of blue. Thus equipped, they made a bitter attack killer, a fierce wild company, with their spears stuck firmly in the attack, cutting their way into a blazing fire of fury to face any hardship and any trouble. It was then that Nuada Sreng challenged to single combat, as they fought in battle before. Nuada he faced bravely and boldly as if he was unharmed, and said: "If the individual fight on fair terms is what you seek, tie his right hand as I lost mine, only then our fight will be fair. "" If you lost your hand, it gives me no obligation, "said Sreng," because our first match was in terms righteous. We ourselves started to struggle. "The Tuatha took counsel, and his decision and his decision was Sreng offer your choice of provinces of Ireland, while a peace agreement, goodwill and friendship would be made between the two peoples. And so they made peace, and Sreng chose the province of Connacht. The Fir Bolg gathered around him on each side, and stubbornly and triumphantly took possession of the province against the Tuatha Dé. The Tuatha De Bres made their king, and he was the High King for seven years, he died after taking a drink while hunting in Sliab Gam, and Nuada, his hand amputated and replaced, became king of Ireland. And this is the story of Mag Cunga tured.
This was written in Plain Eithne, the daughter of the Fairies, by Cormac O'Cuirnin O'Glaimhmn Sean for his companion. Painful for us is his desertion when he left us on a journey.
Source:
Fraser, J. "The First Battle of Moytura. Ériu v.8 (1915), pp. 1-63 [H 2.17]
Portuguese Version: Wallace William Sousa.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Waxing Business How To Do
monochrome
monochrome text: ayumi hamasaki music
: DAI
13 Track Album "LOVEppears"
Perhaps there was never
something like that from the beginning
A funny story, sad and sweet
Maybe it was just a dream or an illusion
Maybe I just slept too much, too long
In the season when I feel the smell of
'Summer in the blue sky
remember your face
The landscape of the city had begun to distort
and I tried my sunglasses
to lose all colors
What I wanted to become a princess
was not what I wanted
were no glass slippers
What I wanted to be was someone who was with you
What I wanted was your
sincere smile in heaven now
the smell of summer and the wind blowing away
I nodded, saying that all is well
Because if we wait a fate like the one we mentioned
we'll meet again somewhere. ..
La la la la la la ...
I nodded, saying that all is well
La la la la la la ...
because they are very strong
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monochrome text: ayumi hamasaki music
: DAI
13 Track Album "LOVEppears"
Perhaps there was never
something like that from the beginning
A funny story, sad and sweet
Maybe it was just a dream or an illusion
Maybe I just slept too much, too long
In the season when I feel the smell of
'Summer in the blue sky
remember your face
The landscape of the city had begun to distort
and I tried my sunglasses
to lose all colors
What I wanted to become a princess
was not what I wanted
were no glass slippers
What I wanted to be was someone who was with you
What I wanted was your
sincere smile in heaven now
the smell of summer and the wind blowing away
I nodded, saying that all is well
Because if we wait a fate like the one we mentioned
we'll meet again somewhere. ..
La la la la la la ...
I nodded, saying that all is well
La la la la la la ...
because they are very strong
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marionette
puppets
text: ayumi hamasaki
Music: Kazuhiro Hara
Track 9 from the album "GUILTY"
Memories are always beautiful
the same way in the eyes of anyone But we
actually know that there are only memories I
Please do not forget
neither I nor you, nor you
We were not born to live only paying attention to appearances
hiding a face that looks dead
can look back to something because you've already passed
Stopping , and then have new
Please, remember
I, you, you
We have suffered, we
lost sight of the light and we gave up many times but we are still here
not for someone, but
let us stand with our hands up without fear and let us take off the mask
We were not born to live
minding
only to appearances
hiding a face that looks dead
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puppets
text: ayumi hamasaki
Music: Kazuhiro Hara
Track 9 from the album "GUILTY"
Memories are always beautiful
the same way in the eyes of anyone But we
actually know that there are only memories I
Please do not forget
neither I nor you, nor you
We were not born to live only paying attention to appearances
hiding a face that looks dead
can look back to something because you've already passed
Stopping , and then have new
Please, remember
I, you, you
We have suffered, we
lost sight of the light and we gave up many times but we are still here
not for someone, but
let us stand with our hands up without fear and let us take off the mask
We were not born to live
minding
only to appearances
hiding a face that looks dead
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Camila Rodriguez%travesti
Ladies night
Ladies Night
text: ayumi hamasaki music
: GEO
Track 3 Album "(Miss) understood"
One day I received a telephone call
I looked different from the usual
After talking for about an hour
of her boyfriend, began to cry
(Ah-ah-) I'll be right in
get (Ah-ah-)
I can cry with you
(Ah-ah-)
Or I can laugh for you
(Ah-ah-)
However, I will stay with you
It 's our Ladies Night Today
, until dawn, Ladies Night
This is a common situation
I say seriously
At first glance it seems a fight with her boyfriend
But in reality it is a clash with themselves
(Ah- ah-)
I can not think that I do not regard
(Ah-ah-)
While capendolo rationally
(Ah-ah-)
continue to repeat the same mistakes
(Ah-ah-)
In short, we have no capacity trial
continue our Ladies Night
Although dawn has risen
Ladies Night (Ah-ah-)
We are also,
(Ah-ah-)
beautiful and intelligent
saying so, Ladies Night
doing a lot of noise, Ladies Night
(C'mon) We laugh until you cried, Ladies Night
mourn as if we were laughing,
Ladies Night (1 more) sing as if screaming, like Ladies Night Rock
crazy, Ladies Night
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Ladies Night
text: ayumi hamasaki music
: GEO
Track 3 Album "(Miss) understood"
One day I received a telephone call
