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[blaise pascal]

But today, no one loves the new, post-debt-crisis Greeks.

Stop sulking because Cyprus will soon save your sorry and unworthy arses... but there's gonna be a lot of anal for old time's sake.

thanks for your upbeat contribution

[Capt J Sparrow]

‘The race of the Greeks was born when the world was born;
No one has ever been able to root it up.
God shelters it from the heights: it cannot die.
Not till the whole world ends will the Greek race vanish!

‘You may kill us till our blood becomes a torrent,
You may make the world a slaughterhouse for Greeks,
But when an ancient poplar is cut down
Three hundred offshoots sprout and grow around it.
The ploughshare thinks it eats the earth it cuts,
But is itself destroyed and eaten up.’

Really cool poem btw.

Here is another one I like.

I’ll take an uphill road
I’ll take the paths
To find the stairs
That lead to freedom

I'll leave brothers, sisters
My mother, my father
In the valleys beyond
And the mountainsides

Searching for freedom
I'll have as company
The white snow
Mountains and torrents

Even if it's winter now
The summer will come
Bringing Freedom
To cities and villages

I’ll take an uphill road
I’ll take the paths
To find the stairs
That lead to freedom

I'll climb the stairs
I'll enter a palace
I know it will be an illusion
I know it won't be real

I'll wonder in the palace
Until I find the throne
Only a queen
Sitting on it

Beautiful daughter, I will say,
Open your wings
And take me in your embrace
That's all I ask…’

Where have you gone? Come back you! We have an uphill road we need to take together.

Don't worry about Get Real! He better watch out because when I Hoist the Colors, he will be in lots of trouble!

[Capt J Sparrow]

But today, no one loves the new, post-debt-crisis Greeks.

Stop sulking because Cyprus will soon save your sorry and unworthy arses... but there's gonna be a lot of anal for old time's sake.

En Guard!

[kurupetos]

that's it! Dissapointed Frenchy?

I am; I was beginning to enjoy and marvel at your creativity. I hope for the hour when your fury is spent.

what fury?

I am just honest. The truth is out there, you are just too blind to see it.

Do you want a glass of Rum, Rum?

Vardostogolosou pushdoui.

[Capt J Sparrow]

‘The race of the Greeks was born when the world was born;
No one has ever been able to root it up.
God shelters it from the heights: it cannot die.
Not till the whole world ends will the Greek race vanish!

‘You may kill us till our blood becomes a torrent,
You may make the world a slaughterhouse for Greeks,
But when an ancient poplar is cut down
Three hundred offshoots sprout and grow around it.
The ploughshare thinks it eats the earth it cuts,
But is itself destroyed and eaten up.’

Really cool poem btw.

Here is another one I like.

I’ll take an uphill road
I’ll take the paths
To find the stairs
That lead to freedom

I'll leave brothers, sisters
My mother, my father
In the valleys beyond
And the mountainsides

Searching for freedom
I'll have as company
The white snow
Mountains and torrents

Even if it's winter now
The summer will come
Bringing Freedom
To cities and villages

I’ll take an uphill road
I’ll take the paths
To find the stairs
That lead to freedom

I'll climb the stairs
I'll enter a palace
I know it will be an illusion
I know it won't be real

I'll wonder in the palace
Until I find the throne
Only a queen
Sitting on it

Beautiful daughter, I will say,
Open your wings
And take me in your embrace
That's all I ask…’

Where have you gone? Come back you! We have an uphill road we need to take together.

Don't worry about Get Real! He better watch out because when I Hoist the Colors, he will be in lots of trouble!

The original Greek version is better.

Θα πάρω μιαν ανηφοριά θα πάρω μονοπάτια
να βρω τα σκαλοπάτια που παν στη Λευτεριά.
Θ΄ αφήσω αδέλφια συγγενείς, τη μάνα, τον πατέρα
μεσ΄ τα λαγκάδια πέρα και στις βουνοπλαγιές.
Ψάχνοντας για τη Λευτεριά θα ΄χω παρέα μόνη
κατάλευκο το χιόνι, βουνά και ρεματιές.
Τώρα κι αν είναι χειμωνιά, θα ΄ρθει το καλοκαίρι
Τη Λευτεριά να φέρει σε πόλεις και χωριά.
Θα πάρω μιαν ανηφοριά θα πάρω μονοπάτια
να βρω τα σκαλοπάτια που παν στη Λευτεριά.
Τα σκαλοπάτια θ΄ ανεβώ, θα μπω σ΄ ενα παλάτι,
το ξέρω θαν απάτη, δεν θαν αληθινό.
Μεσ΄ το παλάτι θα γυρνώ ώσπου να βρω τον θρόνο,
βασίλισσα μια μόνο να κάθεται σ΄ αυτό.
Κόρη πανώρια θα της πω, άνοιξε τα φτερά σου
και πάρε με κοντά σου, μονάχα αυτό ζητώ.

[Capt J Sparrow]

I like this one blaise pascal - there will be more to come!!!

The well of death came calling,
and all but one plunged deep,
the nights long and weary,
now ended with years of sleep.

He opened his eyes, the light was blinding,
he looked around, on a world unchanged.

He stood up tall, and the shadow behind him,
felt small, defeated, and a little ashamed.

The walk was long, he walked along,
the hands that tied him, he proved them wrong.

Once love united his creeds and deeds,
now a path of glory, lay free from weeds,
he ran to the light,
he ran all days, he ran all nights.

They spoke his name for ages to come,
he heard them then, he heard each one,
this time he knew he will not fail,
they lost him once, he always won.

His name was echoed in his fate,
They chose to call him …
Alexander the Great.

[Capt J Sparrow]

Couldn't resist this one either - to be placed in this immortal thread.

FAIR by thy speed, Sidonian ship!
Thine oars, familiar to the oarsman's grip,
Fall fast, and make the surges bound,
And lead along the dolphin train,
While all around
The winds forego to vex the main,
And the mariners hear
The sea-king's daughter calling clear,
"Now, sails to the breeze, fling out, fling out,
Now pull, strong arms, to the cheering shout;
Speed royal Helen, away and away,
To Argos home, to the royal bay."

What sacred hour, what festal tide
Shall bring fair Helen to Eurotas' side?
Say, shall the Spartan maidens dance
Before Leucippis then? Or meet
That day perchance
At Pallas' gate? Or shall they greet
Thee, lost so long,
With lost Hyacinthus' nightly song,
How Phoebus slew him with quoit far-flown,
And yearly the maidens with mourning atone?
There is one of them, Helen, one fair of the fair,
Who will not be wife till her mother be there!

O for wings to fly
Where the flocks of fowl together
Quit the Afric sky,
Late their refuge from the wintry weather!
All the way with solemn sound
Rings the leader's clarion cry
O'er dewless deserts and glad harvest ground.
We would bid them, as they go,
Neck by neck against the cloud
Racing nightly 'neath the stars,
When Eurotas rolls below,
Light and leave a message loud,
How princely Menelaus, proud
With conquest, cometh from the Dardan wars.

Come, eternal Pair,
Come, Twin Brethren, from your heaven ascended;
Down the steep of air
Drive, by many a starry glance attended!
'Mid the waters white and blue,
'Mid the rolling waves be there,
And brotherly bring safe your sister through.
Airs from heaven, serene and pure,
Breathe upon her; bless and speed;
Breathe away her cruel shame!
Never he did Paris lure,
Never won her (as they rede)
Of Aphrodite for his meed,
Nor thither led, where never yet she came!