Like a bird sweeping across the sky
In spite of broken wings,
The sun still brighter
Despite the night,
The sweet smell of lily of the valley
Under a thick blanket of concrete pavement,
Taken out of my chest. . .
niedziela, 23 października 2011
Mutassim Gaddafi : "My wounds are all medals on my chest"
cam-guy - drink water. Your dad days are gone! And dont worry about your wounds, we'd soon have 'surgury on you'.
MUSTASIM - these WOUNDS are MEDALS to me. Am not afraid of you! What are u, nothing but teenagers, and dont know what u are talking about.
Cam-guy - Come listen to this guy, he's talk like a brave man.
MUSTASIM - listen, what's your name ( Like u question a bad officer), u people are not brave, u should go do something else.
Cam-guy - Now u want to be a HERO to the last minute huh?
*"Rebels" talk and filming,gave him water to drink. Mutassim didn't care,and he kept checking his wounds. "Rebels" said "We will cure your wounds,we will"
*Mutassim: These are all Medals on my chest!
*Rebel is laughing.
*Mutassim:This is a kids talk,stop talking like teenagers.You boy what is your name? This is children's game,you boy what is your name ?