Sometimes I Just Wish That You Could See Through My Eyes
this beautiful and scary
dreamland Where I live
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
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my mind has gone away and i do not think That it's gonna come back to me.
Sometimes I Just Wish That You Could See Through My Eyes
this beautiful and scary
dreamland Where I live
Sometimes I Just Wish That You Could See Through My Eyes
this beautiful and scary
dreamland Where I live
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
My Dogs Wound Turned Black
death will come and will have your eyes.
Death will come and will have your eyes-
this death that accompanies us from morning till night, sleepless,
deaf, like an old remorse
or an absurd vice. Your eyes
will be a vain word,
a silent cry, a silence.
So you see them every morning on
when you gaze alone
in the mirror. O dear hope,
that day we too will know that you are life and nothingness
For all death has a look.
Death will come and will have your eyes.
will be like giving up a vice, as seen in the mirror
a dead face re-emerge, like listening to a
closed lips.
go down into the silent abyss.
Cesare Pavese
Death will come and will have your eyes-
this death that accompanies us from morning till night, sleepless,
deaf, like an old remorse
or an absurd vice. Your eyes
will be a vain word,
a silent cry, a silence.
So you see them every morning on
when you gaze alone
in the mirror. O dear hope,
that day we too will know that you are life and nothingness
For all death has a look.
Death will come and will have your eyes.
will be like giving up a vice, as seen in the mirror
a dead face re-emerge, like listening to a
closed lips.
go down into the silent abyss.
Cesare Pavese
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Glory Holes Columbus Oh
Falling [Alastor / Hestia]
Hello, people of LJ! See you!
As you know, this is the place where hesitant to pour my trash, and if you'll like the mob ... will publish it elsewhere! :)
I left off with this new "Hearth Vigilance." Should I continue? Okay as a one-shot? I just think about a sequel, but I'm not sure.
- Miss Jones ... - Dudley said with a sleepy voice and plaintive.
He trailed his slippers from the bedroom on the dusty floors of the "shelter" - as he liked to call him, assured him - that he intended to Petunia to polish the next morning, horrified to see so much dirt in an apartment.
Hestia was sitting in an armchair with a book in one hand and the wand. Closed volume (a sentimental novel, judging from the cover) with a quick movement of the fingers and looked up at him.
was nice. Dudley felt himself blush: not like any of the girls who hung around the game room of Little Whinging, chewing gum, strawberry and swaying hips immature. His was not a striking beauty, but it was embarrassing to be around in a strange way.
Perhaps because he wore the strange dress.
Or why, as they enter the shelter, she had taken off his boots skin soft and had been barefoot, by testing a visible relief. He had never noticed how attractive they were the bare feet of a girl, even when he was at sea in Brighton the previous summer.
This is also a kind of holiday, perhaps, tried to convince himself. Although she is a witch, and even wacky quell'omettino is of the same stack of Harry, we want to keep safe.
- Can not sleep? - Hestia knew that this boy was a bully and what to Evan Rosier, who was the spitting slugs when he was the first year. Perhaps he, too, if he were a magician, he would have sided with Voldemort ... instead it was a Muggle, an innocent to be protected.
Innocent? He and his parents have hurt Harry Potter in a hostile climate and cold, without a shred of affection.
Dudley shook his head and looked down, where the robe of Hestia is crossed on the breast. He felt his ears burn.
She mistook his shyness for redness, and its assessment is mitigated somewhat.
is not bad, just flawed, he remembered. If we have to live with for some time, it will be useful to discover the good points of each other.
- It is normal to be afraid. But Mr. Diggle and I have placed spells against any intruder, in every corner of this home, so it's no pre-
- I do not want to hear about magic! - Dudley frowned, his lower lip sticking out in a comical grimace child. It was big, but did not show at all seventeen.
- Okay, okay, do not be angry. Was it you get to talk to me, no?
Nobody, apart from the long-bearded old man, had ever spoken so frankly before him. This was enough for her tongue, and he was dazed with excitement mixed with a slight confused shame.
- I remember one person, you know. One of my fellow Hog ... school. He was much bigger, I was scared. He jokes terrible to anyone not in a position to defend himself. But of course you're not like that, is not it? You would not hurt others.
