Yandel VS Mavado (Dramantic Remix)

Texte Français et Gogle translate

LA PHOTO

Pour la photo rapproches-toi,
Main sur le dos, donnes moi le bras.
Dans un sourire fixons la page
Et pas se dire, c’est un passage….

Beau ce cliché il est vivant,
Nos yeux brouillés en disent tant.
On y respire et çà se voit,
Tant de plaisir à être là.

Sur ce bristol tout en couleurs,
Marque l’envol d’un grand bonheur.
Dans ces images si belles en soi
Font un passage qu'on oublie pas,

Et pas du souvenir
En restant au présent,
Sans ne jamais me dire
C’était hier, antan…
Je me tourne au futur
Le regard en av’nir,
Quand l’amour est bien mûr
Il me faut le cueillir.

Je regarde les rêves lointains,
Sans prendre garde on y revient,
Et toute la peine surgit si vite,
Quand les « on s’aime » prennent la fuite.

,Alors dis-moi que cette photo,
Elle restera comme le plus beau.
Qu’encore loin et même vieux
Ce papier peint sera nous deux.

Et pas du souvenir
En restant au présent,
Sans ne jamais me dire
C’était hier, antan…
Je me tourne au futur
Le regard en av’nir,
Quand l’amour est bien mûr
Il me faut le cueillir.

Et pas du souvenir
En restant au présent,
Sans ne jamais me dire
C’était hier, antan…
Je me tourne au futur
Le regard en av’nir,
Quand l’amour est bien mûr
Il me faut le cueillir.

Et pas du souvenir
En restant au présent,
Sans ne jamais me dire
C’était hier, antan…

Et pas du souvenir,,,

THE PHOTO

For the photo come closer,
Hand on your back, give me your arm.
With a smile let's stare at the page
And not to say to oneself, it is a passage….

Beautiful this shot it is alive,
Our blurred eyes say so much.
We breathe there and it shows,
So much fun to be there.

On this colorful bristol,
Marks the flight of great happiness.
In these images so beautiful in themselves
Make a passage that we don't forget,

And no memory
Staying in the present,
Without ever telling me
It was yesterday, yesteryear...
I turn to the future
Looking ahead,
When love is ripe
I have to pick it up.

I look at distant dreams,
Without taking heed we come back to it,
And all the pain arises so quickly,
When the "we love each other" run away.

So tell me that this photo,
She will remain as the most beautiful.
That still far and even old
This wallpaper will be the two of us.

And no memory
Staying in the present,
Without ever telling me
It was yesterday, yesteryear...
I turn to the future
Looking ahead,
When love is ripe
I have to pick it up.

And no memory
Staying in the present,
Without ever telling me
It was yesterday, yesteryear...
I turn to the future
Looking ahead,
When love is ripe
I have to pick it up.

And no memory
Staying in the present,
Without ever telling me
It was yesterday, yesteryear...

And no memory,,,

LA PHOTO (Chanson Française)

sheep_cloud(ひつじ雲)

Old axé

i wrote this one about the simple joy of reading in bed with my partner. i hope you can relate <3

what she reads

All Guitars by Martin Reed,
Bass by Martin Reed & Marcus Swambo.

Theses tracks were recorded in 1997, with Various tape multitrackers.
remember being able to be creative with tape speeds & ip's. legendary days indeed.

Horizans 1997

at the magic pond

Elfentanz

Let's go with a tempo of 192 BPM to represent it's average speed of an amazing 192 body lengths per second

Although the intention is to appreciate the creature for what it is, tiny creatures like this are even more special because they inhabit spacial dimensions we can never truly appreciate. They live in micro machines the game all the time. So cool... 😆

It's nice also to use their imagined perspective for trying to imagine beings that can inhabit additional dimensions to us. Spider mites are so small relative to us it's as if they exist in 2D world. In their 3D world they have mount everest at every turn

Maybe ascension for us as beings lies in evolving to states of being that can access a fifth dimension and as firth dimensional beings we can see our 3 dimensional brothers and sisters trying to think outside the box


Ok back in my box!


Red Spider Mite

A pest we say
Through weed old true to me
Dear spider mite
Just red and bright
You make Schindler's list with system wist
Munching buds and weeds and strawberries
Crunching paths
Minute dimensional glories
We lack perspective for very small
Be sound balloon muse melody troll

Make your mission Anthropoda
Make zinc spark fission
Like human coda
Mites are more like spacial rock
More mighty mites make light as clock
Eurakyotes, resident with mind
Be fine red raid of niche you find
Kind is kind
Blind is blind
Through your eyes no pest sees bind
Zesty like sculpturor of this planet
You carve this rock
Be life like granite

Silky webbing your fortress for troop
Expansion of nice red army like group
fruit sustenance leaves munched for lunch
More red rainbow youth multiplication of bunch
Go be no pest with battle for zest
Be Earth like nest
Big gravitational best

Red Spider Mite (Poem and Notes)

Three ships (Inst.)

朝のジョギング継続中！
Morning jogging continues!

sheep_cloud(ひつじ雲)

kensuke kotori