11 minutes ago, Catmaster said:

Dit was oorspronkelijk een Duits lied: Über sieben Brücken.

Peter Maffay

Martina's answer is hidden here:

Just like the year it was
The champagne again and the grapes and the tar
be carpet.

The fireworks being erased
Sounds of yesterday
And they warm up the mood to accept
It's already over.

And according to the clock of yesteryear, from year to year
Five minutes until the countdown.
We take stock of the good and the bad
five minutes before the countdown.

Sailors, soldiers, singles, married people,
lovers, wanderers and occasionally
Ignorant remedy.
Between shouts and whistles by the little Spaniards
Huge, short, let's do it once
one thing at a time.

And according to the clock of yesteryear, from year to year
Five minutes until the countdown.
We take stock of the good and the bad
five minutes before the countdown.

And although for grapes there are some new ones
Those who are no longer here will be missed.
And let's see if those of us who are still alive wake up
And in the coming year we will laugh.

One, two, three and four and start again
that the fifth is one and the sixth is two
And so seven is three.
And we say goodbye and ask God
Let's see about that next year or instead of a million
There could be two.

At the Puerta del Sol
Just like the year it was
The champagne again and the grapes and the tar
be carpet.

See you again Martina...

Martina and Alberto met on a sunny day in Barcelona. They soon fell in love and began a relationship that would last about ten years. Despite the few things they shared together, they kept their dreams and plans for the future. They were happy and thought they would stay together forever.

But after ten years, cracks began to appear in their relationship. Martina felt dissatisfied and wanted to do something different with her life. She wanted more adventure, more challenge, more freedom. She started to get bored of Alberto and looked for excitement in other men and women. She often went out with her friends and came home late, sometimes drunk, sometimes accompanied. Alberto, on the other hand, was satisfied with his job as a gardener and wanted to settle down and start a family with Martina. He wanted more stability, more security, more connection. But he also had financial problems, because he had incurred a lot of debt to start a business that quickly turned out to be fruitful. He could no longer pay the debts and received threatening letters from the bank.

Martina tried to solve their problems with her saved money, but they soon realized that they had grown apart. They had different expectations, different needs, different goals. They still loved each other, but they weren't in love anymore. They decided to break up, hoping that they would both become happier.

On a rainy day in Barcelona, Martina packed her things and they said goodbye to Alberto. They hugged each other and thanked each other for the wonderful years they had spent together. They promised each other to remain friends and keep in touch. They couldn't agree on who would take Taco the dog, so they decided to take him to a shelter, where he might find a new home. They left behind the apartment, which would soon be occupied by another couple. They walked off in different directions. The couple's stunned followers were left with tears in their eyes, and an emptiness in their hearts.

44 minuten geleden zei kris66:

Ik accepteer geen fucked up russen die hun dictator en zijn/hun oorlogsmisdaden geweldig vinden! En de Russische psychopaten die hier leugens verspreiden!

The West: Wagner terrorists? Wagner freedom fighters?  🤣

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