*Peace be unto You*
Greetings, o wanderer! Who are you? What brought you here, to my website, my garden of the branchy blossoming trees abundant in fruits of thoughts? Sit down in the chair, have a rest, stay by me. Perhaps in the garden, at the idle talk, when the summer heat gives a way to the evening coolness, you’ll find the fruit which your mind desires? Or perhaps, the fruit will fall down at your feet and show the way to your goal. Your way is as much difficult as much life holds all what there is in the world. And the world is wide, great and beautiful. And you’ve been gone with the unpredictable wind of life. Eager for knowing life, you’ve left the walls of your house, and set off for the long and obscure way. Now you walk along the roads of life, over the empiric dreams and mundane decorum, sail over the stormy rivers of fates, make your way along the paths of knowledge. As it happens you’ve wandered to my website, but this garden is just a part of me, it is my footprints and a part of my knowledge. And what about me? It’s simple. I am on the way. I am a wanderer too.
towards Castle Dracula
Follow me down to the sunless valley; feed me with fear that you breed.
The sun’s shining no longer to warm your breath lost in the caves of your creed.
Look in my eyes in desire to see what you don’t want to be.
Night is your home till the end of the days; blood is your food that you seek.
Lust is your heartbeat; and doom is your gift for those who have caught your glance.
Cursed by the mortals, wander by night sharing prey with the bats.
Nocturne
Bats, noctules, crepuscular insects, night-birds, night-flies and moths, nocturnal catlike carnivores and small leaping rodents with long hind legs, your nocturnal emission, baneworts and flowers-carnivores, night-flowers and finally the soft-green carnation, blighted and magic.
through the alembic of fancy
Night. So short for two lovers, and so long for a lonely person. So mysterious and at the same time so open for those who live in it. So many songs have been sung for it. So many poets have hymned its grace and self-will. So many humans have been doomed by it. So many humans have been born by it. O the trains flying into the night! Is night a dark side of good? What is it for me? Can it see tears? Can it feel pain? May be it gets bored while everyone sleeps? Is it lonely? Is it beloved? Most interesting to talk with it or about it. It is an open cosmos. It turns off light and turns on gas. It keeps vigil over a sick child. Its tears glitter on the grass at dawn because it has to leave and day is long. And in the evening it cools the sands and sea-waves. So dear and so alien. Paris, April, night is only ours…
What has been said above is prelude. Now imagine: the moon is shining. We sleep or walk at night, underneath the moon; we enjoy or shed tears; read or make love. And the moon watchs us; it contemplates us and our deeds, may be it smiles serenely, may be it rolls its eyes, may be it laughs at us, but always its attention is benevolent--at least I feel like this; every time I see it the moon seems to smile. It’s the divine attention of the goddess Luna. Now imagine: the weather has changed; a gust of a wind; the wind increases; the moon is veiled, then clouds cover the moon entirely. It’s Aeolus, the god of the winds. The rain begins to fall. The first thunderbolt. It’s activity of the Thunderer, the mightiest of gods. What am I driving at? I’ll tell you then kill. (I’m fond of a joke) Joking apart--I’ll tell you what I mean: while living in real life and contemplating wild nature it’s easier to believe in existence of many gods, the graceful Leonardesque deities than in existence of the only one.
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*curio*
Ancient Rome is a site devoted to the life and works of author, translator and dreamer. Dare you enter?
Welcome. I love ancient Romans. For they were/are stunning. Ancient Egyptians were stunning too; for example, they have written: "The God Loved Himself With His Hand". They believed that the universe, gods, mortals, all were products of primordial masturbation of the Great Creator. We have come from the loins of the Great Creator. Do you like the thought?
I’ve said but just that the ancient Romans were stunning, yet I realize that’s right just partly, because for the most part the Romans were ordinary people like you and me, like most of us, Europeans nowadays. It’s the small part of them who left traces in time, the bright, outstanding personalities who we know. About the life of the average citizens we can know too, at least something. And the more I know of them, the more ancient Romans seem to be like my contemporaries. Just they had no computers, and did not know tobacco and drug problems.
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*a simple story*
The life of my friend evaporated from the tip of the needle. I’ve found him at the cross-veins, but it was too late. He was like an empty autumn air, like a wrenched blank between words. It all was ordinary, silly and simply like a line from the chapter that you know by heart: his imaginary world swallowed him even without chewing well.
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*the great pursuit*
A highly talented and energetic person like N could be an excellent literary agent; I’d like to get hold of collaboration of the person like he to further and promote my sinful, beloved and improvable writings. Meaning, like the environment I am in need of protection and even more: furtherance. Who am I? Blasted writer. Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf? Who can protect the poor little thing, blasted writer? A good literary agent can do it. Dear literary agent, where are you?
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the supernatural boys
I watch the movie Supernatural on TV, an American paranormal drama television series, filmed in Canada, and debuted on September 13, 2005. The show follows brothers Sam and Dean Winchester, played by Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles, who travel across the country in a black 1967 Chevy Impala investigating and combating paranormal events and other unexplained occurrences, many of them based on American urban legends and folklore, as well as classic supernatural creatures such as vampires, werewolves, and ghosts.
http://www.cwtv.com/shows/supernatural
I like the movie in general, I love the story of the brothers and the life of their family; it’s touching immensely; I believe the boys are supernaturally nice--though I disagree with some ideas of the creators of the movie. For example, Dean says: “A daemon’s main aim is distraction and evil”. It is an entirely Christian attitude towards daemons, I see, and I disagree with it. My essay on daemons you can read here:
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2007/07/25/26_july~2702222
"We're stronger as a family."--Family Motto
You can test who is your ideal TV boyfriend. Dean Winchester is on that list! Thing is, will you give a right answers to snag him?!
Here's link:
http://www.buddytv.com/closedquiz/closed-quiz.aspx?quiz=36
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The Daffodils by William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:--
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company!
I gazed, and gazed, but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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