Mediaeval Virelais (Love Songs)
Medeltidens Musik
Love song XIIIth-XIVth century
Chanson d'amour du moyen รขge
I) E, Dame Jolie (E, Lovely Lady)
II) Douce Dame Jolie (Sweet, Lovely Lady)
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
The Beauty o' Olde English
Scripted by David at 2:38 AM 0 L'envoy 'n Gratitude
Monday, October 11, 2010
Peace and silence
Heart is so cold... frozen... Mingle not... mind of recluse... adapt'd to the peaceful and quiet place... few people around... How I wish to walke the woods so wylde... How I wish't be fore eternity... but it'll not... Peace an' silence shall by m'heart...
Scripted by David at 8:26 PM 1 L'envoy 'n Gratitude
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Coincidence or conspiracy?
There's a big coincidence after the occurrences of three major earthquakes on our Earth.
May (5) 12th Szechuan
Jan (1) 12th Haiti
Feb (2) 27th Chile
Read horizontally as 512 112 227
Read vertically as 512 112 227
Legend says this coincidence may indicate death or doomsday...
Coincidence or conspiracy? You'll be the judge!
Scripted by David at 2:01 PM 1 L'envoy 'n Gratitude
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Touch of Poignancy
His heart is so dead dear, from his ears, the words so hurtful that he hears...
None can mend his wounds, he wishes the hope to come, else he has to be a recluse.
Empty feeling, the future deeds by human are hard to be anticipated, he admits it.
The ending is the same, regardless, it is destined, needless to strive for it, he gave up, he is left alone...
The tears flow like river, it won't stop, even though the eyes aren't teary, but the heart cries...
Same goes with the hardy mouth, says no, but the soft heart says yes.
"Love-me-yes, abandon-me-not", those are the cliche to convince the loved ones.
How time changes, so does the people, those words seemed like a delusion of foolishness.
How can I believe a promise that can't be broken?
None can mend his wounds, he wishes the hope to come, else he has to be a recluse.
Empty feeling, the future deeds by human are hard to be anticipated, he admits it.
The ending is the same, regardless, it is destined, needless to strive for it, he gave up, he is left alone...
The tears flow like river, it won't stop, even though the eyes aren't teary, but the heart cries...
Same goes with the hardy mouth, says no, but the soft heart says yes.
"Love-me-yes, abandon-me-not", those are the cliche to convince the loved ones.
How time changes, so does the people, those words seemed like a delusion of foolishness.
How can I believe a promise that can't be broken?
Scripted by David at 12:31 AM 3 L'envoy 'n Gratitude
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