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liverpoolken wrote:Pete

Very very good...you have sent me to bed laughing aloud and with the that tune spinning round in my head

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFJ3Kaye ... r_embedded#


ta ken

Ken
I shouldn't have adapted that song and you shouldn't have posted the video....it's been spinning around in my head everyday..it's making me dizzy!!!

Pete

If we are on the subject of appropriate songs how about this one .I can spot Pete , Joe and Henning in the group but who are the other two !
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8EqjY9ONfU

Ha Phil, yes I can see Henning Pete and Joe alright.

Pity it is the Bogner meet up in 2039, ( So glad Diane changed the venue to France and the Pyrenees ) or I would have paid their flights to entertain us tomorrow night at the Dublin meet up.

How did you manage to get to the future for that clip? The men have gotten older, their guitars are a lot smaller but they can still climb mountains and make us smile

In a Delorean of course with Micheal J Fox and we were singing Aye Aye Yippee Yippee Aye !! Oh and Patrick MacGoohan was in the back . I know what you are thinking ...Keep taking the tablets . Don't worry I have doubled my dosage since Barmouth !!

As the mist still lingers by the summit's edge and the leaves cling to their summer branches, there is no scar to be seen. Upon the advent of another dark morn, when green has turned to brown and the hill retains the vowed secrecy, so my body leaves behind the promise that no one shall scar the memory of that day.
Upon the advent of each dawn, when you and I never, ever will urge the moments to fade, it is through the windows in the avenues of our minds which will lighten the dark and where the children of our children will come to relate the whispered stories. The children will go their separate ways, like twisted orphans treading arrows with no heads and chasing targets, like shackles and chains made of confounded truths buried in the snow and evaporated in the mist.
We are true to each other and to those we love. It leaves us with no traces of what truly happened. If the pact that was made between you and I is broken then we are forgotten as one and remembered as two. It's lost in the corridors of time and our smuggled embraces will be quarantined like stars in a storm and the moon against the sun.
As our promise catches a falling leaf, then we may rest the pledge for a moment whilst laying trails on the air so that others can follow (or stumble). Your future lies ahead of the steps we took upon that day. My heartbeats lay rhythms of anticipation upon the breasts of those who so wish to believe. My hand in yours leads us to our day, a day when vows are rested upon your smile and within my acceptance.
A locket of hair in my grasp and within my chain preserves the many baying nights, peaked to endure and channelled to enjoy. Without a moon to eclipse our kisses or a star to wish our love then so we will endure the passion that is yours to keep and mine to reminisce.
When one is no more and I have gone and the hill is far away and the mist in our eyes tearfully condenses then true love leaves no traces if you and I are one, it's lost in our embraces like stars against the sun.

Pete, you are a genius !!! Don't know whether to laugh or cry !!!

Judy wrote:Pete, you are a genius !!! Don't know whether to laugh or cry !!!

Leonard is the genius, Judy, because he wrote True Love Leaves no Traces in the first place
I had an idea to write something around the lyrics (literally) and it did start off as a response to the ongoing dialogue about our day on Snowdon but as I was writing it turned out quite different ...a bit of a love story really.
So I've put it in the poetry section under 'Traces of Mist'.
I wasn't sure whether to show, in italics, the lyrics to the song as they appear or whether to let the reader deduce that themselves.
Pete

OK Pete, so you're not the genius but it's lovely the way you have interwoven your words with his.

he IS a genius, he is just modest

You are full of surprises Mr Pete! Did you do all this writing and train-saving before or after you climbed the wrong track up Snowdon in your slippers? I found a pic from Portmeirion of you and Tim carrying palm trees in your rucsacs:
and one with Margaret and Paula:
and Chrisoph down by the wishing well:

I found evidence that Dave was reading the football instead of looking around. Tut!
Dave set me straight about a few things on Snowdon, when I made fun of the fact he was trying to get details of how Liverpool had got on that day (from a combination of ropey mobile contact and asking the people who were ascending as we were descending). Quite right too.

Diane

it looks like Christoph's wish came true.....Henning seems to have suddenly disappeared:-)

ta ken

Awwwwwwwwwww lovely.... more photos. This weekend can never end. We should make a pact that all of us that were in Wales will go to Hennings tour in Munich in 2 years time.

Yes Ken, but here, later, Christoph is regretting how the wishing well didn't work very well:
Here is Sinikka, pretending not to have nicked my hat:
And here are a few of you outside the castle. Do I detect a patio-heater. Horrible inventions, those things:
Tinds I would love to make a pact but I have no idea what I'm doing in two months, let alone two years. I see you had a good time last night in Dublin:-)

You are in this one, Tinds, sitting on the right on a bench with Anne and mambo. Also the Liptrots and Ken are standing talking. Only tiny you all are though. It was when those hovercraft had just come in.
Now that's all my Portmeirion, and I'm definitely all cleaned out of pics now, apart from one last bar one - any idea who can be entertaining these people? - and one last scenery one: