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Post by wolferin on Jun 3, 2013 15:58:47 GMT 2
Happy birthday Claudia and Jonne! Cheers! ;D
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Post by wolferin on Oct 3, 2012 23:42:01 GMT 2
A Hungarian storm. I can't stop listen this song and the whole album of Dalriada! and Niburta!
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Post by wolferin on Oct 3, 2012 23:25:17 GMT 2
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Post by wolferin on Sept 17, 2012 20:57:45 GMT 2
Somehow I prefer to make the stitches myself, than awake your sleeping skills, hahahahaha. If you insist to cut, may start with the garden veggies for salad. And when I finish the embroidery, we can destroy some home made wine, or something stronger for disinfection.
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Post by wolferin on Sept 17, 2012 18:07:00 GMT 2
That's OK, can always teach you to slay a thing or two. ;D Really, with an axe or knife, 'cause with a fire-gun I theoretically can. I thing there'll be a bloody drama with some cut fingers, an ambulance, and a lot of hungry people waiting for the chicken soup, which will be walking alive and healthy in the yard. ;D
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Post by wolferin on Sept 16, 2012 21:18:35 GMT 2
It's good there are many people still leaving in the rural regions in Romania. Here we have fertile land, but the villages get more and more depopulated. People go in the cities to look for work and remain there. For example in my family the grandparents lived in the country, but my parents and most my relatives from that generation moved in cities and towns. It is let say since 1950 the urbanization began to grow more and more and now is strongly prevailing. So I'm born and always lived in the capital, never grow anything, except plants in pots. All the food for me "grows" in the supermarket, with some exceptions like presents for holidays. I don't know how to grow anything and I can't slay nothing, except cockroach or mosquito. ;D
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Post by wolferin on Sept 16, 2012 14:14:44 GMT 2
I saw in FB and then forgot. But as we say, the evil to forget you! So, Happy Birthday and a lot of from everything good you wish for you!
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Post by wolferin on Sept 14, 2012 22:11:54 GMT 2
Wolferin has great taste but when it comes to the Turisas gang I'd go for Jussi instead of Mathias Jussi is also good looking. I was quite sure it must be him He lost a lot of weight in the last one and a half years. Not so much teddy bear anymore but still enough ;D Teddy bear, or not I like Markus a lot! ;D I like Kobi Farhi from Orphaned Land. And Sergei Lazar from Arkona (Masha, excuse me, but I like your husband, muhaha. ;D).
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Post by wolferin on Sept 13, 2012 20:17:46 GMT 2
Joris Boghtdrincker - Heidevolk Fernando Ribeiro - Moonspell Mathias Nygard - Turisas
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Post by wolferin on Aug 28, 2012 20:40:12 GMT 2
^ Well, to make a novel, but after that comes to translate in English for the forum clan. I don't thing to have the vocabulary to write a whole novel right in English.
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Post by wolferin on Aug 28, 2012 11:53:07 GMT 2
It was only during night, with a couple of showers again..enough to cool the soil in some measure. Now it's hot again... Here they give a so-so period with 27-30C, for me is o.k. In the nights is 15-16, which is a very good for sleeping. In Sofia there's a big day-night amplitude almost the whole year, the nights are pleasant in the summer.
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Post by wolferin on Aug 27, 2012 22:34:17 GMT 2
@forest Cat Thank you! I have other klaanish things, but what will happen to them translated/adapted in English and will I be able to do this in a good way - I'm not sure, as they are in rhymes. So I can tell you what is about one very klaanish. It is called "The Forest Clan" and tells about a clan living in the deep woods, away from the civilization. They all day and night drink beer and sing, but they hide the place where they live from the outer world. If somebody get lost in the woods, they accept him/her as their brother/sister, but never give him to leave the camp. If somebody tries to escape they turn him back, all the more that - no one can find his way back without the help of his hosts from the clan. Once a young lad got lost and fail into the camp. They accepted him as a part of the clan, but he was sad for his relatives, friends and the life he was living in the city. To comfort his sadness, he told stories about the world he had lost, as he thought, forever. There was listening the chieftain daughter. She got curious and was longing for the world she had never seen. She thought this world may be better and richer. She was dreaming all night about the buildings of glass and metal, the city shining in lights in the nights and the rushing cars. One night all drank a lot and even her father fell asleep in the early morning. She took the young lad and lead him through the secret ford. When her father understood about the treason, he swung his club around and all the camp disappeared as it never was. He cursed his daughter forever to roam in the wood and never to be able to find her way back to the clan's camp. The girl lived for some time in the city, but began to grieve for her native camp and clan. She went in the wood and began to seek for the clan's camp, but never found it. She understood, that she had betrayed her people and she valued her life no more. May be she is still wandering in the woods, people say, they hear her voice from time to time.
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Post by wolferin on Aug 27, 2012 21:43:44 GMT 2
The heat is away, now is even cold for the season. Tiina, this is coming to you! ;D
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Post by wolferin on Aug 26, 2012 22:41:11 GMT 2
This is a klaanish song, first written in Bulgarian, translated in English with some rhythm, that can be called so-so rhymes. ;D
The wolf
In the darkest forest taking tall One can hear a sinister call This is the wolf – howling Everybody hiding The wood master Shining eyes – run faster
He is the wolf on the wolf’s way the pack him obey He is the wolf on the wolf’s way stray.
The prey is hiding This is the wolf – howling Terrible shadows ahead Rush in silence mad Tempted by bait For blood can’t wait
He is the wolf on the wolf’s way the pack him obey He is the wolf on the wolf’s way stray.
In terror hearts dying This is the wolf – howling Wondering ravage Hunter savage No salvation and run As his rule is on turn
He is the wolf on the wolf’s way the pack him obey He is the wolf on the wolf’s way stray.
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Post by wolferin on Aug 26, 2012 21:59:39 GMT 2
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