tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33973103522554663582024-03-07T20:46:05.098-08:00Tips From Wulfie Gal.Out of darkness cometh light.self help themeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16640548314592688328noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397310352255466358.post-84045507338613306392024-02-28T03:10:00.000-08:002024-02-28T03:10:33.941-08:00Going to keep the peace going as long as I can much love.xxx<p> They say if the shoe fits wear it<br />Wear those shoes as long as its good<br />Good for you and everyone else<br />Peace is my idea today<br />Don´t give a fig <br />A fig where anyone is from<br />We all deserve that peace<br />That inner nurturing<br />That inner kindness to ourselves<br />I had an am holding a image<br />Of us all around the world<br />Reaching out to each other<br />To each other in peace<br />I have spent my whole life being<br />Being the peace maker in that house<br />The doer an havin to say<br />Things that had to be said an done<br />They were not willing to pull or push that cart<br />Not ever at all<br />So I deserve some peace away from all that<br />Gonna keep that peace goin as long as I can<br />You can bet on it<br />Peace has always been my own mission<br />Have never had very much of that<br />For being outspoken sometimes<br />I won myself enemies<br />Because they did´nt want their apple cart upset<br />But I had to say an do it<br />Even though I did not want to<br />Even though I did not want to.<br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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An She Let Him Have It For Being So Sarcastic......<p> She said in Spanish look mate<br />These are way too tight<br />He made a hint at her losing weight<br />Retorting back, retorting back<br />Us girls with curves<br />Is what got you to be here in the first place<br />We have had to carry you lot for nine whole months<br />All parts of us under a strain<br />Not able to move very well<br />We are not the girls from the films<br />Where everything is glamour an glitz<br />An all that stuff<br />Us girls have given birth to you lot<br />That´s how we lose our figure<br />We did not have personal fitness trainers then<br />That cost you a bomb to hire<br />All those no curves stuff<br />Is not what I would desire<br />I am proud of my figure<br />I carried kids for a whole nine months<br />Summat you could not do if you tried<br />She wiped the smirk of his arrogant face<br />She sure did know how to put him in his place<br />So you can keep those awful one size leggings stuff<br />An I won´t say the rest<br />We all applauded her cos we know its the truth<br />This is not the movies those perfect women<br />Its us, us girls an they would not be here without us.<br /><br />Nuff said loved what she said cos now its all keep fit and be the same size as everyone else no one is made to be just like another.xxx<br /><br />Mira tío, mira<br />A mi no me vengas con eso<br />Lo del peso y todo esas tonterias<br />Sin nosotras no estarias aquí<br />Ni en pintura estarías viviendo<br />Con toda tu chulería<br />Esas medias "leggings"<br />Ya sabes donde puedes meterlos<br />Solo una talla única<br />No somos las que no tienen curvas<br />Esas no curvas manía<br />No había entrenadoras personales<br />Que tenías que seguir<br />Para estar como quiere <br />Como quiere la gente obsesionaos <br />Con la perfección<br />No somos estereotipadas que siguen una a la otra cegadas<br />Por una idea, una imagen<br />Supuestamente ideal<br />No somos las chicas perfectas<br />Somos Madres de ántes y lo hemos pasao mal<br />Para traer a vosotros al mundo<br />Asi que ya sabes lo que pensamos la mayoría<br />Toma ya, toma ya a ver donde vas con mi idea.</p>self help themeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16640548314592688328noreply@blogger.com0Pamplona, Navarre, Spain42.812526 -1.64577451.0331742275040341 -71.9582745 84.591877772495963 68.6667255tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397310352255466358.post-16796007537967477692024-02-09T05:02:00.000-08:002024-02-09T12:12:52.386-08:00From Here To Pamplona Navarra Huge Protests An Big Tractors Overtake The Traffic Al The Man Who Does Not Care.....xxx<p> Yesterday he watched a load of tractors go by<br />He shrugged his shoulders<br />All the tractors protestin about what is going on<br />Most of the drivers were tolerant<br />As they were slowed right down <br />In his "street worn clothes"<br />He went an wrapped himself away <br />Away from all the fuss<br />He does and did not care<br />About what is in the world out there<br />His home is a blanket<br />One of those old wool made ones from before<br />The base are cardboard boxes<br />He shies away from people<br />He sleeps during the day<br />Comes out at night <br />When there is no one around<br />He is real<br />She has seen him an others have too<br />Yet she does not know who can reach him<br />Or what others can do<br />Yet she feels he is as worthy as anyone else<br />He is as worthy as any other<br />Even if he does not care one or the tuther.xxx<br /><br /><br />Farmers with their tractors protestin big time our kids if only they had done ages ago when it was all really starting nuff said nuff said.xxx<br /><br /><br /></p>self help themeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16640548314592688328noreply@blogger.com0Pamplona, Navarre, Spain42.812526 -1.645774514.502292163821153 -36.8020245 71.122759836178844 33.5104755tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397310352255466358.post-83495890348788447152024-01-18T12:34:00.000-08:002024-02-29T12:20:20.017-08:00Roses Have Thorns To Protect Themselves, Nuff Said....<p> Meggie let him have it<br />Releasing all the ire<br />Releasing the hurt an the anger<br />Releasing the no desire<br />She threw it all in his face<br />All his ambition<br />All that drive of power<br />That got him nowhere<br />Like a dog chasin its tail<br />All that pretendin he was the only guy<br />A girl could ever want<br />She laughed scornfully right in his face<br />She surely did put him an the other one<br />Both in their place<br />For they had been pursuing their ambition<br />Like a moth that goes to the light<br />Flyin around aimlessly<br />Givin up love for dogarned flamin need<br />To show that they were real men<br />She showed the two of them up indeed<br />So very well done Meggie<br />For to sacrifice a love <br />For something that really means nothin<br />Will only bring hurt, deep deep hurt an damage.<br /><br /><br /><br /></p>self help themeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16640548314592688328noreply@blogger.com0Pamplona, Navarre, Spain42.812526 -1.645774514.502292163821153 -36.8020245 71.122759836178844 33.5104755tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397310352255466358.post-46050088196777044342024-01-17T04:25:00.000-08:002024-02-29T12:21:05.787-08:00 My Inner Knowing Pending Came True.... I Do Not Like Predictions....But....<p>Something woke her up suddenly<br />After days of tryin to call<br />Call overseas to no avail<br />It was an image of a certain "King"<br />From long time back<br />In all his finery an all that stuff<br />I never dreamed about that guy<br />Nor would I ever want to<br />No way would I ever dream of ......<br />The impulse took me straight to the local<br />The local Newspaper of a certain section of it<br />I phoned the paper as soon as I saw <br />I saw what I did not want to see<br />Cold words, icy cold words<br />Confirmed what I had been feelin<br />What I had been feelin all those days<br />I spoke to the Telephonist<br />I explained very briefly<br />We were both in tears almost<br />I thanked her so much for all her help<br />On the very same day<br />Prayers were being said almost <br />Almost at the very same time<br />It was so ironic<br />I could do nothing but be a silent witness<br />Being a silent witness<br />Tears streamin down her face<br />You not being allowed to be there<br />Is something that goes pretty deep<br />Its all very private<br />But that certain image<br />Dragged me right into it<br />By pure impulse an a knowing<br />A knowing stronger than life itself<br />Its not something you can make up<br />Technology can be a double edged sword<br />Yet at the same time not<br /><br /><br />Nuff said all the rest is very private the reason for all that going on an all the other stuff that inner knowing is a very powerful force somethin I don´t an cannot control it just happens that´s all I know an knowin is more than enough.xxx<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>self help themeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16640548314592688328noreply@blogger.com0Pamplona, Navarre, Spain42.812526 -1.645774514.502292163821153 -36.8020245 71.122759836178844 33.5104755tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397310352255466358.post-36315844485574030682024-01-13T12:25:00.000-08:002024-02-29T12:21:35.462-08:00Eldest Child´s Heavy Load On Its Back Of Responsibility.....