The story of Violet

A profound sadness as he drove with a heart that never stopped the pounding trying to emulate the beat if the cracks of cement under his tires. Condemned to agree with Henry Miller, that it would have been better if he had driven a truck then take the condemning need to spill that heart block out of his system.

Gertrude Stein, and others crammed him to the edge wherefore no escape was possiblem

And those niw hidden shades of lost years, fermenting away in some nebulous space where no one cared to go out of fear . Down under, where the female writers would have an inkling of the all encompassing fear that such look back would have caused?

Like George Sand, Virginia Woolf, , Jan Kerouac, the list is long. Even they talk if Elizabeth I being the man behind Shekaspeare

As he looked back thinking about the dramatic unresolveables, his soul instead if his tears dripping unto the little black-white chessboard, that served as a container box fir fallen pueces: but then as soon as that image apoeared, it washed away in a pitiful Grey.

Someone made a reference to it along the vast stretch that so suddenly expanded the boars, and spelled the grey, with some degrees of subtely, instead, as he would at times slip a finger into the wring key, spelled it cray, …As suzanb Langers new key philosophy transformed simple , everyday things into symbolic form, .

I git You, now, he would think of those moments in desperation, and did not want at those times into the firm of another man, a woman really with the voice of a man trying to write as hersekf: Victor Hugo’s daughter. Hmmmm!

Fememrabces if things oast: sutting akine in a barstool, thinking of Violet and how she will be lived, the cadess, the holding on, in spite, and in spite if evefything, abd it was a mixed place no one knew who is whith and John Retch sat next to him, and he told him of Violet and John Ritchy says something right out if numbeds, which looking back made sense.

But it really has litle to do with Violet, only a very confused Michael who got bared out of sitting on a stool and scratching the wet label off bud light.

Maybe the pieces on the chessboard will line up someday, as he whistfully thought in fragments jumping out if the road ahead, and his obsessive clicking on the keyboard wi amount ti at least some recovery of a conscious stream of faded pictures, caught just in time.

Wood violet:

"“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine”

Shakespeare

" mythology

The violet flower was a favorite in ancient Greece and became the symbol of Athens. Scent suggested sex, so the violet was an emblematic flower of Aphrodite and also of her son Priapus, the deity of gardens and generation.[15][16][17]

Iamus was a son of Apollo and the nymph Evadne. He was abandoned by his mother at birth. She left him lying in the Arkadian wilds on a bed of violets where he was fed honey by serpents. Eventually, he was discovered by passing shepherds who named him Iamus after the violet (ion) bed.

The goddess Persephone and her companion Nymphs were gathering rose, crocus, violet, iris, lily and larkspur blooms in a springtime meadow when she was abducted by the god Hades."

Violet in spring.

He comes by and smiles at her.
(He knows that he has to stand by her, now, when her world appears to slide by her)- like a Luciferian symbol, standing up and frothing with desire.

She dances in agony, writhing, as if Salome reincarnated, ; and wish , but vicious tongues of snakes from her head springing .

If he only knew the grip, like a wolverine , the beast gripping the spoils of the aged old reptile.

She knows, that the three apples decided her fate long ago , the judgement :

To Paris goes.

Last stand, last dance, the fates rest. Fata Morgana eschews and spits the seeds unto the fertile ground.

To the Parnassus, where board a ferry to Constantinople.

And now … Count your blessings, as twilight upon the deserted rolling hills smiling down unto below half shaded piazzas: the scene slowly fades into the lit palace, and she stares out , with him staring back one single tear rolling down toward her nose, he beckons back with a rose in his mouth.

Your eternal clasp in breast assures it.

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And she looked at his questioning eyes , why am I here. then , with large expressive ryes, how do you even do the things you do etcetera you should be able to guess im very lonely and satirically, really does not a magnet draw the filaments and scraps of metal
That’s why like an idiot reading letters from underground how do you even conjure it up?

Or, can a peaceful moth help not to be attracted to
a light source?

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The onus on that now, is bringing things down to basics, and within that perspective, thongs are looking like through a looking glass, the mad tea party begins with such appearant contradictions as trying to normalize and seem the same with turning the tree of life upside dawn with the roots beckoning like outstretched arms , pleading, for some manna from heaven. The branches are not getting any golden sun, for the black son creates an illusion, whereas it is only eclipsed by the other side of the moon.

Everything goes underneath, but the fearless, they have to face it, or, develop a likely mask.

Repentance, identity politics.

Loose associated informality.
The Catholic dogma has been protested before, for it’s inconsistencies.

