En Vidant Mon Sac… (Français, original) Thomas J Hally Depuis mon enfance, ma renaissance personnelle a été la paix d´âme et la passion pour l’amour Elles me maintiennent pleine de vie et laissent mon esprit respirer librement Je me suis permis de voler et jouer Vraiment c’est la félicité d’étant sans douleur et hors des limites du mon psychisme Je suis heureux comme si ici en ce moment car j’ai le courage d’aimer et de détester ce que je dois aimer et détester —C’est un privilège d’être humain ! Ecoute s’il te plait, je veux continuer avec les aspects plus positifs de ma pauvre existence ; mon expérience : Heureusement j’aime moi-même ; Egalement j’adore les belles et gentilles femmes Je déteste les foules aveugles qui font des commérages C’est comme si elles étaient parfaites ; uniques. Il n’y’ a personne parfaite ! J’ai essaie de voir la mise en scène pendant que je pense de parler et d’écrire De temps en temps c’est nécessaire de mettre une métamorphose d’une métaphore de grande ampleur ou des humoristiques oxymorons dedans les lignes pour donner plus de la nouvelle vie et de la complexité à ma aigre-douce œuvre Inévitablement je mets en pièces tout je viens d’écrire. En suite je commence encore une fois à rechercher, enquêter et lire. Desfogándome… (Español) Thomas J Hally Desde que era muy joven, mi renacimiento personal ha sido la paz del alma y la pasión del amor Ellas me mantienen lleno de vida y dejanmi espíritu respirar libre; y me permito volar y jugar. En verdad ésta si es la felicidad, estando sin dolor y estando más allá de los límites del odio; del amor y de la psiquis Yo estoy feliz siendo como soy donde estoy en este momento porque tengo el coraje de amar, ser amado y odiar — ¡Éste es un derecho y privilegio de ser humano! Escucha por favor, quiero continuar haciendo mis comentarios acerca de algunos aspectos más positivos de mi pobre existencia: Felizmente, amo a mi mismo igual que adoro a las bellas y gentiles mujeres Aborrezco a la muchedumbre ciega, tan chismosa. Es como si fueran perfectos; únicos. ¡Nadie es perfecto…! Trato de ver, experimentar y entender todo en mi alrededor y, a veces, es necesario insertar una metamorfosis de una metáfora de gran magnitud o un oxímoron humorístico dentro de las líneas para darle nueva vida a mi agridulce obra Inevitablemente la hago añicos después y le echo ganas de nuevo, escribiendo todo lo que acabo de destruir; continúo buscando, averiguando y leyendo. Desafogando-me… (Português) Thomas J Hally Desde que era muito jovem, meu renascimento tem sido a paz da alma e a paixão do amor Eles mantêm-me cheio de vida e deixam o meu espírito respirar livre; Eu permito-me voar e jogar Na verdade esta é a felicidade, estando sem dor e longe dos limites do amor vão e dos limites mesmos da psique Eu estou feliz sendo como sou onde estou neste momento porque tenho a coragem de amar e de odiar o que devo amar e odiar—Este é um direito e privilégio de ser humano! Escute, por favor, quero continuar fazendo os meus comentários sobre alguns dos aspectos mais positivos da minha pobre existência: Amo a mim mesmoigual que adoro as belas e gentis mulheres Detesto a multidão cega, tao fofoqueira. É como se eles fossem perfeitos; únicos Nenhuma pessoa é perfeita! Tento ver, experimentar e compreender tudo o que fica ao meu redor; e é preciso inserir uma metamorfose de grande magnitude ou uma oxímora humorística dento das linhas para dar nova vida a minha obra agridoce Inevitavelmente, a faço um caco depois e logo depois reescrevo tudo o que fiz em pedaços, procurando, pesquisando e lendo. Letting Off Steam... Thomas J Hally My earliest memories of seasonal rebirth have coincided with a blissful and soulful peace and a passion for love These blessings replenish my life and let my spirit breathe freely; and I let myself fly nonsensically. I am happy being who I am where I am because I really know who I am and I have the courage to love, be loved and to love and hate that which my soul rightly loves and hates — this is human being’s privilege! Listen please: I want to continue commenting about some of the more positive aspects of my rather pitiful existence: Happily, I love myself as much as I love those beautiful and gentle women that surround me. I despise gossips that blindly repeat what others say; damaging. It is as if they themselves were perfect; unique No one is perfect...! I try to see, experience and understand everything that surrounds me, and, at times it is necessary to insert an ever-expanding metamorphosis of a metaphor or a humorous oxymoron into the entrails of my always bittersweet travail in order to bring it fully back to life Inevitably, I later tear my work to shreds only to rewrite all that which I have annihilated; searching, researching and reading. This is real crazy world— so that’s life!
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25 Renaissance Thomas Hally I looked at myself with the detective’s wary eye I scrutinized, analyzed, synthesized and hypothesized my plusses and minuses and empathized with the prospect of being a hale and hearty youth of 25 I took a chance—I did not nix it; but, somehow, I just could not mix it. And I was not enlightened until I turned 6 months over 12 in 1 year; right-smack-dab in the middle of the diabolically confusing age of 66 An easy transformation when I gave it a try 25, yes, 1 more time— ‘yep, real sexy, smart and spry...! Looking better after this radical change I felt so happy, yet so very strange… I peered into my chronoretrovisor while measuring my time; I slid back then lunged forward, feeling quite bright, quite happy, quite healthy, rather shallow and, yes, even sublime I rubbed elbows with Mid-21st Century’s successes, wannabes, has-beens, messes whores and slime Weeks slid by, self-compacting into “bytes” of 4 x 7; then 12 1 year has passed It did not long last No longer mine, no longer... 2011 is no more...! Time is up; the game is over Neither 25 nor 66, nor one bit bolder I’m just 1 year older a “youngster” no longer; just an aging soldier... My smile now points south at the corners of my mouth, frozen and sad while pale, aging skin has started to sag A once great profile now looks bad: a worn out punching bag A Renaissance short-lived Hard lessons learned, I will survive My freedom “to be” almost taken from me; yet I have earned my niche in the hive I’m really quite lucky to just be alive.
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