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Ramblings...

RIMA LXXIII

Cerraron sus ojos
que aún tenía abiertos,
taparon su cara
con un blanco lienzo,
y unos sollozando,
otros en silencio,
de la triste alcoba
todos se salieron.

La luz que en un vaso
ardía en el suelo,
al muro arrojaba
la sombra del lecho;
y entre aquella sombra
veíase a intérvalos
dibujarse rígida
la forma del cuerpo.

Despertaba el día,
y, a su albor primero,
con sus mil rüidos
despertaba el pueblo.
Ante aquel contraste
de vida y misterio,
de luz y tinieblas,
yo pensé un momento:

—¡Dios mío, qué solos
se quedan los muertos!

De la casa, en hombros,
lleváronla al templo
y en una capilla
dejaron el féretro.
Allí rodearon
sus pálidos restos
de amarillas velas
y de paños negros.

Al dar de las Ánimas
el toque postrero,
acabó una vieja
sus últimos rezos,
cruzó la ancha nave,
las puertas gimieron,
y el santo recinto
quedóse desierto.

De un reloj se oía
compasado el péndulo,
y de algunos cirios
el chisporroteo.
Tan medroso y triste,
tan oscuro y yerto
todo se encontraba
que pensé un momento:

¡Dios mío, qué solos
se quedan los muertos!

De la alta campana
la lengua de hierro
le dio volteando
su adiós lastimero.
El luto en las ropas,
amigos y deudos
cruzaron en fila
formando el cortejo.

Del último asilo,
oscuro y estrecho,
abrió la piqueta
el nicho a un extremo.
Allí la acostaron,
tapiáronle luego,
y con un saludo
despidióse el duelo.

THEY CLOSED HER EYES
DON GUSTAVO A. BÉCQUER THEY CLOSED HER EYES

They closed her eyes,
They were still open;
They hid her face
With a white linen,
And, some sobbing,
Others in silence,
From the sad bedroom
All came away.

The night-light in a dish
Burned on the floor,
It flung on the wall
The bed's shadow,
And in that shadow
One saw sometimes
Drawn in sharp line
The body's shape.

The day awakened
At its first whiteness
With its thousand noises;
The town awoke
Before that contrast
Of life and strangeness,
Of light and darkness.
I thought a moment
My God, how lonely
The dead are!

From the house, shoulder-high
To church they bore her,
And in a chapel
They left her bier.
There they surrounded
Her pale body
With yellow candles
And black stuffs.

At the last stroke
Of the ringing for the souls
An old crone finished
Her last prayers.
She crossed the narrow nave;
The doors moaned,
And the holy place
Remained deserted.

From a clock one heard
The measured ticking,
And from some candles
The guttering.
All things there
Were so grim and sad,
So dark and rigid,
That I thought a moment,
My God, how lonely
The dead are!

From the high belfry
The tongue of iron
Clanged, giving out
His sad farewell.
Crape on their clothes,
Her friends and kindred
Passed in a row,
Making procession.

In the last vault,
Dark and narrow,
The pickaxe opened
A niche at one end;
There they laid her down.
Soon they bricked the place up,
And with a gesture
Bade grief farewell.

Pickaxe on shoulder
The grave-digger,
Singing between his teeth,
Passed out of sight.
The night came down;
It was all silent,
Lost in the shadows
I thought a moment.
My God, how lonely
The dead are!

In the long nights
Of bitter winter,
When the wind makes
The rafters creak,
When the violent rain
Lashes the windows,
Lonely, I remember
That poor girl.

There falls the rain
With its noise eternal.
There the north wind
Fights with the rain.
Stretched in the hollow
Of the damp bricks
Perhaps her bones
Freeze with the cold.

Does the dust return to dust?
Does the soul fly to heaven?
Is all vile matter,
Rottenness, filthiness?
I know not. But
There is something -- something
That I cannot explain,
Something that gives us
Loathing, terror,
To leave the dead
So alone, so wretched.

credits:
image: deviantart.com - asunder
http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Metro/3118/

bits and pieces:

Circeris :� He doesn't remember me anymore... remember i mean really remember...

