The Everlasting Confab
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Harry's diary entries
12/IV/96
Today was quite interesting, diary. It wasn't extra-ordinary at all. No one made an attempt on my life and nothing melodramatic happened. Well, I walked in on Seamus picking a piece of dust out of Ron's eye but that happens all the time. Ron has assured me that he is just prone to dust-related-accidents. I would sigh but you can't really put the sound of sighing into a book, can you diary? Today was so boring. Maybe I need to get more exciting friends. Like an American. Or a Japan. No, a Japanese. Wait, what do you call those short little people anyway? Oh well, it's not like my life isn't interesting. I mean, I am HARRY POTTER. I mean, how famouser could you be? I suppose you could be Hitler or something--that's what Hermione said....I think. I was a little distracted by her hot pink mini skirt. When she bent over...
*smudge smudges more smudges*
...but anyway...yeah, my life is boring except for what goes on inside my mind. But after all, I am HARRY POTTER and who else has escaped Voldemort like, five times and had so many girls after them? I ask you, diary, who? Well, Draco Malfoy has quite a following but his poncy outfit of a matador jacket and these tacky trousers disappointed at least one of his admirers today.
15/VI/96
I HATE THE DURSLEYS!!!
16/VI/96
Hid a sock in Dudley's pasta. He ate it. Am grounded. Dudley sick.
17/VI/96
*many many doodles*
Hey, that last one looks almost like a samurai warrior. I wonder if it's normal for an almost 16 year old boy to dream about being a samurai warrior. As Ron would say, yes, but if you dream about being a drag queen then no. Of course, this was two years ago, and I remember seeing Malfoy in really tight trousers and I remember thinking...
Hold it. No, not...ahh...I hate words. They can always have a nasty meaning if you have a nasty mind. Cue the Hermione lecture. Wow, I've been in captivity long enough. I'm starting to feel like Hedwig. I think I'll sing some show tunes until Vernon yells for me to shut up.
19/VI/96
Am so tired of being in same room for days.
20/VI/96
I hate everyone.
21/VI/96
Everyone and everything.
22/VI/96
Everything and everyone is stupid and no one ever understands me!
23/VI/96
Mooned a passerby this morning.
24/VI/96
Butt sore because Vernon whacked it with an American camcorders. Evidently the person outside who saw my naked backside called the police and thought it was Dudley. My ass is not FAT!
25/VI/96
Still angry about yesterday.
27/VI/96
Why the hell am I still in my room? That sock thing was over a week ago!!
28/VI/96
Looks like I'll be spending my birthday in here as well. How happy.
29/VI/96
30 hours to go until I can officially hate the world.
30/VI/96
I wish I could go outside.
31/VI/96
Make a wish, Harry. Owls been pecking at window all day but I can't open it. I think I've lost all the muscle mass in my arms for being cooped up in here for so long. What a nice way to start the new school year, like a scrawny 16 year old chicken.
I hate everything.
1/XI/96
Took train to Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione are boring this year. They just snog snog snog in front of me and, truthfully, I'm getting sick of watching the two couples.
So I went to a new compartment where this hot transfer student was. She was really hot. Really really. I think her name was Isabelle Desiree. Very hot. Also very stupid. Or ditzy. Or something. It was very refreshing after Hermione's "therefore's" and "whereas's". I don't think Isabelle even knows how to do school work. She probably just sleeps with her professors and they give her A's.
I could see her doing that.
Anyway, she was going on and Malfoy. She kept defending him in front of lesser first years. I thought she said she was related to him but when he actually came into the compartment (yes, he actually came into the compartment), she acted like she wanted to impress him. Like she had to with those looks....of hers.
¶ 8:26 PM 1 comments
Today was quite interesting, diary. It wasn't extra-ordinary at all. No one made an attempt on my life and nothing melodramatic happened. Well, I walked in on Seamus picking a piece of dust out of Ron's eye but that happens all the time. Ron has assured me that he is just prone to dust-related-accidents. I would sigh but you can't really put the sound of sighing into a book, can you diary? Today was so boring. Maybe I need to get more exciting friends. Like an American. Or a Japan. No, a Japanese. Wait, what do you call those short little people anyway? Oh well, it's not like my life isn't interesting. I mean, I am HARRY POTTER. I mean, how famouser could you be? I suppose you could be Hitler or something--that's what Hermione said....I think. I was a little distracted by her hot pink mini skirt. When she bent over...
*smudge smudges more smudges*
...but anyway...yeah, my life is boring except for what goes on inside my mind. But after all, I am HARRY POTTER and who else has escaped Voldemort like, five times and had so many girls after them? I ask you, diary, who? Well, Draco Malfoy has quite a following but his poncy outfit of a matador jacket and these tacky trousers disappointed at least one of his admirers today.
15/VI/96
I HATE THE DURSLEYS!!!
16/VI/96
Hid a sock in Dudley's pasta. He ate it. Am grounded. Dudley sick.
