Wind is blowing in the cypresses Sky is clear as far as the eye sees Wind is blowing Sea is flowing And the olive grooves are growing In the warm and sweetly smelling breeze Gulls are crying at ships coming home Shores are dressed in white lace of sea-foam Gulls are crying Nets are drying And the fishermen are trying To sell their catch where the people roam Stars are gleaming in the evening sky In the warm air moths flutter and fly Stars are gleaming Children dreaming In the taverns wine is streaming Served with honey cake and goat cheese pie Lutes are singing in the fragrant air Artists, poets, actors are all there Lutes are singing Dancers swinging And the citar strings are ringing As theatres lure you in with flair
Original poetry
26
Literature
Gandalf limerick
There was a wizard titled Grey,
with his party he wouldn't stay.
Soloed boss fight:
"Now call me White,
how I leveled up, I won't say."
Tolkien themed poems
33
Visual
10
Literature
Crossroads of Light and Shadow
Summary: In a rainy night, Aragorn walks through the Midgewater marshes. But not all paths lead to good ends, and dark things lurk at the crossroads… A story with sound and visual effects :)
Rating: T
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it is not mine. If you don't recognize it, it's probably not mine, either. Not even the Neekerbreekers…
My thanks to openmeadow for an inspiring chat about senses =)
Dedicated to all my friends that walked with me through mud and rain, and that were lost with me until we found ourselves again.
Crossroads of Light and Shadow
Squelch. With effort he pulled his boot from the mud. It left a deep footpri
Fanfiction
7
Literature
Remembering the colors
This was the third time Paul had come to London... or wasn't it? He was in the train, but his memories of what happened before were muddled. Victoria Station. That was where he had to get off, to go... somewhere...
A woman caught his eye and smiled. A sense of welcome overcame his senses, made him feel weak in the knees. Maybe… he should follow her home?
Yes, he should. He knew that with certainty. Her colors signaled a clear invitation.
It was dark in the flat, the curtains drawn. She stood there, looking at him with big, dark eyes – almost like the surface of a mirror. He could see himself in them, his iridescent scales ind
Prose
4
Literature
Original poetry 26
Wind in the cypresses by MirachRavaia, literature
Literature
Wind in the cypresses
Wind is blowing in the cypresses Sky is clear as far as the eye sees Wind is blowing Sea is flowing And the olive grooves are growing In the warm and sweetly smelling breeze Gulls are crying at ships coming home Shores are dressed in white lace of sea-foam Gulls are crying Nets are drying And the fishermen are trying To sell their catch where the people roam Stars are gleaming in the evening sky In the warm air moths flutter and fly Stars are gleaming Children dreaming In the taverns wine is streaming Served with honey cake and goat cheese pie Lutes are singing in the fragrant air Artists, poets, actors are all there Lutes are singing Dancers swinging And the citar strings are ringing As theatres lure you in with flair
Set the sail, let the raven fly Threads of fate unfolding under midnight wing Raise your sword in a last goodbye Let the gods watch and the honey-tongued bard sing Take the oar, breathe the salty air Let the stars guide your way into unknown seas Feel the wind playing with your hair One last time breathe in the scent of the pine trees Leave the shores of your home behind The untamed forests and fjord's cruel beauty Seek new lands with riches to find Or let the Valkyries fulfill their duty Set the sail in this dawnless night To seek for death or for riches and glory As the sky fills with dancing light All of us shall become part of a story
Let me tell you of a city by MirachRavaia, literature
Literature
Let me tell you of a city
Let me tell you of a city in the desert's scorching heat Where women have eyes of fire and heroes love them and bleed Let me tell you of the fountains that mirror the stars at night, Of the daggers in the darkness and the laughter in the light Let me tell you of a city where the fairy-tales come true, In the endless sea of sand from which it like a mirage grew Let me tell you of the whispers of the wind behind the walls As a sandstorm is approaching and a lonely jackal howls Let me tell you of the music as a heartbeat of the street Let me tell you of the dancers with little bells on their feet Of the smells of thousand spices lingering in the bazaar, Of the palaces and beggars and caravans from afar Let me tell you of a city, maybe real maybe not Maybe it is just a mirage when the sun is burning hot Maybe it’s truth that I'm telling and it may be all a lie You may find city of wonders or you may get lost and die
"Ask me what I love."
