Open Endings
Thank you,
For making life beautiful again.
I followed the bread crumbs
Home.
You colour my life in
Outside the lines.
I came chasing after you
Only to see you were holding me first.
Thank you,
For making life beautiful again.
posted by Jeanne @ 4:00 PM
2 Comments:
What a sweet little thing to say upon the website that hangs about the screen in modern fashion of erosion of pixels wandering together...
Nice shot my little jeanne jeanne.
just thinking of you, although...
your very kind and uterrly (what does that mean?) poetic brother....
today the english national progamme inspired me of this extract which for some reason i really like:
--> "It is a northern country; they have cold weather, they have cold hearts.
Cold; tempest; wild beasts in the forest. It is a hard life. Their houses are built of logs, dark and smoky within. There will be a crude icon of the virgin behind a guttering candle, the leg of a pig hung up to cure, a string of drying mushrooms. A bed, a stool, a table. Harsh, brief, poor lives.
To these upland woodsmen, the Devil is as reals as you or I. More so; they have not seen us nor even know that we exist, but the Devil they glimpse often in the graveyards, those bleak and touching townships of the dead where the graves are marked with portraits of the deceased in the naif style and there are no flowers to put in front of them, no flowers grow there, so they put out small votive offerings, little loaves, sometimes a cake that the bears come lumbering from the margins of the forests to snatch away. At midnight, especially on Walpurgisnacht, the Devil holds picnics in the graveyards and invites the witches; then they dig up fresh corpses, and eat them. Anyone will tell you that.
Wreaths of garlic on the doors keep out the vampires."
I shall nopw go to norway.
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