The capitalism is really the basis of man broken up from tribalism : and monarchy is the last attempt to fix it and contain it.

That contention brought in new rebellious hyperbola, call Protestanism the attempt to weasel out of the constrains of conscience.

Politics and religious fervor strange bedfellows, far removed from the slights Jesus must have felt, stinging residual blows stemming from the universalization of brotherhood, yet the myopia of narrow national interest.

The straight and the narrow reverberate through the ages!

I think they caught the culprit.

He is in custody the feds have him. I knew since he was a boy little older then the kid. They were a cute couple in school used to give them rides

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Violet in the morning like the morning dew of her customary smokes and instant coffee. The smokey grey whirls of blackish grey rising up toward the sky.

The everlasting infinity of her evergreen equally matching green eyes

Later he read of this countess, in Magic Mountain facing backward to equally pryying eyes the reason to be there in this mountain above clouds.

The kid:

He is 6 going on 7 , and his dad has been arrested on federal charges for drug trafficking.

Down here at the casino Barona 30 miles from Mexico border, trying to deal with long standing issues, but an infinity of expanding consciousness, as Cantor would define the culmi ati ng set that includes it’s self, now, my only consolation.

But the kid, is becoming a real product of a moral problem, and the focus revolves around him: trying to soften the inclusive edges that makes Cantor’s predeliction a contradiction in terms.

In that vein, must let it go, let all go, within an appearance of tangible reality

His fate now tied to mine, as ‘autisn’, is in fact a handicap between generational gaps.

But more much more about it.

Que Será, Será (Whatever Will Be, Will Be) (Arabic translation)
Artist: Doris Day (Doris Mary Anne Kappelhoff)
Song: Que Será, Será (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)

Que Será, Será (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)

When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother, “What will I be?”
“Will I be pretty, will I be rich?”
Here’s what she said to me.

Que será, será,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que será, será,
What will be, will be.

When I grew up and fell in love.
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead.
“Will we have rainbows, day after day?”
Here’s what my sweetheart said.

Que será, será,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que será, será,
What will be, will be.

Now, I have children of my own.
They ask their mother, “What will I be?”
“Will I be handsome, will I be rich?”
I tell them tenderly.

Que será, será,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que será, será,
What will be, will be.

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كي سيرا, سيرا (ما سيحدث, سيحدث)
عندما كنت بنتا صغيرة فقط
سألت أمّي: “من سأكونه؟”
“هل سأكون جميلة؟ هل سأكون غنيّة؟”
وهذا ما قالته لي:

كي سيرا, سيرا,
ما سيحدث, سيحدث.
ليس المستقبل لنا حتّى نساه.
كي سيرا, سيرا
ما سيحدث, سيحدث.

عندما كنت شابّة, وقعت في الحبّ.
فسألت حبيبي عمّا يوجد أمامنا.
“هل ستكون لنا أقواس قزح, يوم بعد يوم؟”
وهذا ما قاله لي حبيبي:

كي سيرا, سيرا,
ما سيحدث, سيحدث.
ليس المستقبل لنا حتّى نساه.
كي سيرا, سيرا
ما سيحدث, سيحدث.

والآن لي أطفال أيضا.
فسيألون أمّهم: “من سنكونه؟”
“هل سنكون وسماء, هل سنكون أغنياء؟”
فأقول لهم بالحنان:

كي سيرا, سيرا,
ما سيحدث, سيحدث.
ليس المستقبل لنا حتّى نساه.
كي سيرا, سيرا
ما سيحدث, سيحدث

Que Será, Será (Whatever Will Be, Will Be) (Persian translation)

Artist: Doris Day (Doris Mary Anne Kappelhoff)
Song: Que Será, Será (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)

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Que Será, Será (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)
When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother, “What will I be?”
“Will I be pretty, will I be rich?”
Here’s what she said to me.

Que será, será,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que será, será,
What will be, will be.

When I grew up and fell in love.
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead.
“Will we have rainbows, day after day?”
Here’s what my sweetheart said.

Que será, será,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que será, será,
What will be, will be.

Now, I have children of my own.
They ask their mother, “What will I be?”
“Will I be handsome, will I be rich?”
I tell them tenderly.

Que será, será,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que será, será,
What will be, will be.

Que será, será is a popular Spanish phrase.

