blued-eyedAnd that was when I came across the pearl ivory bridge. The one that was guarded by a purple-haired troll. I had heard from the red serpent that early each morning the New York Times and Wall Street Journal are delivered on the west bank, and the only way I could possibly get to the east was to give the troll it’s papers and hope for some kindness. (Did I really want to get to the other side? Couldn’t I satiate my curiosity by exploring some other region? Some other island, some other place? But I had to know. Some things you just have to know. Plus, I had never been there. The unknown always has it’s own distinct appeal. Or so I tblued-eyed
emperor wutangThe Night(ENGLISH)The Night
The night breathes
deep slow moans
come from the roots of the earth
and bend on themselves
fingers of the trees
tormenting cradeling in a sigh
they stretch out like the hands of a beggar
they implore
to turn off
the ephemeral
light
(ITALIANO)
La notte respira
profondi lenti lamenti
provengono dalle radici della terra
e si tendono
dita di alberi
straziant
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Wishing you a great year ahead and have a nice holiday~
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Thanx for adding me to ur devwatch,
I'm kinda busy with stuff for the coming days or weeks.
But I'll make sure the coming b/w photos I intend to take will entice you.
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