I looked different from the usual
After talking for about an hour
of her boyfriend, began to cry
(Ah-ah-) I'll be right in
get (Ah-ah-)
I can cry with you
(Ah-ah-)
Or I can laugh for you
(Ah-ah-)
However, I will stay with you
It 's our Ladies Night Today
, until dawn, Ladies Night
This is a common situation
I say seriously
At first glance it seems a fight with her boyfriend
But in reality it is a clash with themselves
(Ah- ah-)
I can not think that I do not regard
(Ah-ah-)
While capendolo rationally
(Ah-ah-)
continue to repeat the same mistakes
(Ah-ah-)
In short, we have no capacity trial
continue our Ladies Night
Although dawn has risen
Ladies Night (Ah-ah-)
We are also,
(Ah-ah-)
beautiful and intelligent
saying so, Ladies Night
doing a lot of noise, Ladies Night
(C'mon) We laugh until you cried, Ladies Night
mourn as if we were laughing,
Ladies Night (1 more) sing as if screaming, like Ladies Night Rock
crazy, Ladies Night
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Kaiser Porcelain Value
SURREAL
SURREAL
text: ayumi hamasaki
Music: Kazuhito Kikuchi
Track 7 from the album "Duty"
Choose only what you like is not irresponsible
not take responsibility if there is not anything like
in hand I can only equivalent to determining how much I am prepared to take on the shoulders
I do not need anything to the others sorry for something I do not need
Something important will surely be accompanied by pain
And so the loneliness that comes even though it hurts in two of the loneliness that one feels alone
But whatever comes solitude, any pain
should not have to bear close to the feelings - even if it means losing the words
For as much as I tend to reject
hands when I stumble and I will protect
things done so I can not keep its own promise that we made
days I can not alone achieve the dream of which we spoke until dawn
I can not tell anyone but I would
tell someone that person
is more important than anyone else
In a place that does not exist anywhere
'm still standing as they are too
Stay as you are
want you to be the person you
In a place that does not exist anywhere
'm still standing as they are too
Stay as you are
I want you to always be the person you are
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SURREAL
text: ayumi hamasaki
Music: Kazuhito Kikuchi
Track 7 from the album "Duty"
Choose only what you like is not irresponsible
not take responsibility if there is not anything like
in hand I can only equivalent to determining how much I am prepared to take on the shoulders
I do not need anything to the others sorry for something I do not need
Something important will surely be accompanied by pain
And so the loneliness that comes even though it hurts in two of the loneliness that one feels alone
But whatever comes solitude, any pain
should not have to bear close to the feelings - even if it means losing the words
For as much as I tend to reject
hands when I stumble and I will protect
things done so I can not keep its own promise that we made
days I can not alone achieve the dream of which we spoke until dawn
I can not tell anyone but I would
tell someone that person
is more important than anyone else
In a place that does not exist anywhere
'm still standing as they are too
Stay as you are
want you to be the person you
In a place that does not exist anywhere
'm still standing as they are too
Stay as you are
I want you to always be the person you are
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Jewel Denyle Shelly Martinez
Together When...
Together When ...
text: ayumi hamasaki music
: Kunio Tago
Track 7 from the album "GUILTY"
leaving in our hearts the same injury
giving us away, not look back we started to walk silently
strongly believed
have found something immutable
But hearing that was changing
we have strayed a step
And then we have moved away to another place not to suffer
I wanted to thank you I could not thank
Because if I had that would have seemed an eternal farewell
and would be too sad when I am sure that one day born again in myself
leave to come and look for
One day suddenly I felt uneasy in front of the new landscape
and to which I could not get used but I chose
I
and began to blow like a gentle wind
I wanted to tell you that I loved you
I could not tell you that I loved
But I get the impression that this was
my biggest lie and the truth
while I am sure that when one day me born again in the same
leave to come and look for
I wanted to thank you I could not thank
Because if I had done that would have seemed an eternal farewell, and would
was too sad I wanted to tell you that I loved
I could not tell you that I loved
But I get the impression that this was
my biggest lie and the truth while
Why leave to come and find you even if
I were born in someone else
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Together When ...
text: ayumi hamasaki music
: Kunio Tago
Track 7 from the album "GUILTY"
leaving in our hearts the same injury
giving us away, not look back we started to walk silently
strongly believed
have found something immutable
But hearing that was changing
we have strayed a step
And then we have moved away to another place not to suffer
I wanted to thank you I could not thank
Because if I had that would have seemed an eternal farewell
and would be too sad when I am sure that one day born again in myself
leave to come and look for
One day suddenly I felt uneasy in front of the new landscape
and to which I could not get used but I chose
I
and began to blow like a gentle wind
I wanted to tell you that I loved you
I could not tell you that I loved
But I get the impression that this was
my biggest lie and the truth
while I am sure that when one day me born again in the same
leave to come and look for
I wanted to thank you I could not thank
Because if I had done that would have seemed an eternal farewell, and would
was too sad I wanted to tell you that I loved
I could not tell you that I loved
But I get the impression that this was
my biggest lie and the truth while
Why leave to come and find you even if
I were born in someone else
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Cascading Bridal Bouquets
Mirrorcle world
Mirrorcle world
text: ayumi hamasaki
music: Yuta Nakano
Track 1 of the single "Mirrorcle world"
I had imagined this future?
had imagined this future?
wanted this future?
want this future?
