Thursday, November 17, 2011

Portrait of an artist [#21 - Lord of the Hill]


  A long long long corridor; it have as well a dozen paintings.

  The artist looked, gaze lost on roof, plaster ceiling. Flying away, the smoky snake born at a green cigarette. 
  His art is this?
  It is beauty, I mean: on that?
^ Your elegant intelligence, where is it?

^ I also am a Lord ...                 [Insolent reply, it was ...]
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Vagrant winds [#20 - Lord of the Hill]


<> Oh! Vagrant winds of the winter evening!
      Behold this ancient & sleepy window! Behind it there is the a tree! Golden candles at the happy leaves!
      Hills of a feminine shape, a landscape
      Dark line on the horizon
      Are my thoughts. Oh sweet wind of anguish! Remember me? You know who I could be?

hjuuu-hjuuu - hjuuu!!!
<> You, longtime friend, Lord Konrad without a doubt!
hjuuu-hjuuu - hjuuu!!!
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Dropped down [#19 - Lord of the Hill]


<> Sr Smith! Sr Smith!? Can you come to see the fire of chimney please?                                                                   [get up the heart!]

<> Yes My Lord, I am here Mr Konrad! What must I see for? 

<> There are many little rainbows in the sparks. Can not you recognize  the angelical shapes there? 

<> Have not dropped down [Angels], still not, my Lord.
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A Golden Bough