I saw the headline today
2 things to remember, I knew a "Francis" would be the next Pope
But I did not put a bet on it
In the film Shoes of a Fisherman a starving Nation leads world to brink of war
So now a new scenario, North Korea is starving, and Covid is there too
So will Pope Francis visit
I hope so, food for nukes, North Korea does not need them
Anyway Kim, SEVEN of my books are in Korean, over on Wordpress
Now make Peace, and abandon nukes forever
SO HERE'S A STORY FROM A FEW YEARS AGO
A Korean Christmas Carol ©
By Michael Casey
Vincent was a little child in Seoul, he had been learning English at school, so the teacher decided to read a Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens to the class as Christmas was approaching. The teacher Mr Michael confessed that he had listened to it on the radio after Midnight Mass at Saint Patricks after he’d thrown snowballs at Danny Moylan. And there was another Vincent there who defended himself with his umbrella. Vincent laughed at the mention of his name.
So Vincent fell asleep with the Tale fresh in his head. But Vincent was worried because they had a noisy neighbour called Kim who was always letting off fireworks, one had even smashed their bedroom window. As Vincent drifted off to sleep the world news with Douglas Stewart reporting was on the BBC world service, A Christmas Carol was going to be next but Vincent fell asleep as it began.
The Ghost of Christmas past came first, this was a beautiful Korean girl smiling and singing Kpop songs. Vincent smiled in his sleep. Korea was one big happy family then. Just singing and nice dancing, no marching, just laughter, real laughter and nobody carrying notebooks in their hand.
Vincent was so happy he even chuckled in his sleep. Mr Michael his teacher was right Charles Dickens was the BEST. Well in the English language anyway. Then clouds appeared and walls and noise and stamping and unfriendly fireworks appeared. Half the land sung Kpop the other half, just marched like robots with a smile that was fixed with fear hidden in their eyes. Half had technology and lights, the other half had no roads, no street lights just dim dim dark life.
One half had food galore and had the Korean Dream and Samsung really was king, the other just seemed sad but pretended to be happy by shouting a lot. They marched a lot too, to stay warm as their homes were so cold. Only the army mattered, not the people not the poor, not the sick, not the uneducated, not the least of Korea’s brethren. Only the army mattered.
One half got poorer and poorer and sick and turning into skeletons and ghosts. But all the time they cheered for the Emperor in his new clothes. While the people in that half became more and more naked, building a giant Golden Ox which was the name of the nuclear missile, though some thought it was a great hotel. But really inside it was a hanger for the greatest nuclear weapon ever. And still the people in that side clapped and carried notebooks to record the Emperor’s every word. As their clothes fell off their backs and they were more and more naked. Some even dying as they marched for their Emperor.
Vincent started to cry in his sleep, why couldn’t the Emperor just vanish like in fairy tales. The Ghost of Christmas present was a newsreader shouting and shouting, threatening and threatening. There was no hope and love in her voice, just anger. Wasn’t Christmas supposed to be about Love and Hope and a Future. Vincent screamed and sat bolt upright in his bed he was so scared, his parents came running and comforted him. Then with his head resting on his mother’s breast he fell asleep. His mother switched off the radio, why was he listening to BBC World service, he should listen to more Kpop it was Christmas after all.
Vincent slept on the Ghost of Christmas Future appeared, it was a scruffy monk with mittens, the monk showed Korea, all Korea in ruins, mushroom clouds drifting in the sky. Seoul was in ruins, millions were dead, the North was a wasteland. The Emperor was trapped in his bunker far beneath the Subway, 100s of metres underground. But even the Emperor knew his half was destroyed just as much as the other half. The food would run out and the air would run out, maybe he’d last 3 months, but then he would be entombed, just like an Egyptian King. Nobody would bother to dig him out, but at least HE had felt no pain as the entire country was vaporised.
There was a knocking at his office door, a scruffy monk in mittens appeared, the Emperor raised his gun to shoot the monk. The monk laughed, I’m dead already, 1968 was the year I went to Heaven. As for you only Hell awaits, I’ve come to show you a vision of Hell. Vincent screamed in his sleep but his mother did not come to comfort him. Vincent watched frozen as the scruffy monk in mittens placed his hand on the Emperor’s head. The Emperor screamed and convulsed in pain, he peed his pants and poohed simultaneously, then he vomited.
