What they say. That you are on a track where you can no longer go down. That you’re not a member of a popular music group while you thought you were on your way. That would materialize. Of itself. I don’t think so. That will no longer work today. Or, as Charlotte Brontë wrote in ‘Villette’: “Well, my friend still had a very different sound and meaning from mon ami; she didn’t breathe the same degree of intimate daily affection; she certainly couldn’t say mon ami to M Paul, but my friend did, and I did it effortlessly”. (Villette, translation Elisabeth de Roos and C.J. Kelk, editorial Contact 1951, p. 311). Look, that’s a different story. There the meaning and intrinsic load of the word was weighed and chosen as communication, as etiquette, etiquette. Carefully. Also in translation. Unlike the randomly pasted fragments that pass through our screens today. Automatically translated. Each piece of text has a possible value in money, in power. Each word is a possible domain name. Come on. Popgroup. The Dogg family. And sympathy is what we need from my friend. Dresses. Because there is not enough love to turn around. Air balloons. Nena. Genau. Jetzt. Ten years later. Each row and column contains the numbers from 1 to 8. The success rate is around 15 percent. It was in 2015, or maybe in 2017, when this information came to us. It seemed at the time that twelve thousand people in the Netherlands were active for a political party.
Oringinal NL text by stardust371. Automatic translation by Google translate. — illustrative image is a digitalized aquarel collage by stardust Memories mail-aRt NL a.k.a. stardust371.image and text are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
U riep, meester? 