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If u can tell me what that means u can have a cookie :3 P.S. Rorschach-"Because there is good and there is evil, and evil must be punished. Even in the face of Armageddon I shall not compromise in this."
Dedicato a te
così simile a me
Dedicato a te
Nata libera
Guardiana del sole
Custode del mare
Dedicato a te
Che dormi fra ali di gabbiani
Che mi hai regalato
riccioli di fusa
gocce di cuore
Quando eravamo lassù
Noi due sole
Le ore
Le ore
Dentro a una luce di sole
A un’ombra di luna
Io voglio per te solo fortuna
Ed ora t’immagino
tra l’azzurro del tuo paradiso
E lo smeraldo del bosco
T’immagino accarezzata
da ali di farfalle
Sussurri di vento
Bagliori di sale
T’immagino l’ultima sera così
come t’ho incontrata
coi tuoi occhi d’oro puro
Tu mi hai stregata
Dedicato a te
Nata Libera
Guardiana del sole
Custode del mare.
A Lilith
Born Free
Dedicated to you
so like me
Dedicated to you
Born Free
Guardian of the sun
Guardian of the Sea
Dedicated to you
Sleeper between wings of seagulls
You gave me
curls merged
drops of heart
When we were there
We are only two
Hours
Hours
Inside a sunlight
A shadow of the moon
I wish for you just luck
And now you can imagine
between the blue of your paradise
And the emerald forest
Can you imagine caressed
by butterfly wings
Whispering Wind
Salt glow
Can you imagine the last night so
as I have met
with your eyes pure gold
You've bewitched
Dedicated to you
Born Free
Guardian of the sun
Guardian of the Sea.
To Lilith
[Katia Celestini]
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Barche, ormeggiate in una secca del Golfo di Catania. Sembrano custodite, maestosamente, dall'Etna, col suo privilegiato affaccio al mare.
È l’ora più bella, quando la luce del tramonto rende i contorni più nitidi, i colori più intensi. E io sono qui, come sempre, non posso mancare al mio appuntamento. Davanti a me il mare, che instancabile si infrange sulla scogliera, aspra e imponente da togliere il respiro. Un po’ a sinistra il profilo rassicurante della chiesa, il bianco e il nero delle strisce che la vestono appena percepibili contro il sole. E oltre, l’isola, così vicina.
Un luogo perfetto per un incontro d’amore. Uno dei più romantici al mondo. Ma non è questo che mi aspetta. Non l’uomo che amo, e neanche un amico o anche solo qualcuno con cui condividere il mio stato d’animo.
Intorno a me vedo tante persone. Turisti, che arrivano da paesi lontani per visitare il luogo che con il suo nome celebra la bellezza. Molti invece hanno percorso poca strada. Provengono dai paesi vicini, dalla città che si specchia in questo splendido golfo e che proprio adesso è accarezzata dagli ultimi raggi del sole. Non sono mossi dalla curiosità, ma solo dal desiderio di ritrovare se stessi, o sono qui semplicemente per godere di questo spettacolo, gratuito. Per colmare la loro anima con la bellezza costruita dall’uomo e quella regalata da Dio.
Nessuno di loro si offre di ascoltare la mia storia. Nessuno è interessato alle mie fantasie, alle mie paure. Passano davanti a me senza mai incrociare il mio sguardo. Alcuni mi siedono accanto, sfiorandomi appena, silenziosi. Altri invece deridono le mie forme generose, troppo. Questo però mi turba meno dell’indifferenza. Sola in mezzo ad una moltitudine di individui.
E non c’è modo di cambiare questo stato di cose. Immobile, incapace di accennare il più semplice movimento, il mio pesantissimo corpo si oppone ai miei ordini. Ho tentato, quante volte, senza risultato. Sono qui, da un tempo che mi sembra infinito. Condannata.
Ma con la mente posso alzarmi e non solo in piedi, posso volare, in alto, insieme ai gabbiani che tanto invidio, e posso oltrepassare l’isola, fino a vedere solo l’azzurro del cielo e del mare. E una volta raggiunto l’orizzonte, scoprire altri luoghi meravigliosi, di cui ho sentito raccontare dalle persone che sono passate da qui, che davanti a me hanno condiviso con altri la loro esperienza. O che si sono sedute, da sole, e hanno parlato, a volte pianto, sfogando le loro angosce, pensando di non essere ascoltate, di avere accanto solo una statua.
Nota: a Portovenere, vicino alla scalinata che conduce alla grotta Byron, si trova una statua che raffigura una donna dalle forme “generose”, seduta. Credo rappresenti la fertilità, anche se non sono riuscita a trovare informazioni a riguardo. È stata la mia fonte di ispirazione.
Francesca Lavezzoli
...better seen large please.
"...è il mio angelo custode, se così si può dire. E' grazie a lui se adesso sono qui."
"...he's my guardian angel, if I may say so. I must thank him if now I'm here."
by glp
Mach keine Türen auf in diesem Haus!
