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Nahuask — Moons eagerness II
Published: 2013-03-02 11:06:35 +0000 UTC; Views: 1131; Favourites: 46; Downloads: 21
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Texture :I was torn between these two pictures of the serie.
Then,i post the two
Same moment,different feeling...
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Candles light masks skin with flame, golden soul to claim, shadows symphony to play a nocturnal masquerade.
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i am torn as well - but i love this one even more than the first.
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I think me too!
Thank you so much
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TAG! you've been tweeted by the Fortress ! /
COUCOU ! la forteresse vous a tweeté ! [link]
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Merci pour le touit!
(Ce mur ...de la forteresse sur touitland me fait étrangement pensé à quelque chose)
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Oh.Bel endroit pour les errances de l'OG
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[link] (en bas - excuse la piètre qualité)
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Yes!!Merci beaucoup.Ne connaissant pas ce site et étant quelque peu fascinée par les vieilles pierres et les légendes qui s'y rattachent,j'ai cherchouillé et trouvé des infos ahurissantes (phénomène solaire,templiers,Graal etc).Sans doute vais je creuser un peu plus profondément le sujet.
Nephilim sinon?
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eheh
en hiver c'est le pied... personne... vent froid pluie neige
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J'imagine l'atmosphère hantée qui doit y régner.Hot tea with ghosts...
tu y vas souvent?
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dès que je peux... là je ne vais pas tarder je pense
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Tu vas nous ramener de belles images
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It seems more distant, and yet more sensual and intense. The smoke moves and dances around her like a veil. The perspective is superb, I hadn't notice so much at first until I’d really looked, but it how it stands between the viewer and she like a tower and it gives great feeling through that view. I hear a waltz in my mind, moonlit music by candlelight, sensuous strings rising and falling like the tide as she moves in the haze. She does not she, she doesn’t need, she is of the twilight. She is the mood eagerness. Brilliant.
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Tonight the moon, by languorous memories obsessed,
Lies pensive and awake: a sleepless beauty amid
The tossed and mu"titudinous cushions of her bed,
Caressing with an abstracted hand the curve of her breast.
Surrendered to her deep sadness as to a lover, for hours
She lolls in the bright luxurious disarray of the sky —
Haggard, entranced — and watches the small clouds float by
Uncurling indolently in the blue air like flowers.
When now and then upon this planet she lets fall,
Out of her idleness and sorrow, a secret tear,
Some poet — an enemy of slumber, musing apart —
Catches in his cupped hands the unearthly tribute, all
Fiery and iridescent like an opal's sphere,
And hides it from the sun for ever in his heart.
Charles Baudelaire.Sorrow of the moon (Flowers of Evil)
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Oh merci beaucoup France
(Ou est donc passé ton joli avatar?)
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Merci d'ombres et lumières.
(Ps du coq à l’âne ,le houblon est très amer en infusion)
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(ah ! merci - du miel à la rescousse 
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Celle-ci est davantage langoureuse en même temps alanguie. Plus sensuelle.
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Oui,sans doute moins "intériorisée" que la précédente.
Merci beaucoup
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