IF 2006-03-12 Like knights enamoured Here we stand, on the edge of the mountain of old Armoured with helmets of black carbon, With blades of shiny tacky aluminium To go on our quest beyond the vale Over granite hills Monsters waiting to be challenged. The ambush, the pass, the climb All efforts of the mind ? Many fair maids undoubtedly Will want to hear about our victory Celebrations and congratulations aplenty The drinks will be on me. If I fly. Conquer the castle, or Dive in the dungeon, plummet in the pit Silver dart in the sky to split the apple, or Black arrow doomed to cow-dung landing Spirited decisions, premeditations, prevarications If I fly. Pascal Legrand Visiteurs : 302 Back to home