<p> Siempre, siempre hemos llevao<br />Much responsibilidad en nuestras espaldas<br />Hay quien no quiere<br />Ni empezar a entender<br />Lo que sufrimos los dos <br />Antes de volver a conocernos en esta vida<br />Nos fueron impuesto tales cadenas<br />Desde muy niños<br />No lo querría yo tú tampoco<br />Tú tampoco querrías nada de eso<br />Te vistes obligado<br />Yo me ví obligada<br />De situationes impuestas<br />Todo en nuestras espaldas<br />Nos quitarón libertad<br />Nos quitarón libertad<br />Que luego mucho mas tarde <br />Ibamos a encontrar<br />Ibamos a encontrar<br />Nadie lo entenderá <br />Y eso me dá igual<br />Ellos hacian lo que querrian<br />Mientras tanto nosotros<br />De alguna forma o de u de otra pagamos el pato.<br /><br />Its oh so fine to blame others<br />To blame others for the way your life has turned out<br />To keep resentment against them on top<br />A life time resentment<br />They might not truly deserve<br />When you are the eldest of the brothers<br />Brothers an sisters at that time<br />A heavy load was placed upon your back<br />If that happened <br />Well that was your fault<br />So those that came after<br />Really don´t know what its like<br />To carry such a heavy weight of being the eldest<br />They don´t have much idea at all<br />It certainly was not a Royal Ball.<br /><br /><br />Nuff said only tellin the truth like it was a heavy load on both of our backs you can say that again.xxx<br /><br /></p>self help themeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16640548314592688328noreply@blogger.com0Pamplona, Navarre, Spain42.812526 -1.645774514.502292163821153 -36.8020245 71.122759836178844 33.5104755tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397310352255466358.post-80116546955136081772024-01-11T04:49:00.000-08:002024-02-29T12:22:14.933-08:00Being Rich Does Not Equal Love.......<p> A lot of money all around<br />Surrounded by a lot of material wealth<br />However what was missin was<br />Was the lack of love<br />Lack of love all of his life<br />He grew up not seein or feelin that love<br />Love anywhere in his life<br />He always knew that it had to change<br />So he changed it gradually<br />Using his position in life<br />He managed to change the Law of that Country<br />He set the path for things to be<br />Much better for most workin class people <br />People of that time<br />Specially young children<br />A law was passed forbiddin young children<br />To work so many hours<br />Food an clothes were provided if needed be<br />You set a path that would improve with time<br />There is no glory in poverty an grime<br />Your name was Anthony A.C. <br />Blessed be, blessed be for all that you did<br />To set the children free.<br /><br />Nació de cuna alta<br />Pero sin amor<br />Sin amor a gran falta<br />A gran falta estaba siendo muy niño<br />Sus Padres no sabian dar cariño<br />Much dinero bueno eso que si<br />Siendo de alta clase<br />Y muy listo él<br />Ayudó a cambiar esas condiciones espantosas<br />En que los niños y gente vivian<br />Forjó un camino que no iba a parar<br />Para que todos los trabajadores mejoria y mas bienestar<br />No hay ninguna gloria en la pobreza y la suciedad<br />Tu nombre era Antonio A. 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Earl of Shaftesbury.<br />Sue.xxx<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9oTrEaBFsp5ALhsARslPRBfMk4mI4g2veCoZGEDnTd1BEbOErv1zu3aNSFNrR8XiZ9xgTPaOXiEKu_RvQLww00pTLZJqd4xvpjOO8v3QdOzAwEiuiiFL8BVx-estcWUvEa953D3feH9GSbAGAGU9tPdQSQDqxvQZeBbGAV-YAQM4vnIqQ83z_c6h6HHV/s640/PA160001%20(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9oTrEaBFsp5ALhsARslPRBfMk4mI4g2veCoZGEDnTd1BEbOErv1zu3aNSFNrR8XiZ9xgTPaOXiEKu_RvQLww00pTLZJqd4xvpjOO8v3QdOzAwEiuiiFL8BVx-estcWUvEa953D3feH9GSbAGAGU9tPdQSQDqxvQZeBbGAV-YAQM4vnIqQ83z_c6h6HHV/s320/PA160001%20(1).JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />self help themeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16640548314592688328noreply@blogger.com0Pamplona, Navarre, Spain42.812526 -1.645774514.502292163821153 -36.8020245 71.122759836178844 33.5104755tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397310352255466358.post-56869391792929136722024-01-06T03:11:00.000-08:002024-02-29T12:22:48.840-08:00From Far Thrown Orient Far Three Wise Men........<p> Three Men not very ordinary ones<br />Saw that it was coming about<br />They consulted with each other<br />By messengers of that time<br />All three agreeing<br />Of what was to take place<br />No one can really know<br />How it all came about<br />We were not there<br />Story however goes<br />They traversed lands from far thrown Orient<br />Orient that was then<br />A birth of unconditional love<br />Was in the air<br />It was all around<br />On this day 6th of January <br />Also the Night before<br />Celebrations still take place<br />Three Wise Men<br />Three Kings from Orient far<br />They all agreed to contemplate the face<br />Face of purity of love an grace.xxx<br /><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a 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33.5104755tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397310352255466358.post-6630471107591274472023-12-31T03:42:00.000-08:002024-02-29T12:23:22.922-08:00A West Midlands Tradition an My New Year Meditation.....