E 'start?
's the end?
Surrender?
Resist?
rebel?
despair?
to say Were not you just move forward?
I can bear this in mind?
'll bear this in mind?
carried away?
Groped to stop?
Pretending not to see?
not see at all?
Fight?
Raise the white flag?
There is no need to escape
posing as a victim
This world of ours does not appear to slow down
And if only
continued to accelerate so ...
E 'start?
's the end?
Surrender?
Resist?
rebel?
despair?
to say Were not you just move forward?
If I can not cry anymore
maybe it's because I've become strong
Or ...
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Mirrorcle world
text: ayumi hamasaki
music: Yuta Nakano
Track 1 of the single "Mirrorcle world"
I had imagined this future?
had imagined this future?
wanted this future?
want this future?
E 'start?
's the end?
Surrender?
Resist?
rebel?
despair?
to say Were not you just move forward?
I can bear this in mind?
'll bear this in mind?
carried away?
Groped to stop?
Pretending not to see?
not see at all?
Fight?
Raise the white flag?
There is no need to escape
posing as a victim
This world of ours does not appear to slow down
And if only
continued to accelerate so ...
E 'start?
's the end?
Surrender?
Resist?
rebel?
despair?
to say Were not you just move forward?
If I can not cry anymore
maybe it's because I've become strong
Or ...
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How Can You Win In Mount And Blade
Fated
Fated
text: ayumi hamasaki
Music: Shintaro Hagiwara, Akihisa Matsuura
Track 6 from the album "GUILTY"
you believe in fate?
The meeting in a moment that changes everything
what has existed until now realizing just
eyes meet
be sure when you touch
But now people can not move
The wind that I lash cheeks makes me realize that it's all true
Whisper gently that this is not an illusion
I thought this entry would never come to any
I thought this dream would have never realized before my eyes But
there is no other than you
Where this road leads and continue in that way? Even if I try to imagine
I can not do with an idea
I get the feeling that the heart becomes weaker and weaker so
directly proportional to how far you want to become strong
Crying I called your name if
it was a dream, I wanted not to wake
Ah-
before my eyes there was no one but you
The wind whips my cheeks makes me realize that it's all true
Whisper gently that this is not a 'illusion
If I had been loved as many times as you told me "I love you" If I had loved
as many times as I told you I love you ...
I gave up, because this entry will never come to you
I gave up, because this dream never come true
Although before my eyes was the real you
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Fated
text: ayumi hamasaki
Music: Shintaro Hagiwara, Akihisa Matsuura
Track 6 from the album "GUILTY"
you believe in fate?
The meeting in a moment that changes everything
what has existed until now realizing just
eyes meet
be sure when you touch
But now people can not move
The wind that I lash cheeks makes me realize that it's all true
Whisper gently that this is not an illusion
I thought this entry would never come to any
I thought this dream would have never realized before my eyes But
there is no other than you
Where this road leads and continue in that way? Even if I try to imagine
I can not do with an idea
I get the feeling that the heart becomes weaker and weaker so
directly proportional to how far you want to become strong
Crying I called your name if
it was a dream, I wanted not to wake
Ah-
before my eyes there was no one but you
The wind whips my cheeks makes me realize that it's all true
Whisper gently that this is not a 'illusion
If I had been loved as many times as you told me "I love you" If I had loved
as many times as I told you I love you ...
I gave up, because this entry will never come to you
I gave up, because this dream never come true
Although before my eyes was the real you
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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Futanari مانجا
Sunset ~LOVE is ALL~
Sunset ~ ~ LOVE is ALL
text: ayumi hamasaki music
: Hana Nishimura
Track 4 from the album "Rock'n'Roll Circus" Take care
nearest
Let me believe more in you
I also like that side of you
a little 'clumsy or insensitive
But sometimes a bit' sentimental and I suffer
not tell you just to be
sincere without pretending strong
but that only accounts for me and you certainly will not change
plan
whisper a love strong
I wonder if you feel it resonates in your heart I wonder if
Whisper softly
a strong love
Sooner or later you will arrive at least a little '? Even without telling us directly
now we know that we understand each other
More whether or not you tell me what I sense
My shyness
leads me to avoid the speech
I can not go ahead with the decision because in reality I'm afraid
I wonder if this side of me
make me unsuitable to you Take care
Let me close
believe in you
really reflects me in your eyes? Take care
closest I
to let me believe more in you
Am I too naive?