The scruffy monk, then said, that is but a vision, this is what it really feels like, much much worse than being vaporised in a nuclear war. So the monk continued to hold his hand on the emperor’s head, in one second the Emperor felt an eternity of pain. Hell is the absence of God’s Love. The Emperor fell to his knees and begged for forgiveness, if only he could turn back the clock, if only, if only.
Vincent woke up sweating, he could not speak. He grabbed his Rosary, Mr Michael had explained that the Rosary was Mary’s Nuclear weapons. And with the Rosary you could defeat the Devil himself. So Vincent said his Rosary and went to sleep happy and safe. The funny thing was that his radio was still on. The end of A Christmas Carol was being told. Scrooge repents and leads a good life and knows how to Celebrate the Joy of Christmas.
As Vincent fell asleep a News Flash North Korean was ended all its Nuclear ambitions and Putin himself would visit on Christmas Day to sign a deal to ship all nuclear material over the border to Russia. And how did this come about ? The Christmas Disco in Heaven was KPop that year and the 100,000 Korean Martyrs had asked the scruffy monk to Save Korea not just for Christmas but for always.
So he really had slipped out to pay the Emperor a visit. He also visited Putin too telling him to grab his place in History before his heart attack. When Putin heard this he decided to do as the scruffy monk suggested. Though the monk did put his hand on Putin’s chest, telling him he could live till he was 100 if he retired, being President is really stressful. The scruffy monk also paid a visit to the White House, all he said to Trump was Be Humble when Putin rings you, and then you retire immediately as after saving the world everything else is a waste of your time.
Vincent woke up and it was snowing in Seoul, church bells were ringing, Korea would be One again, as for the scruffy monk in mittens, he got back in time to hear George Michael singing the Ave Maria, Merry Christmas Korea, all and one Korea.
Korean Translation of My Soul Is by Michael Casey
내 영혼은 ©
으로
마이클 케이시
내 영혼은 많은 것
내 영혼은 비어 있고 사랑이 부족해
내 영혼은 표류하며 항구를 찾아
내 영혼은 공허함과 슬픔을 울리게한다
내 영혼은 빈 약속으로 길을 잃었다
내 영혼은 방향이없고 표류와 흔들림
내 영혼은 아무데도 없어 세상 끝날 무렵에
내 영혼은 어둠 속에, 그림자 속에
내 영혼은 방향없이 표류 캐스팅
내 영혼은 저주받을지도 몰라
그리고 나는 오랫동안 죽은 엄마를 기억합니다
무슨 말을하는지 모르더라도 계속기도하십시오
내 영혼은 아주 작은 목소리를 듣습니다
내 영혼은 아주 작은 빛을 본다
내 영혼은 작은 작은 바람을 느낀다
내 영혼은 어디에서나 온기를 잡아
내 영혼은 더 좋은쪽으로 이끌려
내 영혼이 더 강해지기 시작합니다
내 영혼 내 기분이 좋아진다
내 영혼은 방향을 찾습니다
내 영혼이 윙윙 거리는 새처럼 윙윙 거리기 시작해
내 영혼은 더 이상 황혼에 없습니다
내 영혼은 빛으로 움직인다
내 영혼은 노래와 미소
내 영혼은 무료입니다
내 영혼은 더 이상 부담을 느끼지 않습니다
내 영혼은 춤과 같다
내 영혼은 들판에서 노래하고 춤추고
내 영혼은 더 이상 수축되거나 제한되지 않습니다
My Soul은 그물없이 자유롭게 움직이는 곡예사
내 영혼은 이중 무료입니다
내 영혼 내 영혼은 다시 희망의 일부입니다
내 영혼 내 영혼은 다시 사랑의 일부
내 영혼 내 영혼은 은혜로 가득
계속 기도해, 천사들은 항상 거기있어
모든 것을 잃었다 고 생각하더라도
내 영혼은 하나의 영혼의 일부입니다
당신의 영혼을 하나님 인 모자이크에 다시 넣으십시오
비록 우리는 독신이지만 여전히 하나의 일부입니다
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I’ve really enjoyed Vincenzo, and my Korean translations are doing well according to the download figures, though the Arabs and 300 and Not out are in the lead.
So here’s all my Korean Translations again, if you thank me, you’ll have to use English via Google Translate, and all other folks don’t sent me get rich rubbish, from Japanese guys in Paraguay for example, you are just wasting my time. As you did yesrter
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