<p> She sat by the big bay window<br />No fire to give her warmth<br />So okay she put on extra clothing<br />A blanket to keep her warm<br />All dark outside<br />She had a mere light on<br />No one wanted to celebrate<br />There was a total apathy<br />A total indifference<br />She thought well that´s them<br />But its not me<br />All of her life she has been different<br />Not taking the same attitude<br />Perhaps its the love of the magic<br />Magic she was able to feel<br />A tall dark stranger crossing the threshold of your door<br />With coal dust on his face<br />A glass of Port to welcome him with<br />She pictured all of that<br />Of course it actually did not happen<br />For her in that moment it did<br />She romanced the idea every year<br />She would sit up late till gone <br />Gone twelve o´clock to let in another New Year<br />HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE<br />FELIZ AÑO NUEVO<br /><br />Nuff said the tradition in the West Midlands was for somebody to knock on your front or back door with coal dust on their face had to be a man though.<br />Everyone has their own version though of course.<br />She meaning me would sip at a glass of Port an a Mince Pie or bit of Christmas Cake You have to be able to feel the magic of it or at least try.xxx<br /><br />Un Señor alto Minero del Carbón<br />Tenía que supuestamente cruzar tu puerta<br />La puerta de tu casa<br />Cada año élla imaginaba que fuera así<br />Un tío alto y oscuro de cara<br />Cruzaba su Puerta <br />Y ella le daba de comer <br />De comer y beber un vasito de Port<br />Eso es un licor o un tipo de vino<br />Yo que que sé<br />Pero es lo que élla imaginaba<br />Mientras los dormian<br />Mientras los demás dormian<br />Nadie querria celebrar<br />Una apatía total<br />Les invadía<br />Unas desganas que para que<br />Bueno yo sufría igual que los demas<br />Pero eso no quitaba<br />Que yo solita<br />Soltaba mi imaginación<br />Un hombre de cara oscuro<br />Eventualmente cruzó mi corazón.<br /><br />Sue.xxx<br /><br />Feliz Año Nuevo a todos y cada uno.xxx<br /><br /><br /><br /></p>self help themeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16640548314592688328noreply@blogger.com0Pamplona, Navarre, Spain42.812526 -1.645774514.502292163821153 -36.8020245 71.122759836178844 33.5104755tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397310352255466358.post-47878168269853661112023-12-27T04:00:00.000-08:002024-02-29T12:23:58.677-08:00Beautiful Blue Green Planet Earth........<p> </p><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">He was seeing the beautiful blue green Earth</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Seeing as it was</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">In the coldest parts of the World</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">In the very humblest parts</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">He sent them a radiant rainbow of a pink gold hue</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">A <span><a tabindex="-1"></a></span>rainbow of pink gold</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">It was sparkling</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Like a water fountain it bubbled up everywhere</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">To wash away the heaviness an all the care</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">As he waved the wand of light</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">He tiptoed around all the corners of the world</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">To make sure the light could get in</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">In and into the hearts of everyone</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">An he meant everyone</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">No one left out</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">This is my Christmas gift he whispered</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">May you feel the joy</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">May it stay with you all year round.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Sue.xxx</div></div>self help themeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16640548314592688328noreply@blogger.com0Pamplona, Navarre, Spain42.812526 -1.645774514.502292163821153 -36.8020245 71.122759836178844 33.5104755tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397310352255466358.post-18508143229691524932023-12-20T12:32:00.000-08:002024-02-29T12:24:28.576-08:00It Was Never To Be Toño Goñi Ba.....