now just to prove ourselves to each other
We know how we feel for each other
I'm not going to change you, too, I'm still the same
But I think we do well not so
do you think we go right?
remains to me always near
Always believe in me
plan
whisper a love strong
I wonder if you feel it resonates in your heart I wonder if
Whisper softly
a strong love
Sooner or later you will arrive at least a little '? Even without telling us directly
now we know that we understand each other
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Sunset ~ ~ LOVE is ALL
text: ayumi hamasaki music
: Hana Nishimura
Track 4 from the album "Rock'n'Roll Circus" Take care
nearest
Let me believe more in you
I also like that side of you
a little 'clumsy or insensitive
But sometimes a bit' sentimental and I suffer
not tell you just to be
sincere without pretending strong
but that only accounts for me and you certainly will not change
plan
whisper a love strong
I wonder if you feel it resonates in your heart I wonder if
Whisper softly
a strong love
Sooner or later you will arrive at least a little '? Even without telling us directly
now we know that we understand each other
More whether or not you tell me what I sense
My shyness
leads me to avoid the speech
I can not go ahead with the decision because in reality I'm afraid
I wonder if this side of me
make me unsuitable to you Take care
Let me close
believe in you
really reflects me in your eyes? Take care
closest I
to let me believe more in you
Am I too naive?
now just to prove ourselves to each other
We know how we feel for each other
I'm not going to change you, too, I'm still the same
But I think we do well not so
do you think we go right?
remains to me always near
Always believe in me
plan
whisper a love strong
I wonder if you feel it resonates in your heart I wonder if
Whisper softly
a strong love
Sooner or later you will arrive at least a little '? Even without telling us directly
now we know that we understand each other
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Ultrasonic Fogger How Does It Work
Sunrise ~LOVE is ALL~
Sunrise ~ ~ LOVE is ALL
text: ayumi hamasaki music
: Hana Nishimura
Track 12 from the album "Rock'n'Roll Circus"
Come closer
Try to believe I know more
until recently
your innocent smile I love so much
tears shone rigandoti cheeks
simply not tell you to show me who you are, but I'm sure
can accept either side of you I happen to see
Louder
I want to get you
a greater love I will make it resonate in your heart
If I cried more loudly
a greater love,
do you arrive at least a little '? Even without telling us directly
now we know that we understand each other
(Louder
A greater love)
More or less what you say I sense
Scappi
when I would confront you
If I said I'm not afraid to tell the truth
would be a lie But I'm ready for anything
including this and much more
Come closer
Try to believe more
Feel the beat of my heart that vibrates?
Come closer
I tried to believe that more
sharpen the ears of your heart
now just to test us We know each other
how we feel for each other
We are not perfect
After all we are human beings
But I think this is fine too, I would like
(Louder
A greater love)
A voice higher
I get you a greater love
I will make it resonate in your heart
If I cried more loudly
a greater love,
do you arrive at least a little '? Even without telling us directly
now we know that we understand each other
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Sunrise ~ ~ LOVE is ALL
text: ayumi hamasaki music
: Hana Nishimura
Track 12 from the album "Rock'n'Roll Circus"
Come closer
Try to believe I know more
until recently
your innocent smile I love so much
tears shone rigandoti cheeks
simply not tell you to show me who you are, but I'm sure
can accept either side of you I happen to see
Louder
I want to get you
a greater love I will make it resonate in your heart
If I cried more loudly
a greater love,
do you arrive at least a little '? Even without telling us directly
now we know that we understand each other
(Louder
A greater love)
More or less what you say I sense
Scappi
when I would confront you
If I said I'm not afraid to tell the truth
would be a lie But I'm ready for anything
including this and much more
Come closer
Try to believe more
Feel the beat of my heart that vibrates?
Come closer
I tried to believe that more
sharpen the ears of your heart
now just to test us We know each other
how we feel for each other
We are not perfect
After all we are human beings
But I think this is fine too, I would like
(Louder
A greater love)
A voice higher
I get you a greater love
I will make it resonate in your heart
If I cried more loudly
a greater love,
do you arrive at least a little '? Even without telling us directly
now we know that we understand each other
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Friday, October 30, 2009
Braum's Nutritional Information Fruit And
GAME
GAME
text: ayumi hamasaki music
: BounceBack
Track 3 from the album "My Story"
Gradually the warmth that you left me When it starts to melt
that sense will have vanished entirely my body?
pulses overlap, I enter into a maze with no exit
The fact that attacks me suddenly look for a way out because
Yet, mysteriously, I can not get away from here?
this time tomorrow I'll laugh at anything if you do not like this
had happened I've always done so
So why can not I control how I play this game?
If I try to say something, at that very moment everything seems
cycle through your fingers like sand
Look up to the extreme that the only time pass unperturbed
I do not need words
fact that this time tomorrow I will have
forgot I left it last a bit 'longer than usual
No problem, if it is a game I'll just try again
this time tomorrow I'll laugh at all this
just as if nothing had happened I
always done so
So why can not I I would like to control this game?
