Bromford and Monster - Part 2

 

»Well, that dude really looks like a resident of Sesame Street.
And what about you, Bromford? Young Indiana Jones without his hat and whip?«

»Indiana who? Blue, this monster is blue.
Blue is the colour of the American Democrats.
Indiana is red. Indiana voted for another kind of monster.«

»You mean the orange monster, dude?
The one the majority of the United States of Part of America voted for?«

I am sighing and nodding and sipping from my bowl of hot chocolate
in fornt of the crackling fire in the fireplace on the tv screen.

»It is like it is«, I say, »we will have to wait and see.«

And the llama tries to spit out the digital fire.

»Stop it! That's gross.«

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Today is Wednesday, the 20th of November 2024.

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 323 & Part 324

Today is Monday, the 18th of November 2024.

Eighteen flamingos, crowed the parrot. I see and count eighteen.

What an intelligent bird you are, parrot, said the flamingo standing on one leg

and enjoyed another shrimp cocktail. And tell me, 'cause I can't remember,

Are we flamingos herons?

 

You are no heroes, that's for sure, answered the parrot.

And the whole flock of flamingos set off as one
as if being startled by the sound of a blank-firing pistol.

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"While The Bromford Sleeps"

Da li znaeš, mila majko
Što sum nesrekna
Cel den doma sama sedam
Na dvor ne smejam

Da li znaeš, mila majko
Što sum nesrekna
Cel den doma sama sedam
Na dvor ne smejam

Da li znaeš, mila majko
Što sum nesrekna
Cel den doma sama sedam
Na dvor ne smejam

Hold the rest and let them go
Hold the rest and let them go
No, no, let them go

Da li znaeš, mila majko
Što sum nesrekna
Cel den doma sama sedam
Na dvor ne smejam

Da li znaeš, mila majko
Što sum nesrekna
Cel den doma sama sedam
Na dvor ne smejam

Hold the rest and let them go
Hold the rest and let them go
No, no, let them go

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On the road let the rain right down
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On the road let the rain right down
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On the road let the rain right down

"Bromford Motoboy"

Motoqueiro chegar
Antes da chuva cair
Motoqueiro entregar
E fugir no ar
Disparado
Disparado

Avenida Marginal, motoboy na pista
Jogando o destino
Calor assassino e veloz
Em cada curva um amor tecedor
A vida no retrovisor, não fica parado
Formiga em ação
Minha moto é um avião
Bromford afogado
Tráfego danado
Fluxo quebrado
Minha moto é um avião

Motoqueiro chegar
Antes da chuva cair
Motoqueiro entregar
E fugir no ar
Disparado

Asfalto molhado, duro, danado
Bem olhar de lado
Joelho ralado
Minha moto é um avião
Surfando o Minhocão
Quebra mole vai pra o céu
Para-choque vai pra o chão

Motoqueiro chegar
Antes da chuva cair
Motoqueiro entregar
E fugir no ar
Disparado
Disparado

Tanta gente na parada
Tanta gente acidentada
Motoboy caiu no chão
Caiu na fumaça
Caiu e levantou
O joelho quе dói
Quebrado o farol
Tanta adrenalina
Cheiro gasolina
Sucata voadora
Minha moto é um avião
Quеbra mole vai pra o céu
Para-choque vai pra o chão

Motoqueiro chegar
Antes da chuva cair
Motoqueiro entregar
E fugir no ar
Disparado
Motoqueiro chegar
Disparado
Antes da chuva cair
Disparado
Motoqueiro entregar
Disparado
E fugir no ar
Motoqueiro chegar

Beaver Moon …

 
A Beaver Moon is rising. The second to last moon this year. Penultimate. The Moon Year is coming to an end.

»I think, you should stop counting your Years in Moons«, said the llama, »and start focussing on the Sun. The Sun is the most powerful of the celestial bodies. And a Year on Earth is the time taken for Earth to revolve around the Sun.«

»A year is the time taken for astronomical objects to complete one orbit«, I think out aloud, »so Earth is the main player in this game. Earth's speed is what defines the length of one Earth Year. So maybe Earth is the most powerful of the celestial bodies.«

»How Earth centristic of you, dude. But at least you admit that Earth is orbiting the Sun and not the other way around.«

»Science«, I spit out the word, »nothing but fake news. And scientists? Nothing but liars and fakers.«

»Are we changing roles now, dude?« asks the llama. »Are you having a denying stroke now? Are you playing the denier of science and truths and facts now?«

»I am just tired, animal«, I say. »Let's go to bed. Good Night!«

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Today is Friday, the 15th of November 2024.

Beaver Moon

Yes, I′m being followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow

And if I ever lose my hands
Lose my plow, lose my land
Oh, if I ever lose my hands
Oh, if, I won't have to work no more

And if I ever lose my eyes
If my colours all run dry
Yes, if I ever lose my eyes
Oh, if, I won′t have to cry no more

Yes, I'm being followed by a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow
Moonshadow, moonshadow

And if I ever lose my legs
I won't moan, and I won′t beg
Oh, if I ever lose my legs
Oh, if, I won′t have to walk no more

And if I ever lose my mouth
All my teeth, north and south
Yes, if I ever lose my mouth
Oh, if, I won't have to talk

Did it take long to find me?
I ask the faithful light
Oh, did it take long to find me?
And, are you gonna stay the night?