<p> </p><div class="" dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1l90r2v x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id=":r11o:"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">You sat under a shady tree</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Probably with a girlfriend</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Who knows what all that could be</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">You spoke to her</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">To her of the future</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">The <span><a tabindex="-1"></a></span>future between you an her</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">It was a sunny August day</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">But you would not see the sun setting</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Setting ever again</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">For being young an believing </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Believing in a better future</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">You were "knocked down"</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Taken out of that life</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">The shadows of those that "ruled"</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Still persist in time</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">They did an incredible amount of damage</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">On all infinite levels </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Damages was done family structure</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">The whole lot was distorted</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">You left your young life</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">A girlfriend never got to be your wife.</div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Nuff said Toño Goñí Ba..... de Funes Navarra.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">That is all she will say.xxx</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Much love Sue.</div></div></span></div></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz2JRC-4_fgYcrF8YogXWS_XSgU791uMBXzPoCll0bHTa4Y83U1VnauQLc-CDLZTlrlJpGu-u0cp82T5UJUlFmJ1U44irjBwNMBAjKvc5OcARnCbKmEvU_qlreh6JjG7vb7Hdbfkhc1sRjoQoYJHe5TYHbG1k-w26dmcVvxKVVYPseU1lIUv7zSvQaqK1Y/s2048/343610058_626200655715213_5647800056631218898_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz2JRC-4_fgYcrF8YogXWS_XSgU791uMBXzPoCll0bHTa4Y83U1VnauQLc-CDLZTlrlJpGu-u0cp82T5UJUlFmJ1U44irjBwNMBAjKvc5OcARnCbKmEvU_qlreh6JjG7vb7Hdbfkhc1sRjoQoYJHe5TYHbG1k-w26dmcVvxKVVYPseU1lIUv7zSvQaqK1Y/s320/343610058_626200655715213_5647800056631218898_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="x1n2onr6"><br /></div>self help themeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16640548314592688328noreply@blogger.com0Pamplona, Navarre, Spain42.812526 -1.645774514.502292163821153 -36.8020245 71.122759836178844 33.5104755tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397310352255466358.post-24925855680295519372023-12-17T11:52:00.000-08:002024-02-29T12:25:19.998-08:00"The Cowboy Carol" We Sang It Ages Ago Now......<p> </p><div class="" dir="auto"><div class="x1iorvi4 x1pi30zi x1l90r2v x1swvt13" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id=":rfe:"><div class="x78zum5 xdt5ytf xz62fqu x16ldp7u"><div class="xu06os2 x1ok221b"><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs x126k92a"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Does not want to tag</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Does not want to "snag"</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Snag or tag anyone in her words</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">All she can remember</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Remembers Christmas Nativity</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><a tabindex="-1"></a></span>Going to the Civic Hall to sing Carols</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Singing in the School Choir Carols</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">One in particular sticks in her head</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Its "The Cowboy Carol"</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Does not know how that came about</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">But she likes it an still sings it now</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I can appreciate