Je suis dans l’amour avec vos yeux bruns

Είμαι  ερωτευμένος  με  τα  καφετιά  μάτια  σας

Sono nell’amore con i vostri occhi marroni

Estoy en amor con sus ojos marrones

Ich bin in der Liebe mit thren braunen Augen

Eu estou no amor con seus dhos marrons

Your brown eyes transcend all languages

we're all ******* with the fables
of remembrance we ascribe mythology to,
not to gods, but to men preceding us;
and our remembering comes with
shortcoming of pardoning bankers;
so why bother, mythologising man
when the gods are brought before
the altar? i rather mythologise gods
that mythologise men:
to be discrete, unlike the greek poets
i encrust the gods with morality:
þᛖᚱ þᛖᚱ...
                          þᛖᚱ þᛖᚱ...
þᛖᚱ þᛖᚱ þᚱᛖᚾ ᛞᚨ ᚢᛚᛖᛖ
(ther ther...
                    ther ther...
                        ther ther, thren da ulee)!