I do not need words
fact that this time tomorrow I will have forgotten
I left it last a bit 'longer than usual
No problem, if it is a game I just try to tell me that this new
pain is an illusion Tell me that this is not me
Tell me, otherwise I'll end up wanting to heat your new
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GAME
text: ayumi hamasaki music
: BounceBack
Track 3 from the album "My Story"
Gradually the warmth that you left me When it starts to melt
that sense will have vanished entirely my body?
pulses overlap, I enter into a maze with no exit
The fact that attacks me suddenly look for a way out because
Yet, mysteriously, I can not get away from here?
this time tomorrow I'll laugh at anything if you do not like this
had happened I've always done so
So why can not I control how I play this game?
If I try to say something, at that very moment everything seems
cycle through your fingers like sand
Look up to the extreme that the only time pass unperturbed
I do not need words
fact that this time tomorrow I will have
forgot I left it last a bit 'longer than usual
No problem, if it is a game I'll just try again
this time tomorrow I'll laugh at all this
just as if nothing had happened I
always done so
So why can not I I would like to control this game?
I do not need words
fact that this time tomorrow I will have forgotten
I left it last a bit 'longer than usual
No problem, if it is a game I just try to tell me that this new
pain is an illusion Tell me that this is not me
Tell me, otherwise I'll end up wanting to heat your new
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Johnson Baby Oil Condom
About you
About You
text: ayumi hamasaki music
: Kazuhiko Kikuchi
Track 2 of the album "My Story"
All
certainly possess of darkness, hidden somewhere in the bottom of his heart
Sometimes this causes inconvenience and we
that we can not live as we like
Why you can not measure the pain of others and also share
is rather difficult
But if I met someone really wanted to confront
I would not be afraid
I closed the door of my heart
with a violent noise, and if I lost sight of long ago
be enough to reopen the key word or phrase common
trivial
let me hear anything that does not hide flaws
sounded to me Try to believe in things without
form that we will never see
makes a lot of fear on the one hand, but if you can
is a wonderful thing, too
in the middle of this gray city
where it seems impossible to keep his conscience
forces
not laugh without saying "the way it is"
as if I had given up something
Where would someone do that without sacrifices
obtained all he wanted?
You know, you have
the thing I yearn for that long lost
and I can no longer be as
I wish the
I closed the door of my heart with a violent noise
and if I lost sight of long ago
the key words would be enough to reopen
common or trite expression
let me hear anything that does not hide flaws
ring
to me Where would someone do that without sacrifices
has got everything he wanted?
You know, you have
the thing I yearn for that long lost
and I can no longer be
as the blinds and I wish
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About You
text: ayumi hamasaki music
: Kazuhiko Kikuchi
Track 2 of the album "My Story"
All
certainly possess of darkness, hidden somewhere in the bottom of his heart
Sometimes this causes inconvenience and we
that we can not live as we like
Why you can not measure the pain of others and also share
is rather difficult
But if I met someone really wanted to confront
I would not be afraid
I closed the door of my heart
with a violent noise, and if I lost sight of long ago
be enough to reopen the key word or phrase common
trivial
let me hear anything that does not hide flaws
sounded to me Try to believe in things without
form that we will never see
makes a lot of fear on the one hand, but if you can
is a wonderful thing, too
in the middle of this gray city
where it seems impossible to keep his conscience
forces
not laugh without saying "the way it is"
as if I had given up something
Where would someone do that without sacrifices
obtained all he wanted?
You know, you have
the thing I yearn for that long lost
and I can no longer be as
I wish the
I closed the door of my heart with a violent noise
and if I lost sight of long ago
the key words would be enough to reopen
common or trite expression
let me hear anything that does not hide flaws
ring
to me Where would someone do that without sacrifices
has got everything he wanted?
You know, you have
the thing I yearn for that long lost
and I can no longer be
as the blinds and I wish
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Michelle Keegan In Underware
Catcher in the Light
Catcher in the Light
text: ayumi hamasaki music
: CMJK
Track 1 from the album "My Story"
If you stay just to watch
do not ever get
If only remains to look at not
will never become your
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Catcher in the Light
text: ayumi hamasaki music
: CMJK
Track 1 from the album "My Story"
If you stay just to watch
do not ever get
If only remains to look at not
will never become your
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Sunday, June 28, 2009
Human Urine Breakdown
Mari Lwyd
At the height of winter, with cold nights and long, in the villages of East Wales, in the region of Gwent and Glamorgan, a strange scene could be seen. A horse's skull, wearing a thin white cloth, used as a veil, adorned with ribbons and bells, could have been carried through the streets, followed by a procession of young people. If they hit your doorstep, it was because the Mari Lwyd had chosen his home to receive their offerings. Given the strong focus for Celtic poetry, there would be a contest of verses that talk about the cold season in which they lived, about the ultimate fate of all people (death, a common theme to this season) and on the future promised that the new station, with its sun and its warmth. If you give up, Mari Lwyd could be loaded into his home and the chaos would be installed. If not, the youth of the procession would ask only for food as an offering, in a tradition close to Halloween, and proceed to the next house.