- already - lied by Dudley shrugged, while sweating under the summer anything but pajamas. He felt a worm, and he happened never, never, neither with the professors, the small gang of slaves which he belonged, nor with his parents, which allowed him everything's on your mind to do.
was about to ask what had happened to her classmate, if it were revised as hated him. Hestia
preceded it, the uproar that followed.
- My husband killed in combat. He had become a Death Eater, a follower of ... You-Know-Who. - Last name pronounced with a mysterious, exploiting the fear that no doubt would raise the boy. Had been made aware of the truth about Harry and the reasons for their escape, and was sensitive to some digs that usually only wizards can understand.
Dudley stepped back. The mention of the being who killed Harry's parents had given him the creeps, of course, but the revelation that Hestia was married had displaced.
It was not the "Miss Jones." It was the "lady-some-thing." Everything changes, all of a sudden ...
Her husband was definitely stronger than Chuck Norris, maybe taking the murders and break through the skull to kick, but was afraid the same to other, no? I mean, if someone had mentioned that a kid at that time was looking at his wife's breasts, he gave up the evil wizards, war and everything and he would sling him pay. Bad. Not merely to make him grow a pig tail or turn it into a balloon, but something worse, much worse ...
- Well-well-be - he stammered. - I-I guess he was right.
Hestia laughed softly, placing his hand on his lips: it was a gesture that made him irresistible to make a few more steps backwards to the door, until she could no longer see it. The muffled thud of slippers, then a door close.
She felt tired.
as she thought to compare to that guy Rosier?
Evil was evil, stupid people was different. Her sister was stupid, for example. Fluttered all day behind a snitch and was not concerned about what was happening around that bloody Quidditch pitch. But he loved her the same ... indeed, he preferred to know how safe and happily neutral in the face of events ...
Perhaps Dudley did bullying younger children, but she did not the right to equate a crazy beast. He understood from the start as he looked at Harry, who loved him.
And maybe his mother when he was climbing in the car, had tears in his eyes ... who knows?
the way, tomorrow the Lord will clean everything, said it clearly. Who knows how to do the housework, the Muggles? We spend much more time?
had already been twice to the Dursleys' house, and had found it really very elegant.
Like that of the mother of Tonks. We do not speak instead of the disorder in which the wretched living Lupin ago, poor thing.
They'll be all right?
Here. I do not think about it, But I wonder if
-were attacked, but no, that comes to mind, no one knew of the plan ... So why delay Dedalus, had only to ask what happened to Kingsley ...
It was a mission, that dell'omettino the lavender dress. It was a simple trip to Downing Street, with all the circumspection necessary, all right, but it was in Muggle territory. Every time he touched the brim of his hat, almost bring him luck.
When the magician had appeared tall and dark, hiding the nearest street light was jump:
- Royal?
- Digs, how many times have I told you to dress up a bit ' less ... more ... In short, you understand! - In the deep voice of Dawn sounded a note of nervousness and fatigue.
- How many times have I asked politely not to call Digs? - Dedalus was about to reply, but decided against it. - Yarn is so slippery, I hope.
Kingsley had not responded. He had moved a little to the side, letting the light illuminated the sidewalk and his character: a Dedalus had seemed to feel the muscles of his jaw tense. It urged:
- Did not have taken, for a thousand ...
- The boy is safe - it had reassured Kingsley, finally. - At a very high price, but ... we did it.
On the road back, too shocked to Disapparate spot, Dedalus had thrown in a stream of the cylinder periphery. The night was refreshing and needed the air to find the words.
"Do not look, go away!"
"I'll watch until my eyes, love."
"Go away! Do not want you here! Stop crying, pork Grindelwald! With what do you think you were able to take out the bastard, with tears? With flattery? "
tears for him are useless. Love is useless. Yet he loves you.
"I did it with this." He had challenged the wand. "And with this." He brought two fingers to his forehead.
"E. .. this? "
It was resting on his chest and he lifted his head to look at him, challenging his anger. His ravaged face is a map of the world, he thought. Past and present.
"This heart that serves, Alastor?"