that some might not </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Might not really consider it a Carol</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Okay its a song but a really nice one</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">If "you get the meaning of it" thing</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I don´t have not one single school photo</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Not one single school photo of me</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">To prove that I was there</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Singing in that Choir</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Singing in those Choirs</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Maybe the photos "vanished" for a reason </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">So I put the nearest I can get to it</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">"The Cowboy Carol" is very singable</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Great memories of how we were all in the same soup</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Singing that song or carol</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Its kind of gets you in a loop lol.xxx</div></div></span></div></div></div></div><div class="x1n2onr6"><br /></div><div class="x1n2onr6"><br /></div><div class="x1n2onr6"><br /></div><div class="x1n2onr6"><br /></div>self help themeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16640548314592688328noreply@blogger.com0Pamplona, Navarre, Spain42.812526 -1.645774514.502292163821153 -36.8020245 71.122759836178844 33.5104755tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397310352255466358.post-56018246732230667192023-12-08T04:56:00.000-08:002024-02-29T12:26:14.897-08:00Becoming Stronger........<p> She had to be upfront<br />On the 4th to the 8th<br />During those days <br />She had to be strong<br />Very strong left on her own<br />On her own to cope<br />But then she realized <br />It was only then<br />All the truth about somethings<br />Were revealed to her<br />Everything unravelled right in front of her eyes<br />She saw things around her <br />In their true colours<br />Their very masks exposed<br />It was not nice<br />It was not nice.<br /><br />When I mention about masks I am NOT talking about "those masks" as it happened three years before that even started.<br />I am talking about the Maskerade, the masks people wear an have when they are with certain other people as they don´t want to show their true colours to the said person an how they might feel towards them for good or for bad.<br />It can go either way of course in my case it was not for good.<br />But however when their masks came off I saw how things really were and was able to work on it an to say that it does not hurt would be a lie I can tell you.<br />All of us retain some kind of innocence about others all their life an in my case that was so as well.<br />No hate involved here but she was made to be more wary of them an protect herself more.<br />I saw something similar happen to my own Mom but it was too late for her to do anything about it right then.<br />The personal situation I am NOT going to talk about an never will either its between me an another an the brick wall.<br />Much love Sue.xxx<br /><br /><br /><br />PS:<br />This what I talk about is about me in a certain situation when you discover how others feel an think about you its nothing to do with anythin else except me.<br />Masks to me are nothing more than fachades, falseness that is what I really mean to say being two faced you can call it as well.<br />Nothing to do with parents or children or all that other kind of stuff.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ITnTxBBmkfY" width="320" youtube-src-id="ITnTxBBmkfY"></iframe></div><br />self help themeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16640548314592688328noreply@blogger.com0Pamplona, Navarre, Spain42.812526 -1.64577450.93779691386692576 -71.9582745 84.687255086133064 68.6667255tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397310352255466358.post-38610014586259105122023-12-04T03:39:00.000-08:002024-02-29T12:27:44.590-08:00No Room For HIm????<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/NvYyhy3eDgo" width="320" youtube-src-id="NvYyhy3eDgo"></iframe></div><br /> Pea soup fog<br />So dreadfully cold<br />Icy cold that got into you<br />Swirling pea soup fog<br />She was alone with her grief<br />No one wanted to be her handkerchief<br />Her two twin boys had gone to heaven<br />She was sort of watchin a film<br />Called "Tell Me My Name",<br />The door bell rang<br />We had no car right then<br />You came back all the way from Spain<br />Frozen to the bone<br />With those beautiful eyes<br />You asked me "can I come in"?