The name of Mari Lwyd is usually translated as "Grey Mare", but the Welsh word for mare is caseg, so the translation is unlikely, and the current name probably has its origin linked to Christian tradition, meaning "Mary Gray" linked to the difficult time in which the ceremony took place, and that happened again. Despite the link with Christianity, the basic ceremony is very little Christian. A skull horse loaded as a trophy, ornate, and with a level of reverence, is a return to totemic traits that Judeo-Christianity has ignored in medieval times, but people still carried Christianized as survival of their ancient beliefs. Because of its location in the provinces of East Wales, there is a likelihood that the practice is not of Celtic origin, but German, but his absence in England suggests that the Mari Lwyd is indeed a Welsh practice, and possible Brythonic origin. A ceremony with strong seasonal characteristics, and associated land, whose life begins to return at the Winter Solstice, with the presence always strong nature poetry (in Welsh, of course), and the possible representation of horse-goddesses of sovereignty, the connection of Mary Lwyd with Celtic traditions is quite strong. The practice of
Lwyd Mary remained among the people of the villages of Glamorgan and Gwent in medieval and Renaissance times, apparently without suffering persecution by the authorities really Catholic or Protestant, with only one conviction of the Methodist Church in the nineteenth century. Anyway, this time, the party became associated with gangs and thugs its importance began to decline, virtually disappearing in the early twentieth century. His practice was continued in Llangynwyd and in more recent times, was revived in some cities. Today, Mari Lwyd is again living in Wales. The legend of
Mari Lwyd has two versions: one, and Christianized, and close to the medieval practice and now we know tells us that when the Holy Family chose the stable where Mary had her child, Mari Lwyd and their foals were expelled and since then she goes wandering through villages in search of a stable to survive the winter. The other version says that on the night of the Winter Solstice, the Mari foals are taken away, and since then, around the middle of winter, she wanders in search of their children. This legend holds a strong resemblance to the story of Rhiannon, which has also taken her son, and is recovered. Rhiannon is strongly associated with the mare, and his name is usually translated as "Great Queen" (in Briton Rigantona), and connection of the goddesses of sovereignty with the figure of the horse is well known (Epona and Macha are other examples). Besides connecting the myth of the divine child who is stolen and is recovered again to bring fertility to the world, symbolized by Pryderi son of Rhiannon. Thus, we can make a hypothetical scheme of a goddess of sovereignty (Rhiannon) that your child has sunscreen (Pryderi) stolen, that brings a desert to the land (winter), but that is looked back on Solstice, when the nights are getting warmer and longer days. It will take until Pryderi grow, and reaches its peak, but at least his return is sought and that the new crop season begins. A hypothetical scheme, of course, but not so unlikely, given the immense similarities mythological and ritualistic that practice.
At the height of winter, with cold nights and long, in the villages of East Wales, in the region of Gwent and Glamorgan, a strange scene could be seen. A horse's skull, wearing a thin white cloth, used as a veil, adorned with ribbons and bells, could have been carried through the streets, followed by a procession of young people. If they hit your doorstep, it was because the Mari Lwyd had chosen his home to receive their offerings. Given the strong focus for Celtic poetry, there would be a contest of verses that talk about the cold season in which they lived, about the ultimate fate of all people (death, a common theme to this season) and on the future promised that the new station, with its sun and its warmth. If you give up, Mari Lwyd could be loaded into his home and the chaos would be installed. If not, the youth of the procession would ask only for food as an offering, in a tradition close to Halloween, and proceed to the next house.
The name of Mari Lwyd is usually translated as "Grey Mare", but the Welsh word for mare is caseg, so the translation is unlikely, and the current name probably has its origin linked to Christian tradition, meaning "Mary Gray" linked to the difficult time in which the ceremony took place, and that happened again. Despite the link with Christianity, the basic ceremony is very little Christian. A skull horse loaded as a trophy, ornate, and with a level of reverence, is a return to totemic traits that Judeo-Christianity has ignored in medieval times, but people still carried Christianized as survival of their ancient beliefs. Because of its location in the provinces of East Wales, there is a likelihood that the practice is not of Celtic origin, but German, but his absence in England suggests that the Mari Lwyd is indeed a Welsh practice, and possible Brythonic origin. A ceremony with strong seasonal characteristics, and associated land, whose life begins to return at the Winter Solstice, with the presence always strong nature poetry (in Welsh, of course), and the possible representation of horse-goddesses of sovereignty, the connection of Mary Lwyd with Celtic traditions is quite strong. The practice of
Lwyd Mary remained among the people of the villages of Glamorgan and Gwent in medieval and Renaissance times, apparently without suffering persecution by the authorities really Catholic or Protestant, with only one conviction of the Methodist Church in the nineteenth century. Anyway, this time, the party became associated with gangs and thugs its importance began to decline, virtually disappearing in the early twentieth century. His practice was continued in Llangynwyd and in more recent times, was revived in some cities. Today, Mari Lwyd is again living in Wales. The legend of
