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N e r e i d a - die schwarze Perle . . .: Heimatland
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N e r e i d a - die schwarze Perle . . . Sonntag, 20. März 2011. Die Küste ists von deinem Heimatland,. An der ich träumend heut nach Jahren liege,. Ich fühl ihn nicht: Mir liegt das Land in Sonne,. Wo ich dich fand! Abonnieren Kommentare zum Post (Atom). Nereida, geb. am 26.02.2010. Nereïden sind in der griechischen Mythologie die Töchter des Nereus und der Doris: Meeresnymphen, die als Begleiterinnen des Gottes Posei-. Don in Höhlen am Grunde des Mee-. Sämtliche Bilder und Inhalte.
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abracassandra: light [in a dream]
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160; abracassandra. Light [in a dream]. Always we are following a light,. Always the light recedes; with groping hands. We stretch toward this glory, while the lands. We journey through are hidden from our sight. Dim and mysterious, folded deep in night,. We care not, all our utmost need demands. Is but the light, the light! So still it stands. Surely our own if we exert our might. Never can'st thou grasp this fleeting gleam,. Its glowing flame would die if it were caught,. Light [in a dream].
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abracassandra: more than myself [selfreflexion]
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160; abracassandra. More than myself [selfreflexion]. Not that it was beautiful,. But that, in the end, there was. A certain sense of order there;. In that narrow diary of my mind,. In the commonplaces of the asylum. Where the cracked mirror. Or my own selfish death. I tapped my own head;. It was glass, an inverted bowl. To rage inside your own bowl. At first it was private. Then it was more than myself. Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,. Enwrought with golden and silver light,. As I see it.
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abracassandra: Don't Let Go // Sojourns in the Parallel World [Zwei Seelen, ach...!]
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160; abracassandra. Don't Let Go / Sojourns in the Parallel World. Zwei Seelen, ach! I can't believe this moment's come. It's so incredible that we're alone. There's so much to be said and done. It's impossible not to be overcome. Will you forgive me if I feel this way. Cuz we've just met - tell me that's OK. So take this feeling'n make it grow. Never let it - never let it go. Dont let go of the things you believe in). You give me something that I can believe in. Dont' let go of this moment in time).
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abracassandra: Just keep going
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160; abracassandra. God speaks to each of us as he makes us,. Then walks with us silently out of the night. These are words we dimly hear:. You, sent out beyond your recall,. Go to the limits of your longing. Flare up like flame. And make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. Had I the heavens' embroidered ...
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160; abracassandra. I carry your heart with me(i carry it in. My heart)i am never without it(anywhere. I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done. By only me is your doing,my darling). No fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want. No world(for beautiful you are my world,my true). And it's you are whatever a moon has always meant. And whatever a sun will always sing is you. Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud. December 14, 2013 1:20 PM. As I see it.
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abracassandra: June 2012
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160; abracassandra. God speaks to each of us as he makes us,. Then walks with us silently out of the night. These are words we dimly hear:. You, sent out beyond your recall,. Go to the limits of your longing. Flare up like flame. And make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. Let It Be Forgotten. Enwrought ...
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abracassandra: October 2011
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160; abracassandra. With the face goes a mirror. With the face goes a mirror. As with the mind a world. Likeness tells the doubting eye. That strangeness is not strange. At an early hour and knowledge. Identity not yet familiar. Looks back upon itself from later,. With reality-to-be goes time. With the mind goes a world. Wit the heart goes a weather. With the face goes a mirror. As with the body a fear. Young self goes staring to the wall. Where dumb futurity speaks calm,. And between then and then.
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abracassandra: friends
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160; abracassandra. Two of my three cats, 13 and 15 years old; sometimes, when I overlook the years we spent together, I think (and I feel and I know) that they are among the best friends I ever had. My friends do not know. But what could my friends not know? James A. Emanuel. Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,. Enwrought with golden and silver light,. The blue and the dim and the dark cloths. Of night and light and the half light,. I would spread the cloths under your feet:. As I see it.
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N e r e i d a - die schwarze Perle . . .: April 2011
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N e r e i d a - die schwarze Perle . . . Montag, 4. April 2011. Samstag, 2. April 2011. Harry Potter zieht zweifellos auch Ziegen in seinen Bann. Nereida, geb. am 26.02.2010. Nereïden sind in der griechischen Mythologie die Töchter des Nereus und der Doris: Meeresnymphen, die als Begleiterinnen des Gottes Posei-. Don in Höhlen am Grunde des Mee-. Res wohnen, Seefahrer mit Spielen unterhalten und Schiffbrüchige be-. Schen vom Meer erhofften (z.B. Eudora = "die gute Schenkerin").
