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Maybe the stars do not really exist, maybe they're just glowing signs of love from deep space.

Multimedia

Music, drawing, words... on the verge of the universe.

 

Standing

Lamb - Small

Small

Sometimes I climb high above the city
To see all the lights shining there so pretty
And think of the millions of lives going on
At this present moment and those come and gone

And it make me float free
To feel how small my life must be
And it make me float free
To feel how small my life must be

When ever I can I go down to the sea
And wonder at how many miles there must be
And all of the people on all of its shores
At this present moment and those gone before

And it makes me float free
To feel how small my life must be
And it makes me float free...

Sometimes I'm out in the bustling street
Dazzled by all of the faces I see
It strikes me we get lost so soon after birth
But one smile can turn over heaven and earth

And it makes me float free
To feel how small my life must be
And it makes me float free
To feel how small my life must be
And it makes me float free
To feel how small my life must be
And it makes me float free
To feel how small my life must be

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Drawing by Wilg, words and music by Lamb

Simple past and perfect present

Water for Elephants: A Novel

Dennis (thank you) was right to say that it is a great story.

Strong, moving, true, it goes back and forth in time, between an elderly house and a train circus. Two distinct time sets, two different narrative lines, but one voice, able to speak of life and death, hard times and real friendship, hate and wrath, love and passion, in a way that does not fail in capturing the reader till the very last line. At least.

Mix and Match

heartfully caring for each other on earth
carving hearts in our heart
dreaming of one hearth to share

Isle Of View

Longing for a touch of sky, she heaved a heavy but knowingly sigh. For looking within the depths of brown and blue, she saw it melting into one undescribable marvelous hue.

The boat had dropped all passengers on the shore before sailing away again.  Not even the time to rearrange her bags and she was left alone.  No-one to greet her, no buses, no taxis.  She had to rely on the rough directions of that brochure drawing, rather a sketch than a proper map.

After the longest walk of her life, she realized that was the place.  Its looks were not luxurious, but she did like a good sense of humour and their payoff certainly was not a dull one: "love and lust at leisure".  Still, she went to bed a little skeptical.  When she woke up the next morning, though, she knew all of a sudden that even their name was meaningful and true.

Weeks later, when she found that brochure at the bottom of her purse, she shook her head, trying to shake memories away, but she could not help smiling with a twinkle in her eyes.  Heaven On Earth was a place she had to visit again, soon.

Shadowy past

Winter solstice was yet to come

Before solstice

(photo taken by Scrivana)

Inventionry

Aheart : a deeper way of looking ahead
Fheal good : sentimental therapy
Glowing stronger : becoming bigger inside, promoting love development
Karmly : in a state of trust and soul tranquillity
Twingling : ready to a feathered shine

Antidote

The best thing about a prediction is that it forces you to look forward, and that's what I need.

A source that has never been more than lukewarm will get downright tropical. An influence that has been inhospitable to your passion will become fertile and welcoming. As a result, you will bloom in a way you never have before.

Open air

When a ladybird comes to you, it brings you good luck, so they say.
That may be true; indeed, it probably is; well, let's say it is definitely true.

And yet, the real reason why you are happy with ladybirds is that you know they stay there because they want to. They would be free to fly away otherwise, wouldn't they?

Web & Blackberry

Web & Blackberry