hallo mensen…
maar welke?
door alle drukte op facebook etcetera komt het er bijna nooit meer van om op mijn eerste publieke blog nog nieuwtjes toe te voegen.. wat ook niet bevorderlijk is voor het aantal bezoekers alhier, heb betere tijden gekend, dus ik zit me daarover te beraden; of ik stop of ik ga web-log alleen als plaatjesboek gebruiken..
binnen een week of 2/3 ziet u vanzelf de beslissing..
tot later
bart
"ALL OR NOTHING AT ALL"
words by JACK LAWRENCE
music by ARTHUR ALTMAN
All
Or nothing at all!
{Half a love never apealed to me.
If it's love, there is no inbetween.}
{If you heart never could yield to me.
Why begin, then cry for something that might have been.}
{then I'd rather have nothing at all.
No, I'd rather have nothing at all.}
But please don't bring your lips so close to my cheek.
Don't smile or I'll be lost beyond recall.
The kiss in your eyes,
the touch of your hand makes me weak,
And my heart may grow dizzy and fall.
And if I fell under the spell of your call,
I would be caught in the undertow.
So, you see I've got to say no! no!
All or Nothing at all!
voor Vera
Mooi is nooit ongeveer.
Het is dus pijnlijk.
Mooi is precies.
Het is dus moeilijk.
Mooi is niet evenzeer.
Het is dus enig.
Mooi is juist.
Het is dus waar.
Jaques:All the world's a stage,And all the men and women merely players:They have their exits and their entrances;And one man in his time plays many parts,His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.And then the whining school-boy, with his satchelAnd shining morning face, creeping like snailUnwillingly to school. And then the lover,Sighing like furnace, with a woeful balladMade to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,Seeking the bubble reputationEven in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,In fair round belly with good capon lined,With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,Full of wise saws and modern instances;And so he plays his part. The sixth age shiftsInto the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wideFor his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,Turning again toward childish treble, pipesAnd whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,That ends this strange eventful history,Is second childishness and mere oblivion,Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
