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AnnaMayZing
3 days ago
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Quote by Rebellious_Soul
We used to...


We did... I would love to again.

I would also be more than happy to chat with Entangled_Fate even if our fate didn't tangle!
I like many bands and musicians but currently I absolutely love Nightwish and wish I had discovered them years ago.
Their music is a blend of loud heavy music and classical type music with influences from other genres such as folk.
In short, my favourite kind. Loud... very loud but melodic.

What is your most cherished memory?
Those of you who know me will know of my love of history and fantasy.
So, which REAL person do you most admire and why.
It doesn't matter from how long ago or whether they are alive or dead, just write a name and a brief resume.

I will begin with Captain William Bligh of HMS Bounty.

Although very strict he commanded his men in a way that he saw as fair and reasonable.
Even though he finally lost his ship he managed to navigate an open boat some 3000 miles and saved the lives of most of those who remained loyal to him.



Also by me. (© 2016 The Author) Leeds, West Yorkshire, England.

Hi Adriana. Thank you.
Quote by LarryFNigh
Quote by AnnaMayZing
"I take a bottle of wine and I go drink it among the flowers.
We are allways three ... counting my shadow and my friend the shimmering moon
Happily the moon knows nothing of drinking, and my shadow is never thirsty
When I sing, the moon listens to me in silence. When I dance, my shadow dances too.
After all festivities the guests must depart. This sadness I do not know.
When I go home, the moon goes with me and my shadow follows me"


I really like this quote. It's ingenious.


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Li_Bai

A cup of wine, under the flowering trees;
I drink alone, for no friend is near.
Raising my cup I beckon the bright moon,
For he, with my shadow, will make three men.

The moon, alas, is no drinker of wine;
Listless, my shadow creeps about at my side.
Yet with the moon as friend and the shadow as slave
I must make merry before the Spring is spent.

To the songs I sing the moon flickers her beams;
In the dance I weave my shadow tangles and break.
While we were sober, three shared the fun;
Now we are drunk, each goes his way.
May we long share our odd, inanimate feast,
And meet at last on the Cloudy River of the sky.

(Note: the "Cloudy River of the sky" refers to the Milky Way)