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A craft moment:
Thing....* *Could we see when and where we are to meet again, we would be more tender when we bid our friends goodbye.* Marie Louise De La Ramee

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Where there is desire...

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...There is gonna be a flame.

10th Aug 2015, 20:49   | tags:,comments (3)


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No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.

7th Jun 2015, 19:45   comments (5)

Birthday wishes...

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...and gay boy kisses. It is her birthday today!

Falling Stars

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*Do you remember still the falling stars
that like swift horses through the heavens raced
and suddenly leaped across the hurdles
of our wishes -- do you recall?
And we did make so many! For there were countless numbers of stars:
Each time we looked above we were
astounded by the swiftness of their daring play,
while in our hearts we felt safe and secure
watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate,
knowing somehow we had survived their fall.*

Rainer Maria Rilke
23rd Apr 2015, 20:33   | tags:,,,comments (0)

A Breath Away

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*Fly me up to where you are
Beyond the distant star...*
6th Apr 2015, 21:08   | tags:,,comments (3)

Just like a distant star...

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24th Jan 2015, 21:50   | tags:,,comments (18)

Boughs in Leaf

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“Give me a land of boughs in leaf
A land of trees that stand;
Where trees are fallen there is grief;
I love no leafless land.”

A E Housman
5th Aug 2014, 21:29   comments (2)

A long goodbye

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You imagine defining moments will be somehow bigger. Riding off in to the sunset or the very definite closing of a door. But what if you just close the door quietly as if there are sleeping occupants and get in the car. And instead of the swell of uplifting music you put on R4 and listen to the last part of the Seven Tests even though you missed at least 4 parts somewhere in the middle. And suppose the road doesn't stretch out before you throwing up endless possibilities and routes, you just get stuck at those roadworks where they've closed one side of the road and put in a temporary light. You stop for lunch at a place you've stopped a hundred times before and read emails off your phone. And when you get to the place which is now home, you just slip in quietly, smile fondly, pet the cat and put the kettle on. A complete absence of drama just another happy homecoming.

No ride in to the sunset, more of a gentle stroll because you arrived there a while ago.