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آنچه بخواهد بشود میشود
زمانیکه فقط یک دختر بچه بودم
از مادرم پرسیدم “من چه خواهم شد؟”
“من زیبا خواهم شد، من ثروتمند خواهم شد؟”
مادرم اینطور به من جواب داد

که آنچه بخواهد بشود میشود
آنچه قرار است بشود خواهد شد
آینده را نمیتوانیم پیش بینی کنیم
که آنچه بخواهد بشود میشود
آنچه قرار است بشود خواهد شد

وقتی بزرگتر شده و عاشق شدم
از عشقم پرسیدم در آینده چه چیز در انتظار ما است

“ما هر روز رنگین کمان خواهیم داشت (بخت با ما یار خواهد بود)؟”
عشقم اینطور به من جواب داد

که آنچه بخواهد بشود میشود
آنچه قرار است بشود خواهد شد
آینده را نمیتوانیم پیش بینی کنیم
که آنچه بخواهد بشود میشود
آنچه قرار است بشود خواهد شد

اکنون من خودم بچه هایی دارم
آنها از مادرشان می پرسند “من چه خواهم شد؟”
“من خوش تیپ خواهم شد، من ثروتمند خواهم شد؟”
من با مهربانی به آنها می گویم

که آنچه بخواهد بشود میشود
آنچه قرار است بشود خواهد شد
آینده را نمیتوانیم پیش بینی کنیم
که آنچه بخواهد بشود میشود
آنچه قرار است بشود خواهد شد

Translations of “Que Será, Será …”
ArabicTessar
Arabic (other varieties)language_jaegar
ChineseAiHack
Croatiansan79
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FrenchGrampa Wild Willy
GermanAleksa97
Greeksora14
HungarianLariDante
Latinjohannesbjarki
PersianN.F.
PolishBioPub
PolishTessar
Polishmorzel
RomanianGuest
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Russianbarsiscev
5
SerbianVladimir18
SerbianAkvileja
Spanishblacklune
4
Thaitheerasan
Turkishpiliburuk
TurkishAdamR
UkrainianSteve Repa
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Violets paradox.

Unearthly., solved by fiat.

Get a move on get a groove on. Violet. Well get through this, cause an answer has already been suggested.

And she pushed the green button the gyroscope started to revolve and slowly ever so slowly the morning lifted it"s icy breTh, and the kid appeAred brought hand in hand by his aunt.

He made a commitment a soul binding pledge to never give up for him.And he knee by the expression on his face that he understood it in his mind.

He was bound by it. And he knew that not to overcome the evil was not a choice.

He glanced through a vintage copy of "Anatomy of A Murder to seek some relevance, with an architecture of meaning as to poignency to motive. Just a stab in the dark, to seek balance to the developed myopia.

More likely scenario is Jersey K a anski’s Steps , or maybe in Painted Bird.

And the scene is similar in a horrific way.

A guy is having a haircut, and the barber notices his avoidance at glam ING at himself in the mirror AMD asks why.

His retort is that he is all too familiar with what he expects to find in the mirror.

Flashback to the time way before knowing, Violet or anyone really, the kid he was, theh left him inside alone, downstairs sought escape from the lonely alonness, a barbershop downstairs, they put him in a barber’s chairthinking him an abandoned child, he terror strucken, seeing no one just the Grey void.

Much like her greyish cigarette smoke smoke swirling up towards the greyish shades of enigma life would become for him, then lyrically dissipate into the unfathomable vignette sets his life would become.

The kid.

I can not delve into his sweetness, last time I saw him the one Sunday a month court mandated 1 hour that Sunday. I asked me to run with me, raising a half football field him 6 , hie heart beating
, told him we will not run as far next time.

Now, his dad has a hearing to determine that he cam be held for trial.

My heart aches, for I need to see him but the granddad is not returning textsm got to go back to court again sometime next week when receive some documents from the court.

Then will see they day, it could be months.

Going to Big Bear with my oldest son they want me to ski, but it’s been decades and am not up for it. I will write , Adrienne an attorney says she can’t get the results of the preliminary hearing , even if she is of council.

What if, what if, if he wins a plea to go out on bail, he may take the next plane out to Teheran, especially his dad runs a front business consisting of producing passport on a next day’s application.

Oh God, what can the little kid be thinking of as he falls asleep, when previously he went to sleep after hearing a different fairy tale.

What hapoened? If he goes to trial, we may have to go into a witness protection program

Going to Big Bear will help me avoid some stress covering this heartache by continual gambling and drinking. But he hasn’t skied since leaving Minnesota, where it was second nature.

Guardianship, primary or shared is also being weighed.

Oh God, if I could just see him, what relief that could be.

Violet is not aware of these travails, although hos I yearn for her presence nowadays.