"To me mad, to lose the way, my dear. I can not afford it, you know. "
Hello, people of LJ! See you!
As you know, this is the place where hesitant to pour my trash, and if you'll like the mob ... will publish it elsewhere! :)
I left off with this new "Hearth Vigilance." Should I continue? Okay as a one-shot? I just think about a sequel, but I'm not sure.
- Miss Jones ... - Dudley said with a sleepy voice and plaintive.
He trailed his slippers from the bedroom on the dusty floors of the "shelter" - as he liked to call him, assured him - that he intended to Petunia to polish the next morning, horrified to see so much dirt in an apartment.
Hestia was sitting in an armchair with a book in one hand and the wand. Closed volume (a sentimental novel, judging from the cover) with a quick movement of the fingers and looked up at him.
was nice. Dudley felt himself blush: not like any of the girls who hung around the game room of Little Whinging, chewing gum, strawberry and swaying hips immature. His was not a striking beauty, but it was embarrassing to be around in a strange way.
Perhaps because he wore the strange dress.
Or why, as they enter the shelter, she had taken off his boots skin soft and had been barefoot, by testing a visible relief. He had never noticed how attractive they were the bare feet of a girl, even when he was at sea in Brighton the previous summer.
This is also a kind of holiday, perhaps, tried to convince himself. Although she is a witch, and even wacky quell'omettino is of the same stack of Harry, we want to keep safe.
- Can not sleep? - Hestia knew that this boy was a bully and what to Evan Rosier, who was the spitting slugs when he was the first year. Perhaps he, too, if he were a magician, he would have sided with Voldemort ... instead it was a Muggle, an innocent to be protected.
Innocent? He and his parents have hurt Harry Potter in a hostile climate and cold, without a shred of affection.
Dudley shook his head and looked down, where the robe of Hestia is crossed on the breast. He felt his ears burn.
She mistook his shyness for redness, and its assessment is mitigated somewhat.
is not bad, just flawed, he remembered. If we have to live with for some time, it will be useful to discover the good points of each other.
- It is normal to be afraid. But Mr. Diggle and I have placed spells against any intruder, in every corner of this home, so it's no pre-
- I do not want to hear about magic! - Dudley frowned, his lower lip sticking out in a comical grimace child. It was big, but did not show at all seventeen.
- Okay, okay, do not be angry. Was it you get to talk to me, no?
Nobody, apart from the long-bearded old man, had ever spoken so frankly before him. This was enough for her tongue, and he was dazed with excitement mixed with a slight confused shame.
- I remember one person, you know. One of my fellow Hog ... school. He was much bigger, I was scared. He jokes terrible to anyone not in a position to defend himself. But of course you're not like that, is not it? You would not hurt others.
- already - lied by Dudley shrugged, while sweating under the summer anything but pajamas. He felt a worm, and he happened never, never, neither with the professors, the small gang of slaves which he belonged, nor with his parents, which allowed him everything's on your mind to do.
was about to ask what had happened to her classmate, if it were revised as hated him. Hestia
preceded it, the uproar that followed.
- My husband killed in combat. He had become a Death Eater, a follower of ... You-Know-Who. - Last name pronounced with a mysterious, exploiting the fear that no doubt would raise the boy. Had been made aware of the truth about Harry and the reasons for their escape, and was sensitive to some digs that usually only wizards can understand.
Dudley stepped back. The mention of the being who killed Harry's parents had given him the creeps, of course, but the revelation that Hestia was married had displaced.
It was not the "Miss Jones." It was the "lady-some-thing." Everything changes, all of a sudden ...
Her husband was definitely stronger than Chuck Norris, maybe taking the murders and break through the skull to kick, but was afraid the same to other, no? I mean, if someone had mentioned that a kid at that time was looking at his wife's breasts, he gave up the evil wizards, war and everything and he would sling him pay. Bad. Not merely to make him grow a pig tail or turn it into a balloon, but something worse, much worse ...
- Well-well-be - he stammered. - I-I guess he was right.
Hestia laughed softly, placing his hand on his lips: it was a gesture that made him irresistible to make a few more steps backwards to the door, until she could no longer see it. The muffled thud of slippers, then a door close.
