« And what is to transcend? To realize that nothing is true and everything is permitted. That laws arise not from divinity but through fate. I realize now that our creed demands us not to be free, but to be wise.»
(from Assassin's Creed)
Enry o Enrychan, età compresa tra i 18 e i 1000 anni (fate vobis). Disegna fumetti. Ama le cose epiche. Ama Assassin's Creed. Detesta i pomodori e il pesce. Legge, scribacchia, frigna, fangirla, squittisce di tanto in tanto, distribuisce morsi a destra e a manca, ma se chiedete di lei è molto più probabile che stia dormendo da qualche parte.
Music
X-Ray Dog Revolutionary Mix
Wishlist
Finire la sessione d'esami estiva Finire la sessione d'esami invernale Finire BM Pilot 6 Finire BM Pilot 7 Assassin's Creed II Assassin's Creed Bloodlines Assassin's Creed Lineage Assassin's Creed Renaissance Finire BM Pilot... ...e farlo stampare! Lucca Comics 2009 :Q__ Finire le 12 tavole di Achilleùs Rifare il capitolo pilota di Nemo Cain Occidat Finire l'artbook di BloodyMoon!
Niente, stavo scrivendo un post bellissimo (???) ma evidentemente splinder non era d'accordo con me, per cui, ecco.
Buon Nataleeeee!*C*
...No aspetta, è passato.
Felice anno nuovoooo!*C* Per questo sono ancora in tempo, sì. *controlla il calendario in basso sullo schermo*
Ieri sera ho visto Il castello errante di Howl, delizioso!*C* Anche se non ci ho capito una cippa!*C*
Ah, mi sto convertendo al paganesimo. E non parlo della wicca. Parlo di questi qui. Doveva succedere prima o poi.
Tra l'altro volevo fare la foto ai bigné al cioccolato che ho pasticciato con le mie manine sante, ma si sono volatilizzati prima che riuscissi a rintracciare la macchina. Sarà per la prossima volta.\é_è/
Il mio cervello si sta sciogliendo e tra poco colerà via dalle orecchie e non sarà un bello spettacolo, io vi avverto, poi fate un po' voi. Dopo questa amena immagine, con cui avrò senz'altro rischiarato la vostra giornata, vi lascio a una canzone che io nella mia profonda ignoranza pensavo fosse dei Blackmore's e invece scopro che è una meravigliosa ballata cinquecentesca di cui per ora sono riuscita solo a raccattare il mid, ma di cui mi procurerò anche l'mp3. Sono disposta ad uccidereh.°_*
Greensleeves
(poss. Henry VIII of England, 1500's.)
Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.
Chorus:
Greensleeves was all my joy
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady greensleeves.
Your vows you've broken, like my heart,
Oh, why did you so enrapture me?
Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.
chorus
I have been ready at your hand,
To grant whatever you would crave,
I have both wagered life and land,
Your love and good-will for to have.
chorus
If you intend thus to disdain,
It does the more enrapture me,
And even so, I still remain
A lover in captivity.
chorus
My men were clothed all in green,
And they did ever wait on thee;
All this was gallant to be seen,
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
chorus
Thou couldst desire no earthly thing,
but still thou hadst it readily.
Thy music still to play and sing;
And yet thou wouldst not love me.
chorus
Well, I will pray to God on high,
that thou my constancy mayst see,
And that yet once before I die,
Thou wilt vouchsafe to love me.
chorus
Ah, Greensleeves, now farewell, adieu,
To God I pray to prosper thee,
For I am still thy lover true,
Come once again and love me.
Non sono morta. Sto solo stipando una tonnellata di nomi date luoghi avvenimenti nel mio cervello a tempo di record. Vi informerò quando l'armadio intellettivo esploderà.
Siccome i miei post stanno assumendo significati sempre più intensi e profondi, direi di completare il ciclo con un po' di sana pubblicità non richiesta. Tra l'altro è da anni che aspetto che i Blackmore's sborsino qualcosa per la mia opera di evangelizzazione, ma per ora nada. Nell'attesa, cambiamo genere. Convertitevi! =ç=
E lucevan le stelle
ed olezzava la terra...
