http://www.hauchig.de/bilder/tour_04/bil...k/hhl_1/hhl.htm

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I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's cloud's illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

J.M.

Super Bilder.

Willkommen im Forum, bin schon auf Deine Bilder gespannt - vor allllllem natürlich auf die 2 vom Samstag Vormittag!!!

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I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's cloud's illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

J.M.

jepp... sind tolle fotos.

mal schauen, ob was schönes bei meinen dabei ist, hab aber glaub ich nicht mehr als 20 gemacht...,
denke aber, daß auch so genug zusammenkommen.

marc

Mojn Paddy,
bin gut nach Hause gekommen und hab den Little Micky noch bis Nürberg "geleitet".
Geniale Bilder, wenn i mi nur erinnern könnte, wann Du die gemacht hast????? Grübel

Gruß

Ducky

Die Bilder sind der eindeutige Beweis, dass ich an diesem Freitag Abend - äh Samstag Morgen noch stehen konnte.

Die Zeit vergeht, wie schnell ist nichts getrunken...

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I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's cloud's illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

J.M.

Samstag morgen..... du sagst es.
Dann war aber auch für den Restsamstag erst mal "schluss mit lustig"
Zumindest bis die Sonne unterging. Bist wohl Lichtscheu??
Schöne Bilder das...

In Antwort auf:

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schluss mit lustig

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Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

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I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's cloud's illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

J.M.

schreibs doch mal in deutsch damits jeder!!!!!!!! lesen kann. mit unleserlichen grüssen BRUNO.