She felt tired.
as she thought to compare to that guy Rosier?
Evil was evil, stupid people was different. Her sister was stupid, for example. Fluttered all day behind a snitch and was not concerned about what was happening around that bloody Quidditch pitch. But he loved her the same ... indeed, he preferred to know how safe and happily neutral in the face of events ...
Perhaps Dudley did bullying younger children, but she did not the right to equate a crazy beast. He understood from the start as he looked at Harry, who loved him.
And maybe his mother when he was climbing in the car, had tears in his eyes ... who knows?
the way, tomorrow the Lord will clean everything, said it clearly. Who knows how to do the housework, the Muggles? We spend much more time?
had already been twice to the Dursleys' house, and had found it really very elegant.
Like that of the mother of Tonks. We do not speak instead of the disorder in which the wretched living Lupin ago, poor thing.
They'll be all right?
Here. I do not think about it, But I wonder if
-were attacked, but no, that comes to mind, no one knew of the plan ... So why delay Dedalus, had only to ask what happened to Kingsley ...
It was a mission, that dell'omettino the lavender dress. It was a simple trip to Downing Street, with all the circumspection necessary, all right, but it was in Muggle territory. Every time he touched the brim of his hat, almost bring him luck.
When the magician had appeared tall and dark, hiding the nearest street light was jump:
- Royal?
- Digs, how many times have I told you to dress up a bit ' less ... more ... In short, you understand! - In the deep voice of Dawn sounded a note of nervousness and fatigue.
- How many times have I asked politely not to call Digs? - Dedalus was about to reply, but decided against it. - Yarn is so slippery, I hope.
Kingsley had not responded. He had moved a little to the side, letting the light illuminated the sidewalk and his character: a Dedalus had seemed to feel the muscles of his jaw tense. It urged:
- Did not have taken, for a thousand ...
- The boy is safe - it had reassured Kingsley, finally. - At a very high price, but ... we did it.
On the road back, too shocked to Disapparate spot, Dedalus had thrown in a stream of the cylinder periphery. The night was refreshing and needed the air to find the words.
"Do not look, go away!"
"I'll watch until my eyes, love."
"Go away! Do not want you here! Stop crying, pork Grindelwald! With what do you think you were able to take out the bastard, with tears? With flattery? "
tears for him are useless. Love is useless. Yet he loves you.
"I did it with this." He had challenged the wand. "And with this." He brought two fingers to his forehead.
"E. .. this? "
It was resting on his chest and he lifted his head to look at him, challenging his anger. His ravaged face is a map of the world, he thought. Past and present.
"This heart that serves, Alastor?"
"To me mad, to lose the way, my dear. I can not afford it, you know. "
"You could not fall in love with a handsome young man, instead of a jalopy dying one piece at a time? Maybe now I became an underworld, did not you ever think? If they can kill me, I will make powder, a fan of black smoke e. .. puff. A crazed bead and a piece of good wood for the fire, that's what left of me. "
" Can you still ... to feel the smell? "
" Only the bad ones, those that bring trouble. "
" I feel ... do not feel my perfume? "
He shook his head and tried to put out: "So much the better. It would be an unnecessary temptation. "
She had taken her face in her hands and kissed him on the lips. He remained impassive, the only thing that moved him was the Eye - but this slowly because there was nothing to check, nothing to intercept, only a self that was about to fall apart ...
"Merlino, Hestia, in what a mess you're going to hunt."
" Can you still ... to feel the smell? "
" Only the bad ones, those that bring trouble. "
" I feel ... do not feel my perfume? "
He shook his head and tried to put out: "So much the better. It would be an unnecessary temptation. "
She had taken her face in her hands and kissed him on the lips. He remained impassive, the only thing that moved him was the Eye - but this slowly because there was nothing to check, nothing to intercept, only a self that was about to fall apart ...
"Merlino, Hestia, in what a mess you're going to hunt."
"The important thing is that you take the back. A enemy who has the courage to openly address you can always defeat. "
Almost always.
Almost always.
