Mar. 24th, 2007

scottishlass: (Chica Sleep)
Today Knut went out to the public for the first time and a lot of international press was there, too. And he is now Germany's official mascot and ambassador for more awareness of global warming.


more knutness )
scottishlass: (Chica Sleep)
Today Knut went out to the public for the first time and a lot of international press was there, too. And he is now Germany's official mascot and ambassador for more awareness of global warming.


more knutness )
scottishlass: (Chica Sleep)
Today Knut went out to the public for the first time and a lot of international press was there, too. And he is now Germany's official mascot and ambassador for more awareness of global warming.


more knutness )

Triangle

Mar. 24th, 2007 01:15 pm
scottishlass: (KB woman's work)
I woke up this morning and I had tears in my eyes as I had dreamt of a friend of mine who was KIA in Iraq over a year ago. I still remember I was happy in the dream but I woke up choking up and crying for about ten minutes afterwards.

It has been a gloomy day so far, cloudy, grey and cold, just like last year around the 16th when I heard that Duggan had been killed. His life was very much that of a triangle, influenced by threes. Con, Duggan and me - the terrible terrors, Duggan's cute three little freckles shaping a perfect triangle underneath his left eye of which Con teased him mercilessly about when we were teens. I still remember Con taunting him, saying that the girls find it cuuuutesy and Duggan's voice, high pitched, then breaking as his voice changed when he was 14 yelling that it is not cute. Remembering, these days all seem to be filled up with a golden light, like the one you can find in late summer on the glens and bens in Scotland. That blue summer sky with the hint of grey of an impending rain shower, the sun glistening off the soft browns of the sandstone houses, enfusing everything in this magic golden light. The air with that tangy smell of salt and adventure and freedom. Do children nowadays still experience this running wild? Like we did in the 70's and 80's? Where we spend the whole day rain or shine outside and not locked away in front of the telly? Anyway, today I woke up thinking of Duggan, childhood friend, partner in many crimes, soldier.

And now listening to Triangle I realize for the first time how fitting that song is for him, he genuinely thought of bringing peace to Iraq. Yeesh ...

Triangle (on MU)
From the small room a little away from town
No matter how I concentrate my vision, all that appears are things that can't be seen.

For example, Of someone who is praying out there beneath the wide skies...
For example, Of you hiding in fear...

The shadows of the dead who had aimlessly hoped for a tomorrow are now satisfied,
As they see only destruction in the future of this world, not of Love.

My eyes; Your hands; Our voices;
Each of us is different because of freedom, therefore there is Life.

My skin; Your mother; Our Love;
The miracle that descends with the tiny pallid wishing star

Grandfather, who was a man of few words, had delivered thoughts (values) to Father..
Extending through time...

Continuing the sincere climb along that harsh path...
So that we, who were born later and are still living,

Who do not know of even the slightest suffering,
Could inherit those thoughts, and deliver them through our limited voices...

Heroes from overseas; The young lady caught in war;
Each of them has the same value;
They should be respected; because this is Life.

With an energetic expression, the posture of the shooter,
Aims the gun, not at others but at our own hearts...

Deeply Deeply (into our hearts)...
the injury engraves itself...

My eyes; Your hands; Our voices;
Each of us is different because of freedom, therefore there is Life.

My skin; Your mother; Our Love;
The miracle that descends with the tiny pallid wishing star

Be it the sorrows of big countries; be it the unfulfilled mother;
Each of them has the same value;

They should be respected; because this is Life
With an energetic expression, the posture of the shooter,

Aims the gun, not at others but at our own hearts...
Using that fearful hand of yours.



Kanashimitte itsuka wa kieteshimau mono nano kana?
Dame iki wa sukoshi dake shiroku nokotte sugu kieta
Would sadness ever disappear?
My sighs appeared white in the air and disappeared quickly.

Triangle

Mar. 24th, 2007 01:15 pm
scottishlass: (KB woman's work)
I woke up this morning and I had tears in my eyes as I had dreamt of a friend of mine who was KIA in Iraq over a year ago. I still remember I was happy in the dream but I woke up choking up and crying for about ten minutes afterwards.

It has been a gloomy day so far, cloudy, grey and cold, just like last year around the 16th when I heard that Duggan had been killed. His life was very much that of a triangle, influenced by threes. Con, Duggan and me - the terrible terrors, Duggan's cute three little freckles shaping a perfect triangle underneath his left eye of which Con teased him mercilessly about when we were teens. I still remember Con taunting him, saying that the girls find it cuuuutesy and Duggan's voice, high pitched, then breaking as his voice changed when he was 14 yelling that it is not cute. Remembering, these days all seem to be filled up with a golden light, like the one you can find in late summer on the glens and bens in Scotland. That blue summer sky with the hint of grey of an impending rain shower, the sun glistening off the soft browns of the sandstone houses, enfusing everything in this magic golden light. The air with that tangy smell of salt and adventure and freedom. Do children nowadays still experience this running wild? Like we did in the 70's and 80's? Where we spend the whole day rain or shine outside and not locked away in front of the telly? Anyway, today I woke up thinking of Duggan, childhood friend, partner in many crimes, soldier.

And now listening to Triangle I realize for the first time how fitting that song is for him, he genuinely thought of bringing peace to Iraq. Yeesh ...