"Alright. What do you love?"
"I love the spark in a mountain lake as the sun peeks between the peaks.
I love the whispers of the wind in the branches of majestic trees.
I love the scent of old books, the repeating tales stronger than time.
I love life."
"Oh, me too! Will we meet again?"
"Ask me what I love."
"What do you love, love?"
"I love you. You are my life."
"Ask us what we love."
"Okay, so what do you love?"
"We love the spark in our daughter's eyes as she watches a mountain lake.
We love the whisper of her feet as she runs between majestic trees.
We love the scent of her hair as it falls over the pages of an
Trees persist.
It is predestined in seeds,
written inside roottips.
Independent entities
tend to stop.
We need rest,
despite dependent on stress.
New repetitions in proteins.
Odd...
Pines were not.
Properties not stored.
Desert is wet in roots.
Reverse senescene, increase mice in size,
resources as an answer are:
one axis remains - survive.
So we survive...
We are same, one common cause
As crown recover our own.
Zero or six six six?
Necrosis occurs in neurons,
snow on our ruins, russian version in Arizona.
As mice, we survive.
Neurons are immune as reason arises.
Same nervous sex on reverse,
recessive resources on maximum.
New ruins, no reason,
snow in Arizona.
Concerns, concerns numerous.
Can we survive?
Hello, my friend! Yes, I mean you -
you who hear these words in your mind,
you who make the words become true,
in infinite space that's behind
your eyes, your true objective sight,
where shapes form letters, words form sound,
and thoughts form pictures, clear and bright,
where wings of your mind are not bound.
We are both wizards - you and me:
from letters we shape complete worlds.
Is this not what a spell should be?
Such power have the written words.
We fly, we swim, we fight, we run
all without moving from the chair.
Under bright stars and younger sun
we walk free with wind in our hair.
Videl som kone v Sultan Qaya
keď svitlo chladné ráno
Videl som kone v Sultan Qaya
hrivy im hladil vánok
Chcel som byť voľný ako oni
na svahoch Sultan Qaya
Chcel som byť voľný ako oni
kde sa zem s nebom spája
Pokorne skloniť ťažkú hlavu
v modlitbe k Matke Zemi
Pobozkať najprv skromnú trávu,
kým pastvu poskytne mi
Počul som hlasy v Sultan Qaya
ozveny dávnych piesní
Počul som hlasy v Sultan Qaya
čo krídla vetra niesli
To tiché hlasy predkov zneli
tam v kopcoch Sultan Qaya
To tiché
The sky so close, heaven so far
and sand is white, white as your arms
Look through the bars
look at the stars
night covered the land with her charms.
What are the lines between the stars?
The lines of fate, like in your palms
Who wrote them there
in the thin air
the sky is clear as the night calms
The ram, the bull, the twins, the crab
virgin and lion - you and me
Farewell my love,
we'll meet above
between the stars we will be free
I'll be the lion's brightest star:
where no treason can quench my light
and when I fall
to you I call:
Morituri te salutant!
Shhh...
Listen...
Do you hear it?
rustling trees,
buzzying bees,
summer breeze
someone's sneeze...
voice of street,
hearts that beat
people breathe,
then repeat
Rhythm set free:
one two three
one two three
hear the song
dance with me
There's melody in my mind
Magical melody, murmuring, moody
Musical mystical moving melody
There's melody in my mind
But shh....
Listen...
I'll tell you a secret.
I cannot sing.
Imagine that feeling.
Those tones frozen between your mind and mouth, that melody you can't express.
Imagine one of those songs that give you goosebumps, that clutch your heart and make you cry "Yes! Yes, that's it!"
Imagine yo