Lost in a dream I saw you
disappear in the night like a bitter sweet tear
[Lost in a dream - Demis Roussos]
In my dream, fell. A flurry of blue and green, green, green,
(Fletcher, bloody coward)
and did not understand how and why he could still see
(There is no good to look back all this time)
disappear in the night like a bitter sweet tear
[Lost in a dream - Demis Roussos]
In my dream, fell. A flurry of blue and green, green, green,
(Fletcher, bloody coward)
and did not understand how and why he could still see
(There is no good to look back all this time)
Noooooo!
The chair was firmly on the floor, with its smell of mold and ruined the finish. The floors did not tremble, the windows were intact. Nothing had happened, just a nightmare.
Dudley was now sleeping soundly in the end, he could even hear the terrible snoring of Mr Dursley, in the bedroom down the hall. It was all right. All right ...
Gradually the beat of his heart returned to normal with a sigh and tried to sleep again, hoping for dreams comforting, but-
- Dedalus has not yet returned. - Murmured dreamily, just as he was riassopirsi. He sprang to his feet as the face of an enemy, but there was only her reflection in the mirror uncertain dusty on the opposite wall, and the streetlights that filtered through the curtains malchiuse. He breathed with difficulty that silence, she felt cold in the neck and feet. That simple fact made her fall back in anguish. A sudden crash
: leaped stronger tightening the rod and turned around. - Dedalus? Are you?
- And where did they go?
Petunia had found fresh eggs in the refrigerator, slice of ham and a basket of oranges in Spain. Vernon and Dudley had glazed the dishes and empty glasses and chairs were sunk on the living room, a rumbling in the peaceful, the other still stunned from the Adda to Harry, the new environment and the words of Hestia.
- The ticket says I'm in Kent.
- And we, where are we? Where have brought us? This is moldy dump somewhere in England, or on some other planet? - The woman seemed to have completely forgotten the pantry full and the small detail of being safe from Vol .. Yes, in short, by the murder of Lily. Now he just wanted to get to work and clean from top to bottom of furniture, flooring and carpets. Would never accept that those two would use the wand in front of them, not even for the noble cause domestic hygiene.
Dudley watched the mother, without detergents and vacuum cleaners, was busy making those rooms as close as possible to their home in Privet Drive.
With bleary-eyed from sleep, he saw for the first time for what it really was. The shock of disappointment, almost impossible to bear for her newborn awareness, was not able to sweep away the affection remained steadfast in his heart as a son.
Dudley was now sleeping soundly in the end, he could even hear the terrible snoring of Mr Dursley, in the bedroom down the hall. It was all right. All right ...
Gradually the beat of his heart returned to normal with a sigh and tried to sleep again, hoping for dreams comforting, but-
- Dedalus has not yet returned. - Murmured dreamily, just as he was riassopirsi. He sprang to his feet as the face of an enemy, but there was only her reflection in the mirror uncertain dusty on the opposite wall, and the streetlights that filtered through the curtains malchiuse. He breathed with difficulty that silence, she felt cold in the neck and feet. That simple fact made her fall back in anguish. A sudden crash
: leaped stronger tightening the rod and turned around. - Dedalus? Are you?
- And where did they go?
Petunia had found fresh eggs in the refrigerator, slice of ham and a basket of oranges in Spain. Vernon and Dudley had glazed the dishes and empty glasses and chairs were sunk on the living room, a rumbling in the peaceful, the other still stunned from the Adda to Harry, the new environment and the words of Hestia.
- The ticket says I'm in Kent.
- And we, where are we? Where have brought us? This is moldy dump somewhere in England, or on some other planet? - The woman seemed to have completely forgotten the pantry full and the small detail of being safe from Vol .. Yes, in short, by the murder of Lily. Now he just wanted to get to work and clean from top to bottom of furniture, flooring and carpets. Would never accept that those two would use the wand in front of them, not even for the noble cause domestic hygiene.
Dudley watched the mother, without detergents and vacuum cleaners, was busy making those rooms as close as possible to their home in Privet Drive.
With bleary-eyed from sleep, he saw for the first time for what it really was. The shock of disappointment, almost impossible to bear for her newborn awareness, was not able to sweep away the affection remained steadfast in his heart as a son.
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