17/VI/96
*many many doodles*
Hey, that last one looks almost like a samurai warrior. I wonder if it's normal for an almost 16 year old boy to dream about being a samurai warrior. As Ron would say, yes, but if you dream about being a drag queen then no. Of course, this was two years ago, and I remember seeing Malfoy in really tight trousers and I remember thinking...
Hold it. No, not...ahh...I hate words. They can always have a nasty meaning if you have a nasty mind. Cue the Hermione lecture. Wow, I've been in captivity long enough. I'm starting to feel like Hedwig. I think I'll sing some show tunes until Vernon yells for me to shut up.
19/VI/96
Am so tired of being in same room for days.
20/VI/96
I hate everyone.
21/VI/96
Everyone and everything.
22/VI/96
Everything and everyone is stupid and no one ever understands me!
23/VI/96
Mooned a passerby this morning.
24/VI/96
Butt sore because Vernon whacked it with an American camcorders. Evidently the person outside who saw my naked backside called the police and thought it was Dudley. My ass is not FAT!
25/VI/96
Still angry about yesterday.
27/VI/96
Why the hell am I still in my room? That sock thing was over a week ago!!
28/VI/96
Looks like I'll be spending my birthday in here as well. How happy.
29/VI/96
30 hours to go until I can officially hate the world.
30/VI/96
I wish I could go outside.
31/VI/96
Make a wish, Harry. Owls been pecking at window all day but I can't open it. I think I've lost all the muscle mass in my arms for being cooped up in here for so long. What a nice way to start the new school year, like a scrawny 16 year old chicken.
I hate everything.
1/XI/96
Took train to Hogwarts. Ron and Hermione are boring this year. They just snog snog snog in front of me and, truthfully, I'm getting sick of watching the two couples.
So I went to a new compartment where this hot transfer student was. She was really hot. Really really. I think her name was Isabelle Desiree. Very hot. Also very stupid. Or ditzy. Or something. It was very refreshing after Hermione's "therefore's" and "whereas's". I don't think Isabelle even knows how to do school work. She probably just sleeps with her professors and they give her A's.
I could see her doing that.
Anyway, she was going on and Malfoy. She kept defending him in front of lesser first years. I thought she said she was related to him but when he actually came into the compartment (yes, he actually came into the compartment), she acted like she wanted to impress him. Like she had to with those looks....of hers.
¶ 8:26 PM 1 comments
Saturday, January 08, 2005
El Misterio del Amor
Yo que canto de noche,
al rumor de los mares,
Yo que pido a la luna
Que me explique el misterio
De una historia de amores.
Y te siento más fuerte al caer de la tarde, siento que tus palabras
Como efímeras llamas
Van prendiendo en mi alma.
Y que en la vida mía una música suena, una nueva poesía,
Del recuerdo de tí.
Océano immenso de libertad,
Dias de fiesta que no olvidaré,
Que frío invierno si te vas un día
Hará en me vida.
Amor, deseos, melancolía.
Cuantos misterios, cuantas alegrías.
Prisionero del tiempo,
Dentro de la memoria,
Nunca había sentido el perfume infinito de una rosa al rocío.
Esta voz desde dentro,
Habla de ti y de mí,
Como un dulce tormento este sueño lejano no me deja dormirme.
Como el agua de un río.
Una música dulce,
Con la orquesta amor mío,
Cantaré para tí.
Océano inmenso encontraré,
Cuerpos celestes, tierras de Africa,
Un sol eterno que calentará
Ya para siempre.
Un vuelo abierto por la ciudad,
Al horizonte solo tú y yo,
Un mundo nuevo que buscar los dos,
Este es el misterio del amor,
Un mundo nuevo que buscar los dos,
Este es el misterio.
Spanish lyrics adapted by Ignacio Ballesteros
Andrea Bocelli; Cieli di Toscana ¶ 4:45 PM 0 comments
al rumor de los mares,
Yo que pido a la luna
Que me explique el misterio
De una historia de amores.
Y te siento más fuerte al caer de la tarde, siento que tus palabras
Como efímeras llamas
Van prendiendo en mi alma.
Y que en la vida mía una música suena, una nueva poesía,
Del recuerdo de tí.
Océano immenso de libertad,
Dias de fiesta que no olvidaré,
Que frío invierno si te vas un día
Hará en me vida.
Amor, deseos, melancolía.
Cuantos misterios, cuantas alegrías.
Prisionero del tiempo,
Dentro de la memoria,
Nunca había sentido el perfume infinito de una rosa al rocío.
Esta voz desde dentro,
Habla de ti y de mí,
Como un dulce tormento este sueño lejano no me deja dormirme.
Como el agua de un río.
Una música dulce,
Con la orquesta amor mío,
Cantaré para tí.
Océano inmenso encontraré,
Cuerpos celestes, tierras de Africa,
Un sol eterno que calentará
Ya para siempre.