Mari Lwyd has two versions: one, and Christianized, and close to the medieval practice and now we know tells us that when the Holy Family chose the stable where Mary had her child, Mari Lwyd and their foals were expelled and since then she goes wandering through villages in search of a stable to survive the winter. The other version says that on the night of the Winter Solstice, the Mari foals are taken away, and since then, around the middle of winter, she wanders in search of their children. This legend holds a strong resemblance to the story of Rhiannon, which has also taken her son, and is recovered. Rhiannon is strongly associated with the mare, and his name is usually translated as "Great Queen" (in Briton Rigantona), and connection of the goddesses of sovereignty with the figure of the horse is well known (Epona and Macha are other examples). Besides connecting the myth of the divine child who is stolen and is recovered again to bring fertility to the world, symbolized by Pryderi son of Rhiannon. Thus, we can make a hypothetical scheme of a goddess of sovereignty (Rhiannon) that your child has sunscreen (Pryderi) stolen, that brings a desert to the land (winter), but that is looked back on Solstice, when the nights are getting warmer and longer days. It will take until Pryderi grow, and reaches its peak, but at least his return is sought and that the new crop season begins. A hypothetical scheme, of course, but not so unlikely, given the immense similarities mythological and ritualistic that practice.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Desmume White Screen Heart Gold
aniuzzola @ 2009-02-02T16:54:00
PROLOGUE
Outside my window the cold was biting, a strong storm the storm window as the sun went down to make room for the night. Istra, a small town in Russia where the snow never failed! I put a cigarette on his lips while coffee warmed on the oven, I thought about how my life was messed up, what I hated mine. I recovered from the pocket of his shorts cropped the lighter spark the flame in front of my eyes, I stared a few seconds, immersed in the wonder that ... then went to my face up to the edge of the burning cigarette, pulled strong as to get rid of the thoughts from my head, but the timbre of the microwave was the best. Getting up from his chair, instinctively dropped the lighter on the table, losing myself I reached the kitchen smell of coffee that damn loud. With a cigarette between my fingers got busy serving me a nice mug full, almost like chocolate. I sipped.
The door had barely creaked, I knew that it was open and closed, he was, had arrived! I wonder how many men I had on my bed with him but now, months that were going on, something was changing and I did not like. In a moment it was already behind me, his hands traveling along my arms, I shuddered. I threw down another gulp of coffee and then leave it at that cold of the kitchen counter, grabbed my face to her chin, kissed me without giving me time and I did not regretted it at all. Our breathing became immediately stronger, our mouths crazy ... I dragged him in the room having no longer want to wait! As we stripped down to my skin I discovered a number of bruises he pointed nn even watching, I was invisible to his eyes and it hurt me, but why? At the heck all I wanted! However, I kept thinking all the time and ... if what I was doing with him was more than just sex? Now this was the question I asked myself for several months, he knew, Raphael, this is his name, he knew what I felt, despite everything ... I used to pretend, play with my feelings until I said Just ! One night the cacciai away, I was cold, sharp and absolutely implaccabile! That evening we did nothing, went away angry "My dear, you are nothing without me!" He muttered, as if it were me its right! I picked up the cigarettes from the table a little nervous, I lit a I jumped again and just feeling the door: "I'm Emma," I recognized the voice, my sister Beatris, the only person on whom I could really count! I could hear his footsteps through the hallway toward the kitchen, just her face was clearer I noticed the broken lip with a few scratches, I stared at the agitated and pulling on a cigarette "What the fuck ...?!" impulse I turned and went to the meeting "We have again put their hands on the bastard!" I snapped and grabbed a chair and invited her to sit. "Emma I'm fine, do not be angry," she said, and I felt more and more my blood up to the brain. I headed the freezer, did not answer. My father was the architect of all this, we were now a sort of punching bag for him! Grabbing a cloth and encased in ice Beatris him leaned back from the lip "Do not defend him," I could tell her only that, but she was very fragile, could never say anything bad about dad! I left her a moment alone, a good hot tea would calm down and we were silent and I was destroyed, both physically and emotionally.
The clock pointed to midnight, it was best not to anger the man further to our misfortune that we had given birth. I greeted her by holding it in a close embrace, was not up to me and Beatris noticed, then accompanied to the door I smile, my last smile for her. The only thing I needed was a very hot bath, nn I thought twice, and then immerse it in the tub filled. I stayed there maybe an hour, if not longer, I had lost track of time but my skin started to ringrinzirsi. I wrapped nell'asciugamano lifting me, I went on my way from the tank on the sink, I watched in the mirror. I looked horrible, I was tired but I could not shed a tear. On my right lay a razor blade, my instinct was to dismantle speed, smashed to the ground and taking the knife I played it on my arm brushing, I guess I never got that far in my entire life. Upset by the sinking my thoughts on the skin, creating long and deep vertical cuts, the pain was just a minor thing, the vein had been severed and gushing out of control ... for a moment I was fascinated. M The heart was pounding on his chest, blurry vision, I fell to the ground rule and dirt with a long streak of blood on the sink, I was alone in the house, no one could help me and perhaps not even wanted. Gl'occhi closed, leaving the arm on the floor, the tile was already gone in my blood, just lifted the corner of his mouth into a small smile, thinking that the work might not wait for tomorrow! He threw open the bathroom door gl'occhi and opened, I never dreamed, Beatris was just screaming my name, what was he doing back here? I saw her crying, despair, once again he was ill, she was frightened and tried to help me, stroked her face smiling at her "Will you make it without me," I whispered from the floor and closed gl'occhi andandomene that fucking world for me now had become a nightmare.
