August 11th, 2004

• The Absinthe Drinker
• 8/11/04 01:45 am
• [ lēnā, čukstošā balsī. klusumā ]
  
  
  Gently I wave the visible worlds away.
  Far off, I hear a roar, afar yet near,
  Far off and strange, a voice is in my ear,
  And is the voice my own? the words I say
  Fall strangely, like a dream, across the day;
  And dim sunshine is a dream. How clear,
  New as the world to lover's eyes, appear
  The men and women passing on their way!
  The world is very fair. The hours are all
  Linked in a very fair. The hours are all
  Linked in a dance of mere forgetfulness.
  I am at peace with God and man. O glide
  Sands of the hour-glass that I count not, fall
  Serenely; scarce I feel your soft caress,
  Rocked on this dreamy and indifferent tide.
  
  Arthur Symonds (1865-1945)
  
  Tagad jūs jūtaties savādāk! Ticiet man...
• Current Music: blood axis & in gowan ring - sea ritual
  Current Mood: apreibis
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• play piercing aftermath
• 8/11/04 11:25 pm
• Tas esmu es. Uz labās rokas var saskatīt 'rētas' no vakardienas piedzīvojumiem ar 7 katetrām. 'Adatas-cauri-rokai' bildes būs rīt vai parīt
  
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