Gepresster Atem, pfui! und Röcheln von Erwürgten,
nichts andres gibt's in diesen Mauern.
Mach keine Türen auf! Schleich nicht herum.
Sitz an der Tür wie ich und wünsch den Tod
und das Gericht herbei auf sie und ihn.
(H. von Hofmannstahl, Elektra)
Non aprire porte, in questa casa,
respiro strozzato, puh! e rantoli di scannati!
nient'altro abita queste mura!
non aprire porte! Non trascinarti intorno,
acquàttati accanto all'uscio, come faccio io, e invoca la morte
e il giudizio su di lei e su lui!
Museo Benaki.
Trittico, XVII sec.
Al centro è raffigurata la Vergine Portaitissa (Custode della Porta) del Monastero di Iviron, circondata da San Paolo di Xeropotamos e Sant'Eleuterio.
Benaki Museum.
Triptych, 17th century
In the center is depicted the Virgin Portaitissa (Guardian of the Gate) of the Iviron Monastery, surrounded by Saint Paul of Xeropotamos and Saint Eleutherius.
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It is high time for me to put an end to your sitting in this place, which you have dishonored by your contempt of all virtue, and defiled by your practice of every vice; ye are a factious crew, and enemies to all good government; ye are a pack of mercenary wretches, and would like Esau sell your country for a mess of pottage, and like Judas betray your God for a few pieces of money.
Is there a single virtue now remaining amongst you? Is there one vice you do not possess? Ye have no more religion than my horse; gold is your God; which of you have not barter’d your conscience for bribes? Is there a man amongst you that has the least care for the good of the Commonwealth?
Ye sordid prostitutes have you not defil’d this sacred place, and turn’d the Lord’s temple into a den of thieves, by your immoral principles and wicked practices? Ye are grown intolerably odious to the whole nation; you were deputed here by the people to get grievances redress’d, are yourselves gone! So! Take away that shining bauble there, and lock up the doors.
In the name of God, go!
Dissolution of the Long Parliament by Oliver Cromwell given to the House of Commons 20 April 1653
Museo Cileno di Arte Precolombiana.
Il Machi è il custode della conoscenza ancestrale dei Mapuche sul mondo naturale e soprannaturale.
Agisce come guaritore e mediatore tra il popolo e le divinità. Attraverso la trance, comunica con gli antenati e parla a nome della divinità creatrice.
I suoi rituali includono la musica e il suo strumento personale è il tamburo, o kultrún, decorato con i quattro punti cardinali.
Il rewe, o altare, è una scala che simboleggia la comunicazione tra il regno celeste e quello terreno.
La foto mostra alcuni oggetti usati dal Machi durante le cerimonie:
- in alto, kultrún, tamburo cerimoniale e bacchetta.
- in basso a sinistra, copricapo cerimoniale.
- al centro a sinistra, flauto di legno. Pifilca.
Chilean Museum of Pre-Columbian Art.
The Machi is the guardian of the Mapuche's ancestral knowledge of the natural and supernatural world.
He acts as a healer and mediator between the people and the deities. Through trance, he communicates with the ancestors and speaks on behalf of the creator deity.
His rituals include music, and his personal instrument is the drum, or kultrún, decorated with the four cardinal points.
The rewe, or altar, is a ladder that symbolizes communication between the celestial and earthly realms.
The photo shows some objects used by the Machi during ceremonies:
- top, kultrún, ceremonial drum and wand.
- bottom left, ceremonial headdress.
- center left, wooden flute. Pifilca.
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A few quick little builds from Watchmen. There’s not really much in the way of actual building here, more just careful placement of parts. I did the Comedian’s badge first, then threw together Rorschach’s calling card, and I think both look good.
Last weekend I was at the Book Fair of Turin (Italy). Instead of looking at the books, I photographed people why - year after year - the fair has become an event of promotion, adopting original strategies to get noticed by the public, as this guardian angel walking behind the author and mimicking fluctuations flight.
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Lo scorso fine settimana sono stata al Salone del Libro di Torino (Italia). A differenza di tante edizioni passate, anziché guardare i libri, ho fotografato le persone perché - edizione dopo edizione - il Salone si è trasformato in una kermesse della promozione, adottando strategie sempre più originali per farsi notare dal pubblico, come questo angelo custode che camminava dietro l'autrice e mimando le fluttuazioni del volo.
Banks and economical markets told us what to do, where to cut our funds, who to pay less, who to pay more... they are watching us... they say ... but, who watch the watchers?
Kythira, Agia Moni monastry
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Questo monastero di Agia Moni si trova sulla vetta di una delle montagne dell'isola, ci si può arrivare in macchina oppure a piedi partendo dal mare (noi ovviamente siamo salite a piedi, bellissimo sentiero).
