mardi 26 janvier 2010
lundi 28 décembre 2009

(take some fairy dust and close your eyes... tight)"He belonged to a walled city of the fifteenth century, a city of narrow, cobbled streets, and thin spires, where the inhabitants wore pointed shoes and worsted hose. His face was arresting, sensitive, medieval in some strange inexplicable way, and I was reminded of a portrait seen in a gallery I had forgotten where, of a certain Gentleman Unknown. Could one but rob him of his English tweeds, and put him in black, with lace at his throat and wrists, he would stare down at us in our new world from a long distant past—a past where men walked cloaked at night, and stood in the shadow of old doorways, a past of narrow stairways and dim dungeons, a past of whispers in the dark, of shimmering rapier blades, of silent, exquisite courtesy."
mercredi 23 décembre 2009
Lullabies vol. I
mardi 22 décembre 2009
Dear Diary,
Plumeria alba is still growing in my stomache.
When i danced with the snow, flowers came out of my hands,
Petals flew away in the wind and i heard him cry.
"- Noura, please!
- My darling do not worry!
- Please don't turn into a tree! You'll soon be petals, and you will be flying away from me!
- But that is the only way i have found...
- The only way for what Noura?
- For reaching the North Pole...
- But why would you want to go there?
- To catch a falling star of course!
- The North Pole is too cold, and it's covered in ice, nothing but ice! Your poor heart will freeze before you catch anything!
- It shall not! And if it does, it will only explode and turn into snowdust! Then i shall turn into a falling star!"
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