this one was disturbing
http://nbadraft.net/profiles/tamarslay.htm
wtf
YAY
ok I think that's enough
I searched my name on google, and I found interesting things
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gadoo
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I searched my name on google, and I found interesting things
http://www.esec-miranda-douro.rcts.pt/t ... /tamar.htm
this one was disturbing
http://nbadraft.net/profiles/tamarslay.htm
wtf
YAY
ok I think that's enough
this one was disturbing
http://nbadraft.net/profiles/tamarslay.htm
wtf
YAY
ok I think that's enough
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gadoo
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some more self indulgence
GO ME!Hovaness Toumanian wrote:2. Legend : Akhtamar
Every night , some stranger ,
In the dark , without boat
Makes his way to a small island
In the middle of lake Van .
He makes his way boldly
Through the heavy waves .
Directed by the strong and bright
Shine of the remote light .
Night by night the faraway light
Radiates promise and love .
Night by night , hidden in the dark ,
Tamar is waiting for her beloved .
The delight that awairs him
Helps the lover fight the heavy waves .
Seeing his Tamar wrapped in passion
Waiting for him in the dark .
It is worth all the waiting
When they thrown themselves
In each other's arms ,
Feeling like angels in heaven .
Yet tomorrow will come ,
And again the light will signal promise .
Everything will be the same :
The love , the delight , and the dark .
But the secret love was soon revealed
By some jealous enemies .
They put down the light ,
And the lower lost his way .
All frustrated were his hopes ,
To see the familiar light in the dark .
Pulling all his strength together ,
In vain he tried to find his way .
As the sun broke though the dawn ,
The water brought a dead body ashore .
On his face a frozen grimace ,
"Akh , Tamar ! " the dead lips said .
Many years have passed since then .
Still the island keeps its spell .
Gloomily , it raises over the water ,
And is called Akhtamar .
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gadoo
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I found a more english friendly version
Akhtamar
Hovhannes Toumanian
Into the moonlit waters of the sea of Van,
From the shores of a tiny hamlet,
Enters the water as thief in the night,
Each and every night a lad.
He enters the water without a boat,
With arms powerful and virile,
Parting the water he swims on,
Towards the island on the opposite shore.
From the dark island, clear and bright
A beaming light beckons him on,
A powerful beacon just for him,
To help guide him on his path.
The fair Tamar every night,
Prepares a fire on that isle,
And she awaits him impatiently,
In the dark bushes nearby.
The untame water crashes and roars,
And the lad's heart crashes along,
The water howls in frightful screams,
And fight it does menacingly.
Now Tamar, with her heart pounding,
Finally hears the sounds nearby,
The splashing of water and with all her being,
She's ablaze with love severe.
Silence, along the dark shore,
Stands a lone shadowy figure,
Alas! It's he, they find each other,
On this mysterious quiet night.
Only the waves of the sea of Van,
Now gently caress its shores,
Subsiding as they retreat,
Murmuring unintelligibly.
You may say they're whispering
And the stars arched above,
Glance down and slander away,
At impudent, shameless Tamar...
Their gaze disturbs the maiden's heart,
It's time to part...and once again,
One enters the turbulent sea,
Whilst the other prays on its shore...
Who might that daring young man be?
Intoxicated with his love,
His heart void of dread or fear,
He crosses the sea by night?
He swims from the opposite shore,
And our Tamar he does kiss,
Snatching a girl from our own hands,
What does he take us for?
Thus they spoke in bitter pain,
The young men of this island,
And Tamar's hand-lit light,
They extinguished this one night.
Bewildered in the darkened sea,
The swimmer lad, her beloved,
And the wind lifts and it carries,
His merciful sighs, "Ah! Tamar!"
His voice is near, in the deafening darkness,
Wedged between the jagged rocks,
Where the untamed water roars,
At times muffled and at times lost,
And at times feebly heard, "Ah! Tamar!"
At dawn the calm water floats in,
Upon the shore it leaves a corpse,
On his stiffened and frozen lips,
Perhaps you'd say at time of death,
Frozen were two words, "Ah! Tamar!"
For this reason since that day,
The island was named "AKHTAMAR."
Akhtamar
Hovhannes Toumanian
Into the moonlit waters of the sea of Van,
From the shores of a tiny hamlet,
Enters the water as thief in the night,
Each and every night a lad.
He enters the water without a boat,
With arms powerful and virile,
Parting the water he swims on,
Towards the island on the opposite shore.
From the dark island, clear and bright
A beaming light beckons him on,
A powerful beacon just for him,
To help guide him on his path.
The fair Tamar every night,
Prepares a fire on that isle,
And she awaits him impatiently,
In the dark bushes nearby.
The untame water crashes and roars,
And the lad's heart crashes along,
The water howls in frightful screams,
And fight it does menacingly.
Now Tamar, with her heart pounding,
Finally hears the sounds nearby,
The splashing of water and with all her being,
She's ablaze with love severe.
Silence, along the dark shore,
Stands a lone shadowy figure,
Alas! It's he, they find each other,
On this mysterious quiet night.
Only the waves of the sea of Van,
Now gently caress its shores,
Subsiding as they retreat,
Murmuring unintelligibly.
You may say they're whispering
And the stars arched above,
Glance down and slander away,
At impudent, shameless Tamar...
Their gaze disturbs the maiden's heart,
It's time to part...and once again,
One enters the turbulent sea,
Whilst the other prays on its shore...
Who might that daring young man be?
Intoxicated with his love,
His heart void of dread or fear,
He crosses the sea by night?
He swims from the opposite shore,
And our Tamar he does kiss,
Snatching a girl from our own hands,
What does he take us for?
Thus they spoke in bitter pain,
The young men of this island,
And Tamar's hand-lit light,
They extinguished this one night.
Bewildered in the darkened sea,
The swimmer lad, her beloved,
And the wind lifts and it carries,
His merciful sighs, "Ah! Tamar!"
His voice is near, in the deafening darkness,
Wedged between the jagged rocks,
Where the untamed water roars,
At times muffled and at times lost,
And at times feebly heard, "Ah! Tamar!"
At dawn the calm water floats in,
Upon the shore it leaves a corpse,
On his stiffened and frozen lips,
Perhaps you'd say at time of death,
Frozen were two words, "Ah! Tamar!"
For this reason since that day,
The island was named "AKHTAMAR."
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Otohiko
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hehe, I remember I randomly posted that in a thread a month ago or sofyrtenheimer wrote:I'm going to copy you and do this as well , gadoo. Under, fyrt there's:
Apparently 'Fyrt' is the name of some land mark or something, I don't know. The pages were in another language I couldn't read.
It's a castle somewhere in Sweden, it seems....
The Birds are using humanity in order to throw something terrifying at this green pig. And then what happens to us all later, that’s simply not important to them…