Triangle (on MU)
From the small room a little away from town
No matter how I concentrate my vision, all that appears are things that can't be seen.

For example, Of someone who is praying out there beneath the wide skies...
For example, Of you hiding in fear...

The shadows of the dead who had aimlessly hoped for a tomorrow are now satisfied,
As they see only destruction in the future of this world, not of Love.

My eyes; Your hands; Our voices;
Each of us is different because of freedom, therefore there is Life.

My skin; Your mother; Our Love;
The miracle that descends with the tiny pallid wishing star

Grandfather, who was a man of few words, had delivered thoughts (values) to Father..
Extending through time...

Continuing the sincere climb along that harsh path...
So that we, who were born later and are still living,

Who do not know of even the slightest suffering,
Could inherit those thoughts, and deliver them through our limited voices...

Heroes from overseas; The young lady caught in war;
Each of them has the same value;
They should be respected; because this is Life.

With an energetic expression, the posture of the shooter,
Aims the gun, not at others but at our own hearts...

Deeply Deeply (into our hearts)...
the injury engraves itself...

My eyes; Your hands; Our voices;
Each of us is different because of freedom, therefore there is Life.

My skin; Your mother; Our Love;
The miracle that descends with the tiny pallid wishing star

Be it the sorrows of big countries; be it the unfulfilled mother;
Each of them has the same value;

They should be respected; because this is Life
With an energetic expression, the posture of the shooter,

Aims the gun, not at others but at our own hearts...
Using that fearful hand of yours.



Kanashimitte itsuka wa kieteshimau mono nano kana?
Dame iki wa sukoshi dake shiroku nokotte sugu kieta
Would sadness ever disappear?
My sighs appeared white in the air and disappeared quickly.

Triangle

Mar. 24th, 2007 01:15 pm
scottishlass: (Asia Hyde twin)
I woke up this morning and I had tears in my eyes as I had dreamt of a friend of mine who was KIA in Iraq over a year ago. I still remember I was happy in the dream but I woke up choking up and crying for about ten minutes afterwards.

It has been a gloomy day so far, cloudy, grey and cold, just like last year around the 16th when I heard that Duggan had been killed. His life was very much that of a triangle, influenced by threes. Con, Duggan and me - the terrible terrors, Duggan's cute three little freckles shaping a perfect triangle underneath his left eye of which Con teased him mercilessly about when we were teens. I still remember Con taunting him, saying that the girls find it cuuuutesy and Duggan's voice, high pitched, then breaking as his voice changed when he was 14 yelling that it is not cute. Remembering, these days all seem to be filled up with a golden light, like the one you can find in late summer on the glens and bens in Scotland. That blue summer sky with the hint of grey of an impending rain shower, the sun glistening off the soft browns of the sandstone houses, enfusing everything in this magic golden light. The air with that tangy smell of salt and adventure and freedom. Do children nowadays still experience this running wild? Like we did in the 70's and 80's? Where we spend the whole day rain or shine outside and not locked away in front of the telly? Anyway, today I woke up thinking of Duggan, childhood friend, partner in many crimes, soldier.

And now listening to Triangle I realize for the first time how fitting that song is for him, he genuinely thought of bringing peace to Iraq. Yeesh ...

Triangle (on MU)
From the small room a little away from town
No matter how I concentrate my vision, all that appears are things that can't be seen.

For example, Of someone who is praying out there beneath the wide skies...
For example, Of you hiding in fear...

The shadows of the dead who had aimlessly hoped for a tomorrow are now satisfied,
As they see only destruction in the future of this world, not of Love.

My eyes; Your hands; Our voices;
Each of us is different because of freedom, therefore there is Life.

My skin; Your mother; Our Love;
The miracle that descends with the tiny pallid wishing star

Grandfather, who was a man of few words, had delivered thoughts (values) to Father..
Extending through time...

Continuing the sincere climb along that harsh path...
So that we, who were born later and are still living,

Who do not know of even the slightest suffering,
Could inherit those thoughts, and deliver them through our limited voices...

Heroes from overseas; The young lady caught in war;
Each of them has the same value;
They should be respected; because this is Life.

With an energetic expression, the posture of the shooter,
Aims the gun, not at others but at our own hearts...

Deeply Deeply (into our hearts)...
the injury engraves itself...

My eyes; Your hands; Our voices;
Each of us is different because of freedom, therefore there is Life.

My skin; Your mother; Our Love;
The miracle that descends with the tiny pallid wishing star

Be it the sorrows of big countries; be it the unfulfilled mother;
Each of them has the same value;

They should be respected; because this is Life
With an energetic expression, the posture of the shooter,

Aims the gun, not at others but at our own hearts...
Using that fearful hand of yours.



Kanashimitte itsuka wa kieteshimau mono nano kana?
Dame iki wa sukoshi dake shiroku nokotte sugu kieta
Would sadness ever disappear?
My sighs appeared white in the air and disappeared quickly.i

of the moment

Yozora no mukou ni wa mou asu ga matteiru

ano toki kimi ga ushinatta mono wa
yozora no mukou no hoshi ni natta
nurashita hoho wa itsuka kawaite
kitto habatakeru kara

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