Thursday, December 01, 2011

Like a whisper. [#27 - Lord of the Hill]


In his beautiful man profile, so singular, sunlight was singing his madrigals. Insignificant and natural whisper,  feeble thread of voice, a trifling whisper ... ...

[On the wide leather armchair, Lord Konrad repeated a very dark and primitive song]

Through the glass and cold eye, the shadow of the sun danced an ephemeral compass... was dancing with the cryptic song... cryptic dark song...   ...

[Iha sie a Rae^ mo-beahiu ka-l ezaune ghret sos bardudas kem phleras da neaba...   ...   ]
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A Golden Bough