quarta-feira, 1 de julho de 2009

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É por entre a fadiga que se inflama o silêncio! É no retorcer da serenidade que se imprimem abrasões perpétuos!

3 comentários:

Anónimo disse...

Para celebrar:

"Red sun rising somewhere through the dense fog.
The portrait of the jaded dawn who had seen it all before.

This day wept on my shoulders.
Still the same as yesterday.
This path seems endless, body is numb.
The soul has lost its flame.
Walking in familiar traces to find my way back home.

So there I was.
Within the sobriety of the immortals.
A semblance of supernatural winds passing through.
The garden sighs, flowers die.

The gate was closed that day, but I was bound to carry on.
She could not see me through the windows.
In dismay, strangest twist upon her lips.
Graven face, she said my name.

Once inside I heard whispers in the parlour.
The gilded faces grin, aware of my final demise.

And I cried, I knew she had lied.
Her obsession had died, it had died.

When can I take you from this place?
When is the word but a sigh?
When is death our lone beholder?
When do we walk the final steps?
When can we scream instead of whisper?

When is the new beginning,
the end of this sad Madrigal." - When - Opeth

Ainda bem que gostaste da foto ao ponto de exibires a tua natural beleza. :)
Aguardo por mais tardes assim, subentendendo como é evidente a minha máscara de demente eufórica, enquanto a luz fulmina o olhar e cabeça lateja anónima. No fundo há sempre aquela certeza de sabor agridoce: a evidência de mais uma temporada na masmorra de Julho. Entretanto guardo as pétalas de cristal, o cálice das tuas palavras.

Love you, ***
Artemis

Mac disse...

Comadre!!

Foto muito nice! :)

Gostei!

Elisabete S. disse...

Quantas assim existirão por aí?

"Oh, please forgive her, as mankind dies, as angels weep, and heaven cries"...

És tu na fotografia? Que bonita!
Obrigada pela visita.