Re: Bueno, una nueva...

por Escila Vie 20 Sep - 18:01

HH escribió:'

"Uelcom"!

por Abysso Lun 30 Sep - 22:00

Bienvenida, excelente avatar.

por **doonga** Lun 30 Sep - 22:04

Abysso escribió:Bienvenida, excelente avatar.

Pero qué notición. Bienvenido de vuelta, Abysso. "que la paz sea contigo", ja ja......, o en otras palabras, ojalá traigas la paz....

por Porsituquieressaber Lun 30 Sep - 22:21

¡Coño!

¡Abysso!

Desertor, fugitivo, prófugo, infiel, cateto, hipotenuso, bisectrizo.

por Escila Lun 30 Sep - 23:05

Abysso escribió:Bienvenida, excelente avatar.

Es que soy bastante bruja... :Guiñiito:

por **Tomb** Lun 30 Sep - 23:08

Escila escribió:
Abysso escribió:Bienvenida, excelente avatar.

Es que soy bastante bruja...

Pues estás en el sitio perfecto, ya tú sabes. Haloguiiin

por **doonga** Lun 30 Sep - 23:13

Tomb escribió:
Escila escribió:

Es que soy bastante bruja...

Pues estás en el sitio perfecto, ya tú sabes.

Bueno, una nueva... - Página 2 2296778-hanging-garlic

por **Tomb** Lun 30 Sep - 23:14

por Escila Mar 1 Oct - 1:01

Soy bruja buena.

(Mientras no me busquen...) sisi

por Abysso Mar 1 Oct - 3:43

Te dedico un fragmento de un texto que hice para una revista europea:

In labyrinthine discourses we stray,
Where lexicons twist in a curious ballet.
In semantic quagmires, we languish and reel,
As syllables dance, thwarting our appeal.

With verbiage arcane, our thoughts coalesce,
A tapestry woven from language’s finesse.
Ambiguous utterances, cloaked in a veil,
Like worms of meaning that flicker and trail.

Each phrase a chimera, elusive and sly,
In the chambers of reason where notions comply.
We joust with the lexemes, in dialectic strife,
As the trauma of sense dance, evading our life.

Perplexed by the syntax, we ponder and muse,
While meanings dissolve in the fog of our views.
In this verbal morass, we’re ensnared by the tongue,
As the oracles beckon of songs yet unsung.

So let us embrace this exquisite conundrum,
In the tapestry of words, where the mind is a drum.
For in being adrift, we may stumble on grace,
And find that the journey’s the ultimate place.

Each phrase a chimera, elusive and sly,
In the chambers of reason where notions comply.
We joust with the lexemes, in dialectic strife,
As the trama of sense dance, evading our life.

In wierd fairies, ideas cross paths,
Where fragments of thought chart routes that amass.
In the folds of discourse, we twist and we weave,
As meaning erupts in the spaces we leave.

Kaleidoscopic spins like a tempest in play,
Chasing bubbles of clarity that drift away.
Each word a mosaic, intricate and keen,
In the labyrinth of reason, where points convene.
...
Confounded by puzzles, we move and we turn,
While concepts dissolve in the madness as they burn.
So let us celebrate this game of riddles,
In the web of ideas, where the blood finds its middles.

por Escila Mar 1 Oct - 3:54

Abysso escribió:Te dedico un fragmento de un texto que hice para una revista europea:

In labyrinthine discourses we stray,
Where lexicons twist in a curious ballet.
In semantic quagmires, we languish and reel,
As syllables dance, thwarting our appeal.

With verbiage arcane, our thoughts coalesce,
A tapestry woven from language’s finesse.
Ambiguous utterances, cloaked in a veil,
Like worms of meaning that flicker and trail.

Each phrase a chimera, elusive and sly,
In the chambers of reason where notions comply.
We joust with the lexemes, in dialectic strife,
As the trauma of sense dance, evading our life.

Perplexed by the syntax, we ponder and muse,
While meanings dissolve in the fog of our views.
In this verbal morass, we’re ensnared by the tongue,
As the oracles beckon of songs yet unsung.

So let us embrace this exquisite conundrum,
In the tapestry of words, where the mind is a drum.
For in being adrift, we may stumble on grace,
And find that the journey’s the ultimate place.

Each phrase a chimera, elusive and sly,
In the chambers of reason where notions comply.
We joust with the lexemes, in dialectic strife,
As the trama of sense dance, evading our life.

In wierd fairies, ideas cross paths,
Where fragments of thought chart routes that amass.
In the folds of discourse, we twist and we weave,
As meaning erupts in the spaces we leave.

Kaleidoscopic spins like a tempest in play,
Chasing bubbles of clarity that drift away.
Each word a mosaic, intricate and keen,
In the labyrinth of reason, where points convene.
...
Confounded by puzzles, we move and we turn,
While concepts dissolve in the madness as they burn.
So let us celebrate this game of riddles,
In the web of ideas, where the blood finds its middles.

Bueno, es un tema.
¿Somos creadores de lenguas, o las lenguas terminan formándonos?
...por qué los griegos tiene una lengua sutil que se presta a la filosofía?
...y los romanos un idioma conciso tan afín al derecho?
Y el inglés es una lengua que respira practicidad.
Mientras el italiano es el numen de la ópera.
La lengua es algo más que una herramienta, es nuestra alma al descubierto.

por Abysso Mar 1 Oct - 4:12

...Somos hablados por ella, no nos permite siquiera usarla como queramos; sus reglas moldean nuestra expresión.
X_DIOS

por Violetta Jue 10 Oct - 5:40

Volvió el abyssilloooo!!!! huhuuugme