Difference between revisions of "Denva (spil)"

! Grundjin !! Glossa !! Fras

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| I'm a wonderful, beautiful, great individual. Yes, I have made mistakes in the past, but I've changed. I've acknowledged those mistakes and became a better person. And I will make mistakes in the future, but that doesn't mean that I'm not good. My thoughts, emotions, fears, concerns are just as valid as anyone else's.

| {{taina|na pravda, ikebayaa au rupne slucha na samastrelaa. dekiti ka maladjetsti li yamti aputropos ryoohoo made na shkola fu sebyashal, au de na klaar, ine agrovelt eksohyerne, nai yam nil plusvikti, nil minusvikti.<br><br>men raziskat vras hyernedeza ende yam na tak shalergodai na un ka deki bidrahtella gwirliik rvotavil--plus au plus koske he andradjin waruhaa eshkufuri fu taina fun ka festaharenatsa ima made. har napolazma ka yamete un prostaanen kara na kawari sebya inonnena made f'andradjin, tatoeba mit yokufaan naspil-kaspil ka ermahatsati un he au baitsati ka sururyet fun pobliti tak na fu he. li un pokara ermade un, yam grun ende hinadjingsai fantazodai fun na da razshkeksotsa per vona bides vona--un fshtoyena os nai? vi ine tolkadarmna mitryoo, ine hishfuloon na sebya. hataa letstefuwa kuam nai deki tønni vi alplas. tsatain, vona bli plussimpel li mit shiru:<br><br>zeus yamtsa per sebyadua na takdai ka mitryoobenga.<br><br>frautnen, na milu kuhnyena ine torta, spada al impla fu tolkasebya.<br>luledasos, na rupne na mellan fvi, glug al vimivirta ine vonaishke fuvi.<br><br>stakkar he ka uten nungchang.<br>na unapik fu haastekriig, auki spørekran na "naze he vona plusbraa? naze ti plusvikti? naze tak glau sena na un?" auauau. hachaa mono ftedi, koske keer kivena na pitka au djong, bli valatumam kundar bakatrist, tsatainde pofinnenati yingdjin. bidra vi gulag fu kuamfesta kara naruga fu fliireiwai made.<br><br>kumo kara sini made;<br>buurya mare shkekso ende.<br>teer na ohare mena,<br>soldai tatsu! mus vona.}}

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|{{taina|&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Cursed be those without a farm<br><br>Truly, the directions grow,<br>Both confusing and so gross,<br>And---the same. But still, you know,<br>They can both, as fate bestows,<br>Lead you to a school of that<br>Selfful ghost, and then to why<br>In external world, the cat's<br>Cry is less nor more important than... than thine.<br><br>And you try to kill the brain,<br>Who confuses you the most,<br>But you cannot stand the pain<br>Brought by meditation's dose.<br>More and more, as those around<br>Spoil the show, which functions as<br>Your fisage, that mystery's found<br>Ways to sew itself to you... you, as it always has.<br><br>The resolve that you will stop<br>Change by fitting in, avoid<br>Harshness, climbing to the top,<br>In their eyes, a humanoid.<br>Maybe with that fucking game,<br>Game for play,<br>Game for which you that,<br>Game for which you play,<br>Game that you would maybe want<br>To create, to let you claim<br>You may act like them, at last... your soul at bay.<br><br>(Yet, you pulling both the ways<br>Builds a backwards fantasy,<br>Trying to escape life's maze.<br>Will that be sometime reality?)<br><br>With insight (or lack thereof),<br>Feeling life's---so simply---tug,<br>Have the power to selflove<br>From the thanks that is a hug.<br>We are all alone. As one,<br>Standing in the shop of self.<br>And the shop? It sells us fun,<br>Though this softest longing can't... can't lead you to your shelf.<br><br>Berries baking, melody takes<br>Their innate juices, throws<br>Into cake, that song creates<br>More and more, and as it grows,<br>It removes, and takes its place,<br>All the water, doing harm<br>To the rivers of your veins,<br>That you call the history... Yes, cursed be those without a farm.<br><br>As you cross the t's, you think,<br>As you dot the i's, you feel<br>The tsunami crushing, the pink<br>Tragedy, of questions teal:<br>Why do they live better lives?<br>Also, why'd they all agree?<br>Why it makes me happy, eyes<br>Focused on the mirror me...? So focused on the mirror me?<br><br>Only in the future far,<br>Far away, in which your heart<br>Rises high and strong, memoir<br>Of way back when you took part<br>In the battle, when you freed,<br>Finally, yourself, from<br>Longing, and the sadness greed.<br>Towards the victory's bliss, we... we will that song in silence hum:<br><br>Kumo kara sini made;<br>Buurya mare shkekso ende.<br>Teer na ohare mena,<br>Soldai tatsu! Mus vona.}}