La signora che vedete lì seduta è la custode, non parla una parola di alcuna lingua tranne probabilmente il greco (ma dubito che si capisca davvero con i suoi compatrioti): sembra totalmente persa nel nulla, probabilmente è impazzita a forza di stare seduta lì... perchè il luogo è completamente deserto, immerso nella natura e nel silenzio... e lei lì seduta sulla sua seggiolina, a guardare nel vuoto.
Mi ha fatto una grande tristezza ma a dire la verità non sembrava così triste!
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This monastery of Agia Moni is located on the summit of one of the island's mountains, you can get there by car or on foot, starting from the sea (we climbed it, wonderful path).
The lady you see sitting there is the guardian, she does not speak a word of any language other than probably the greek (but I doubt that she can really understand with her compatriots): she seemed totally lost in anything, maybe she got crazy by sitting there. .. because the place is completely deserted, surrounded by nature and silence ... and she sat there on his chair, staring into space.
It made me very sad but to tell the truth she did'nt look so sad!
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We Continued our walk. deeper and deeper into this long forgotten warzone we went. eventually things stoped to bug me. I just looked at bodies like they had been put there on purpose. Destroyed buildings where just under construction and stray dogs where just lost pups looking for thier masters, who I assured was a 10 year old Boy, who lived on a farm somewhere. Which made me think of Olaf and spots for some reason. but I knew spots was in good hands back with the Driver.
I guess we all needed a way to cope with things. I don't care how many wars you have been in, the Gore of a battle scene never gets to be normal. We where walking past a large building that was half colapsed. I spotted some rubble roll down the side of a massive hill of concrete. I thought nothing of it at first. Until It happened again and I saw something move.
"There is something out there guys" Said the boy, who had now filed into the middle of the group.
"Yeah I kno-" I was cut off by my own mind. I started to feel very dizzy. I stumbled over to a charcoaled Sedan. I looked back to see Olafs massive frame go down. I tried to wipe my eyes before I passed out too. And there It was, Some Kind of Man sized Spider crawling down the pile of rubble. Then I blacked out.
I awoke Later. I wasn't sure how late but the first thing I saw was the whole world turned upside down. Then I realized that It was I, that was upside down. I was coated in some kind of Webbing. I could barely move, but with A flick of a pocket knife, I was able to free myself. I fell a good 4 feet to the ground, It hurt but there was no time to bleed and complain. I looked around to see my squad and the Boy in the same positions, All still asleep. Sophie and her Men where nowhere in sight.
I looked around for something to defend myself with. What I came up with was an old Greyhawk M3 Machete. I looked around more and came up with a Banner pole for an EC flag, and used what tattered, Dusted flag pieces there where left to tie the Machete to the Pole. It really wasn't even a Machete, More like a devilish Sword. It wasn't a RA issue weapon, But Soldiers liked it for its looks and razor sharp blade. So they would purchase it with thier own money.
I started to hear movement in the dark area we where in. It looked like a Parking Garage, but beams of light showed through the upper levels. I could hear the beast getting closer. A clicking noise it made as it walked, gave me somewhat of an advantage. I tore off my Greyhawk Combat Armour. If I was going to fight I needed no restrictions. I left only the Olive Dab shirt I wored and My leggings and combat boots. I also Ripped off my helmet, exposing my closely shaved head.
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The creature sprang from the darkness and landed infront of me. I could Finally make out what It was. I had seen one before when I hunted on Granhue. They are large Spiders the size of Men. Poisoness and very strong. But this one was different. Random legs where replaced with steel Versions, that bulked out and had wires running between them. Its mouth held thousand of Shark Hook like teeth. And half of the Eyes in its head where optical lenses. The torso was plated, but it left some parts exposed. I could also make out A large EC flag bolted into both steel and skin.
It let out a ear piercing metalic scream and went for me. I quickly dodged it.
We began to circle each other. Every movement was at about half the normal speed. I kept my arms in position and chose my steps carefully. The Creature stood on its hind legs and kicked its fore legs. I then spotted its weak spot. A plate of steel hung from its under belly. the bolts rusted. I could see ligaments and blood under it, maybe even a heart.
The creature sprang again and I let loose a terrible blow on its back. Sparks flew and the creature was un damaged, just even more mad. It stood on its legs again and I took the chance. The creature noticed my move and snapped its legs down and bent the titanium staff. I rolled over to where it had fallen and started to untie the Machete from the now bent pole.
The creature charged me, And with all my might I gave it a hard kick in the mouth with my steel tipped combat boot. It reared back an I slid The jagged blade into its belly. There was a quick silence before the Un-bearable screams form the beast. It sprayed blood and Oil all over my arm. I didn't mind, I was too busy Laughing at its pain. Like a mad man I kackeled at the dieing beast. I spit on it and returned to my comrads. I found Olaf cutting down the boy, Srgt Granhue and Grapes.
"Thanks for the help Comrads" I said as I bent down, My adrenaline had worn off and the Pain and Tired being that comes with a fierce battle was setting in.
"Alright....." I panted
"lets go get sophie"
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