Stridea l'uscio dell'orto
e un passo sfiorava la rena...
Entrava ella fragrante...
Mi cadea tra le braccia...
O dolci baci, o languide carezze
mentr'io fremente le belle forme disciogliea dai veli...
Svanì per sempre il sogno mio d'amore.
L'ora è fuggita, e muoio disperato!
E non amato mai tanto la vita!
(Tosca, G.Puccini)
Piangete con me, razza di insensibili!ç_ç *frigna*
Siccome ho la macchina fotografica nuova che fa le foto più fighe mi è presa la mania. Vedrete che passerà presto. Non preoccupatevi. Intanto, visto che gli iris del post precedente avevano avuto successo, vi faccio vedere quelli che sono sbocciati stamattina tutti insieme. XD
Questo invece è il mio cane a pois che prendeva il sole nei pressi. Una faccia molto sveglia bisogna dire.<3
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I have often dreamed
Of a far off place Where a hero's welcome
Would be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer
When they see my face And a voice keeps saying
This is where I'm meant to be
I'll be there someday
I can go the distance
I will find my way
If I can be strong
I know ev'ry mile
Will be worth my while
When I go the distance
I'll be right where I belong
Down an unknown road To embrace my fate
Though the road may wander
It will lead me to you And a thousand years
Would be worth the wait It may take a lifetime
But somehow I'll see it through
And I won't look back I can go the distance And I'll stay on track No I won't accept defeat It's an uphill slope But I won't lose hope Till I go the distance
And my journey is complete
But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part For a hero's strength is measured by his heart
Like a shooting star
I can go the distance
I will search the world
I will face its harms I don't care how far I can go the distance TillI find my hero's welcome
Waiting in your arms...
I will search the world
I will face its harms Till I find my hero's welcome
Waiting in your arms...
Well I'll be damned Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
My hand on the telephone Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago Heading straight for a fall
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs My poetry was lousy you said Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks Oh and you brought me something
We both know what memories can bring They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene Already a legend The unwashed phenomenon The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell Would keep you unharmed
Now I see you standing
With leaves falling around
And snow in your hair Now you're smiling out the window
Of that hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it You are always so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now It's all coming back too clearly Oh I loved you dearly And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
Diamonds and rust
Diamonds and rust
Diamonds and rust
(Blackmore's Night, Diamonds and rust)
(Se sono fissata non è colpa mia. La colpa è sua. Sua. Stronzo.)
Far from the worn path of reason
Further away from the sane
He battles his shadows and demons
Fighting to light the way
And the dust and the dirt cloud his vision
Onward he rides unafraid
He fights the good fight for good reason
A star that refuses to fade
Still he braves his path…
While windmills only laugh
She was wounded and wild when he found her
He saw her through child’s eyes
She fell for the spell he was under
Each day a brand new surprise
And she watches with strange curiosity
She wants so much to believe
Trying to break the chains of reality
Dying to set herself free
Though he may appear tattered and broken
His clothes are shabby and bare
Still he glows like the light from a candle
With passion of one who still cares
There was always a rhyme to the reason
Peering out from tired eyes
The truth finally came in treason
So wrong, but so justified… So wrong but so justified…
Windmills close their eyes…
There have been many tales
Tainted by truth twisted by time
Some choose to forget
Yet it still
Weaves webs in their minds
And it seems like she’s been here forever
Her branches as black as the seas She’s been through it all
By the luck of the draw
She became the old hanging tree…
She asked for nothing
Except maybe
A little rain… They used her strength
To help them steal lives away…
And she witnessed the sadness and sorrow
To this day she still doesn’t know why But her heart broke
When they came with the rope
To declare her the old hanging tree…
Life stranger than fiction
Can make you want to cry Roots could never stop her
From reaching for the sky… Those years have all past
Lucky for us lucky for her..
Now, children play at her feet
And in her arms she cradles birds… And it seems she’s been here forever
These days are the best that she’s seen Still somewhere in the back
Of her mind
There's the time
She was known as the old hanging tree…
Yes somewhere in the back
Of her mind
There's the time
She was known as the old hanging tree…
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