I woke up on the ground, how was it possible? I was dead! Ahead of me two unknown figures with long dresses, masks to the face, staring at me. No words from our mouths, I came up to look around, a place dark, cold, but I had chills No, I did not feel anything really, even my heart beat in my breast! I heard laughing the two unknown figures, seemed to enjoy my being dispersed. Then he finally said, "Welcome to hell Emma Wolf, with your sin of Lust."
Outside my window the cold was biting, a strong storm the storm window as the sun went down to make room for the night. Istra, a small town in Russia where the snow never failed! I put a cigarette on his lips while coffee warmed on the oven, I thought about how my life was messed up, what I hated mine. I recovered from the pocket of his shorts cropped the lighter spark the flame in front of my eyes, I stared a few seconds, immersed in the wonder that ... then went to my face up to the edge of the burning cigarette, pulled strong as to get rid of the thoughts from my head, but the timbre of the microwave was the best. Getting up from his chair, instinctively dropped the lighter on the table, losing myself I reached the kitchen smell of coffee that damn loud. With a cigarette between my fingers got busy serving me a nice mug full, almost like chocolate. I sipped.
The door had barely creaked, I knew that it was open and closed, he was, had arrived! I wonder how many men I had on my bed with him but now, months that were going on, something was changing and I did not like. In a moment it was already behind me, his hands traveling along my arms, I shuddered. I threw down another gulp of coffee and then leave it at that cold of the kitchen counter, grabbed my face to her chin, kissed me without giving me time and I did not regretted it at all. Our breathing became immediately stronger, our mouths crazy ... I dragged him in the room having no longer want to wait! As we stripped down to my skin I discovered a number of bruises he pointed nn even watching, I was invisible to his eyes and it hurt me, but why? At the heck all I wanted! However, I kept thinking all the time and ... if what I was doing with him was more than just sex? Now this was the question I asked myself for several months, he knew, Raphael, this is his name, he knew what I felt, despite everything ... I used to pretend, play with my feelings until I said Just ! One night the cacciai away, I was cold, sharp and absolutely implaccabile! That evening we did nothing, went away angry "My dear, you are nothing without me!" He muttered, as if it were me its right! I picked up the cigarettes from the table a little nervous, I lit a I jumped again and just feeling the door: "I'm Emma," I recognized the voice, my sister Beatris, the only person on whom I could really count! I could hear his footsteps through the hallway toward the kitchen, just her face was clearer I noticed the broken lip with a few scratches, I stared at the agitated and pulling on a cigarette "What the fuck ...?!" impulse I turned and went to the meeting "We have again put their hands on the bastard!" I snapped and grabbed a chair and invited her to sit. "Emma I'm fine, do not be angry," she said, and I felt more and more my blood up to the brain. I headed the freezer, did not answer. My father was the architect of all this, we were now a sort of punching bag for him! Grabbing a cloth and encased in ice Beatris him leaned back from the lip "Do not defend him," I could tell her only that, but she was very fragile, could never say anything bad about dad! I left her a moment alone, a good hot tea would calm down and we were silent and I was destroyed, both physically and emotionally.
The clock pointed to midnight, it was best not to anger the man further to our misfortune that we had given birth. I greeted her by holding it in a close embrace, was not up to me and Beatris noticed, then accompanied to the door I smile, my last smile for her. The only thing I needed was a very hot bath, nn I thought twice, and then immerse it in the tub filled. I stayed there maybe an hour, if not longer, I had lost track of time but my skin started to ringrinzirsi. I wrapped nell'asciugamano lifting me, I went on my way from the tank on the sink, I watched in the mirror. I looked horrible, I was tired but I could not shed a tear. On my right lay a razor blade, my instinct was to dismantle speed, smashed to the ground and taking the knife I played it on my arm brushing, I guess I never got that far in my entire life. Upset by the sinking my thoughts on the skin, creating long and deep vertical cuts, the pain was just a minor thing, the vein had been severed and gushing out of control ... for a moment I was fascinated. M The heart was pounding on his chest, blurry vision, I fell to the ground rule and dirt with a long streak of blood on the sink, I was alone in the house, no one could help me and perhaps not even wanted. Gl'occhi closed, leaving the arm on the floor, the tile was already gone in my blood, just lifted the corner of his mouth into a small smile, thinking that the work might not wait for tomorrow! He threw open the bathroom door gl'occhi and opened, I never dreamed, Beatris was just screaming my name, what was he doing back here? I saw her crying, despair, once again he was ill, she was frightened and tried to help me, stroked her face smiling at her "Will you make it without me," I whispered from the floor and closed gl'occhi andandomene that fucking world for me now had become a nightmare.
I woke up on the ground, how was it possible? I was dead! Ahead of me two unknown figures with long dresses, masks to the face, staring at me. No words from our mouths, I came up to look around, a place dark, cold, but I had chills No, I did not feel anything really, even my heart beat in my breast! I heard laughing the two unknown figures, seemed to enjoy my being dispersed. Then he finally said, "Welcome to hell Emma Wolf, with your sin of Lust."
Ania & Rox - TheSisters
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