Un vuelo abierto por la ciudad,
Al horizonte solo tú y yo,
Un mundo nuevo que buscar los dos,
Este es el misterio del amor,
Un mundo nuevo que buscar los dos,
Este es el misterio.
Spanish lyrics adapted by Ignacio Ballesteros
Andrea Bocelli; Cieli di Toscana ¶ 4:45 PM 0 comments
L'Ultimo Re
Vestirò il tuo tempo di ricordi se lo varrai
te solleverò con le mie mani quando cadrai
veglierò in silenzio tu sonno se dormirai
Se lo vorrai
sarò per te
l'ultimo re
Sarò un re
se sarai
qui con me
Ti ricorderò di quella stella che non murore mai
ruberò in segreto la sua luce così brillerai
ti proteggerò con la mia voce
e canterai
Un cano che
farà di me
l'ultimo re
Sarò un re
se sarai
qui con me
Sarò un re
se sarai
qui con me
Sarò un re
se sarai
qui con me
qui con me
qui con me
Andrea Bocelli; Cieli di Toscana
¶ 3:35 PM 0 comments
te solleverò con le mie mani quando cadrai
veglierò in silenzio tu sonno se dormirai
Se lo vorrai
sarò per te
l'ultimo re
Sarò un re
se sarai
qui con me
Ti ricorderò di quella stella che non murore mai
ruberò in segreto la sua luce così brillerai
ti proteggerò con la mia voce
e canterai
Un cano che
farà di me
l'ultimo re
Sarò un re
se sarai
qui con me
Sarò un re
se sarai
qui con me
Sarò un re
se sarai
qui con me
qui con me
qui con me
Andrea Bocelli; Cieli di Toscana
¶ 3:35 PM 0 comments
L’Abitudine
Tu, per quello che mi dai
Quell’ emozione in piú
Ad ogni tua parola
Tu, probabilmente tu
Sei stata fino a qui
Per troppo tempo sola
Fino a convincert come me
Che si puó stare da soli
Perché la solitudine
Che non sorride mai
Diventa l’abitudine
E non la scelta che tu fai
Ma ora che son qui
Il vento cambierá
E sembrerá piú facile
Il tempo che verrá
La vita puó sorprenderti
In tutto quel che fa
E dove non lo immagini
Incontri la felicitá
E sono qui con te
E non ti lasceró
Ti chiedo di fermati qui
E stare insieme a te
E stare insiame a te
Si adesso ci sei tu
Nei sogni e nelle idee
Nell’ immaginazione
Tu, che sei vicino a me (cosí vicino a te)
Che sei parte di me (cosi dentro di te)
Come una sensazione
Sei le parole la musica
Per una nuova canzone
Perché la solitudine
Non si riprenderá
La voglia di sorridere (ora no)
E la felicitá (se ci sei)
Per quello che tu sai (se lo sai)
Per quello che mi daí (anche tu)
Per um amore semplice
Ma grande piú che mai
E non é un’abitudine
Il bene che mi fai (anche tu)
É l’allegria di viverti (finché vuoi)
Di averti accanto piú che mai
E adesso siamo noi (io e te)
Ci siamo solo noi (solo noi)
Sicuri di non perderci
Di non lasciarci mai
Un’altra solitudine, non ci riprenderá
E tu non te me andrai mai
Andrea Bocelli e Helena
di Cieli Di Toscana
¶ 3:25 PM 0 comments
Quell’ emozione in piú
Ad ogni tua parola
Tu, probabilmente tu
Sei stata fino a qui
Per troppo tempo sola
Fino a convincert come me
Che si puó stare da soli
Perché la solitudine
Che non sorride mai
Diventa l’abitudine
E non la scelta che tu fai
Ma ora che son qui
Il vento cambierá
E sembrerá piú facile
Il tempo che verrá
La vita puó sorprenderti
In tutto quel che fa
E dove non lo immagini
Incontri la felicitá
E sono qui con te
E non ti lasceró
Ti chiedo di fermati qui
E stare insieme a te
E stare insiame a te
Si adesso ci sei tu
Nei sogni e nelle idee
Nell’ immaginazione
Tu, che sei vicino a me (cosí vicino a te)
Che sei parte di me (cosi dentro di te)
Come una sensazione
Sei le parole la musica
Per una nuova canzone
Perché la solitudine
Non si riprenderá
La voglia di sorridere (ora no)
E la felicitá (se ci sei)
Per quello che tu sai (se lo sai)
Per quello che mi daí (anche tu)
Per um amore semplice
Ma grande piú che mai
E non é un’abitudine
Il bene che mi fai (anche tu)
É l’allegria di viverti (finché vuoi)
Di averti accanto piú che mai
E adesso siamo noi (io e te)
Ci siamo solo noi (solo noi)
Sicuri di non perderci
Di non lasciarci mai
Un’altra solitudine, non ci riprenderá
E tu non te me andrai mai
Andrea Bocelli e Helena
di Cieli Di Toscana
¶ 3:25 PM 0 comments