<br />Question that got me right there<br />Right there in the heart<br />A course you can come in<br />Why do you think I would not let you in?<br />Well we both knew the answer to that one<br />We were not livin in a place of our own<br />So that´s why he asked<br />Sort of in a dubious way<br />Winter cold left me<br />My heart started to warm again an again<br />We both left a year later<br />Fed up with the never ending terms an conditions<br />We both came back to Spain.<br /><br /><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoVp0Cjr3_ynEBi5wTZLo69F6lJAVtEMCh22Djs9cwNu8JiFF0gXNikidpgVoIwIiGD_RiZ7ktFMh9tUauZ2EL9dXw1xcL8Kn3VC7Lu-vzdQpL5WgdRig3kC1educKkuNZvI42iUYu7Ed5OqW2V7DyerUDmS-hnu4VaZbtLkvFh1mf281r9dFHPlUPCJnv/s278/P1010008.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="278" data-original-width="158" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoVp0Cjr3_ynEBi5wTZLo69F6lJAVtEMCh22Djs9cwNu8JiFF0gXNikidpgVoIwIiGD_RiZ7ktFMh9tUauZ2EL9dXw1xcL8Kn3VC7Lu-vzdQpL5WgdRig3kC1educKkuNZvI42iUYu7Ed5OqW2V7DyerUDmS-hnu4VaZbtLkvFh1mf281r9dFHPlUPCJnv/s1600/P1010008.JPG" width="158" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p>self help themeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16640548314592688328noreply@blogger.com0Pamplona, Navarre, Spain42.812526 -1.645774514.502292163821153 -36.8020245 71.122759836178844 33.5104755tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397310352255466358.post-9698546889270291272023-11-29T04:49:00.000-08:002024-02-29T12:28:18.032-08:00Very Tough Times For Women......Nuff said.....<p> <br />In those times it was very very tough<br />To live in those times<br />To live where she lived<br />Restricted, restrained by society itself<br />It was the way it was<br />Yet her very vivid imagination<br />Set her free<br />She would walk on the bleak an dark green moors<br />Half frozen already before even going out of the door<br />Seeking the way to express<br />Way to express her need to write<br />Her need to get it out there somewhere<br />Her deep running passions<br />Of love, freedom and congeniality<br />Learning to read and to write<br />Was something for most people way of sight<br />That was another thing that drove her<br />One day she sat wrote an wrote<br />A novel yet in all truth<br />It was the very truth<br />The very truth of how they had to live<br />She managed to very cleverly<br />Very cleverly between the lines<br />Her story of how she had to live those times<br />Buckets of courage to dare to write it<br />Charlotte Bronte was her name<br />Charlotte Bronte was her name.<br /><br /><br /><br />Charlotte Bronte una mujer<br />Que vivía en una sociedad reprimida<br />Anclado en tiempos ya muy pasaos<br />Parecían tiempos como medievales<br />Para las mujeres que amaban la libertad<br />Fué muy dificil expresar <br />Expresar sus ganas de volar<br />De volar solas<br />Quitarse las cadenas<br />Quitarse las cadenas de mucha hipocresia<br />Un día escribió quizá el único libro<br />Que tuvo mucho exito entre todas las mujeres<br />Las mujeres de esos tiempos<br />Si os podeis reir pero una mujer <br />Entonces no podía irse sola a ningún sitio<br />Ni siquiera a la Libreria<br />Lo escribió en primera persona<br />Su novela "Jane Eyre" expresaba muy<br />Pero requete muy bién<br />Lo que tuvieron que vivir<br />Ese libro una expresión una protesta<br />Su protesta personal<br />De lo que tuvo que pasar<br />Pero ojo te cuento<br />Te cuento que esa misma sociedad<br />En el fondo sigue existiendo<br />Ahí está siempre en el fondo<br />Las restricciones ahí estan todavia<br />Yo solo digo lo que he leido<br />No hace falta ser de ése pais<br />Para entender, las restricciones<br />Siguen y persisten a pesar del tiempo transcurrido<br />Una novelista pionera que se atrevió<br />Hablar por la gran mayoria de las mujeres<br />De esos tiempos y todavia sigue hablando<br />Y todavía sigue habiendo.<br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCx4PJD-zpXapofvuvP2jQRAC9dkoeB0jjslopYlWwIB7300RdCT_Z6Oumbe28YbKemf_ERO8311ht3a7NcYJp_0PzzutM2uNUCh-efhj_ittNwAKlBzR6gHT4vstD-3fBuOiInw9SGpeQOCRkCB8ZcN_7t3Ocr-9HL86vBtn5NGzzgoXpK6P34WZAzEc/s640/P1110012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCx4PJD-zpXapofvuvP2jQRAC9dkoeB0jjslopYlWwIB7300RdCT_Z6Oumbe28YbKemf_ERO8311ht3a7NcYJp_0PzzutM2uNUCh-efhj_ittNwAKlBzR6gHT4vstD-3fBuOiInw9SGpeQOCRkCB8ZcN_7t3Ocr-9HL86vBtn5NGzzgoXpK6P34WZAzEc/s320/P1110012.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />self help themeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16640548314592688328noreply@blogger.com0Pamplona, Navarre, Spain42.812526 -1.645774514.502292163821153 -36.8020245 71.122759836178844 33.5104755tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397310352255466358.post-10990417725858528702023-11-28T04:59:00.000-08:002024-02-29T12:29:09.921-08:00Got My Own Back Very Nicely Some Just Don´t Know .......<p> Truly she had not planned it<br />She had not planned it at all<br />Just suddenly thought of it<br />Puttin a whole load of work away<br />She sat in that class<br />It would be her very last one there<br />Most of the work she had done right<br />She had thrown a red herring or two<br />Grinning from ear to ear<br />She hid her face in the book</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMu0Xq96uJj9FKkusJSuezGO912OMVDN0atnq_5oaRADvqZq0iApB3SV0OTlEFBCk2zAi5AM4cdt33c4aqflfyxVUucF3BZoBkiVnlXXpj8e3RCz4MG-WzwfDSYiN5GG-iPiYMOvIHQ87ShpEN4OWYHdziCVxhTYoBL1mgooucBUvsyLfd5kL7K6JyuG4X/s185/P1010010%20(6).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="151" data-original-width="185" height="151" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMu0Xq96uJj9FKkusJSuezGO912OMVDN0atnq_5oaRADvqZq0iApB3SV0OTlEFBCk2zAi5AM4cdt33c4aqflfyxVUucF3BZoBkiVnlXXpj8e3RCz4MG-WzwfDSYiN5GG-iPiYMOvIHQ87ShpEN4OWYHdziCVxhTYoBL1mgooucBUvsyLfd5kL7K6JyuG4X/s1600/P1010010%20(6).JPG" width="185" /></a></div><br /><br />Wait for it I can see it comin she thought<br />Correctin the work was the ever serious perfecionist<br />He had got to the bottom of the page<br />Suddenly she saw "smoke" comin out of his ears<br />An through the top of his head (yed)<br />By this time she was laffin inside so much<br />She concentrated on that page instead<br />He could not keep her after class<br />At last she had got her own back<br />Twas her last day in that place<br />Sad to leave her mates<br />Not sorry to leave him<br />See you later some time never<br />She thought as she flung up her arms in glee<br />Goodbye to those times smudg.......<br />I am not sorry to leave thee.<br /><br />Nuff said unknown to most I can be very mischevious lol an I played the cards with an ace an got my own back very nicely of course lol. Roftl.<br />xxx<br /><br /><br /><br />No lo había planeao<br />No lo teniá pensao así<br />Pero, pero todos esas veces<br />Que nos habias hecho pasar<br />Pasar las canutas<br />Haciendonos contar hasta diez<br />Como si fuesemos unos tontos<br />En fin, tu no tenias fin<br />Tu condenao perfeccionismo<br />Nos tenía fritas ya<br />Sobre todo a las chicas<br />Nos tratabas muy mal<br />Como unas descerebradas<br />Pués te cuento que el último día de clase<br />Hice todo bién menos dos sumas<br />Las hice mal a propósito<br />Le entregué todo y esperé<br />Esperé la reacción<br />No tardaba en llegar<br />Doblado de risa yo<br />Me escondía la cara en el libro<br />No me podías detener para na<br />Era mi último día en esa clase<br />Yippee, le vi la cara roja de ira<br />No estoy bromeando<br />Me miraba directamente<br />Y pensaba la venganza<br />Se sirve en un plato muy frío<br />Asi que ta ta para siempre y hasta nunca gili....<br />Lo disfruté ese momento y muchas veces más<br />Joer tener que aguantar a un pesao<br />Un pesao como ese no lo podeis saber lo que era<br />Hasta luegi Sr. Smudge como puedes ver <br />No te guardo rencor mas que guardo mi sonrisa<br />Mi sonrisa de satisfacción de habertela jugao.xxx<br /><br /><br /><br />.<br /><br /><br /><p></p>self help themeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16640548314592688328noreply@blogger.com0Pamplona, Navarre, Spain42.812526 -1.645774514.502292163821153 -36.8020245 71.122759836178844 33.5104755tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3397310352255466358.post-6044308591080432562023-11-26T12:56:00.000-08:002024-02-29T12:29:40.726-08:00We Are Made Of Strong Stuff..... Yes We Are Indeed.....<p>Sometimes others here think<br />Think that I joke about the times<br />When we were on food rations<br />On food rations for somethings<br />Even though the war had finished<br />For twelve years we had privations<br />Of all kinds<br />But we grew strong<br />We survived all the illness<br />All the illness thrown at us<br />With not very healthy food<br />We got through it roughly an toughly<br />But we made it an came out stronger<br />I still have the memory of going to Post Office<br />With the food stamps rations an all that jargon<br />A lot of people in the same situation<br />With their almost worn out ration food books<br />Anyway in spite of everything<br />We made it an got back on track<br />Us West Midlanders are strong stuff<br />We are made of strong stuff.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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