Dark Raivenn: The dead doesn't remember that is why they are lonely. To me he is dead.

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              I never thought you would lose yourself
                      The hardest part was falling down again
                          (And getting up again)
                                I'm a fool to watch you walk away
                                     Are you bothered by the choice you made?

-It's So Simple-

When we fall to the ground
Slowly we're safe and sound

It's so simple to be afraid
It's so simple when you know who you are
It's so simple to be afraid
It's so simple when you know who you are


                                               I caught you lying to yourself
                                                  Now everything is spinning 'round and around
                                                     (Then standing still again)
                                                         Well I'm a fool to watch but never say
                                                  
                                  Are you bothered by the choice you made?


When we fall to the ground
Slowly we're safe and sound

It's so simple to be afraid
It's so simple when you know who you are
It's so simple to be afraid
It's so simple when you know who you are


                                              But maybe we were wrong..
                                                   When will you know
                                                         That you can feel belonged
                                                               I think you fell in deeper than you imagined


It's so simple to be afraid
(It's so simple)
It's so simple when you know who you are

It's so simple to be afraid
(It's so simple)
It's so simple when you know who you are

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"...I think you fell in deeper than you imagined"


~Circeris

Trying to capture you alive
Pin you to the wall
Feed to you your pointed bloody pieces
Scattered all over the floor
Should I color you with something else?
Make you look more alive than I am
     
           Trapped within an old deep void,
                       Your heart is entangled with mine...





image credit: Esao Andrews

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~Circeris

The walls are melting into red paint...




                                                                  I'd always care for you.........

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~Circeris

...  i feel so naked and out in the sun. Out of place... irritated from time to time with only seconds of interval in between. I imagine me somewhere... I feel a little lost here

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~Circeris

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I want these...

 

Chaos and I went to this antique auction some time ago. Since we got the old 126 year old Victorian house a last year , I found myself starting to frequent furniture stores while Chaos started frequenting hardware stores.  I have no idea what that means. 

 I had high hopes of finding good pieces in that auction, but nothing fit our taste. I don’t want our place to look like a museum and both of us are very picky. The only thing that caught both of our attention was a table we both liked but somebody else got it. Usually if I like something Chaos doesn’t and if he likes something I usually am not that ecstatic about it. So if we see something we both like , we tend to buy it right then and there. Of course the common ground when it comes to picking anything for both of us is that we love black or any other dark color  in the absence of black. Makes doing laundry easier in a way.

 Me being me, I am determined to not leave that place empty handed. I hate going to a store and not buying anything. Especially if we drove all the way just to be there and I had to wake up early. I ended up with a book about antiques that I know Circeris will go crazy over once she sees it and Chaos got two very old magazines circa late 18^th century. I read that thing and the ads in there were funny especially the soap advertisements and articles about the “latest” fashion wear. 

 Since I basically went out of that auction with nothing for the house, I started to look online and here is what I found. 

At first I didn’t know what to make of it since it is obviously not antique. But I got to admit , the more I look at these bunch of eyes the more I am starting to like them. I wish they didn’t use gold though. I prefer copper, silver or white gold. So what do you think, would ever consider owning these pieces.  

The figures on it were done by an artist named Piero Fornasetti. He is a Milan painter, a sculptor, an interior decorator, an engraver of art books, a creator of more than 11,000 items, a deviser of sceneries and customs, an organizer of international exhibitions and events. (Ugh I hate, envy and love him already )  His pieces were described on his site as evoking strong imagination, elegance and sense of humour. (I totally agree with it)  If you wish to read more about him and his works, the link is here  click  here 

Since I seem to be in a furniture or house related mood these days, expect more house related posts under the  :I want these:  category in the next few days.

credits:
http://www.fornasetti.com/sito/

bits and pieces:

Monkeys have no feet. Technically, they’re classified as  “four handed.”

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 ~Dark Raivenn~

        

I am having these sweet thoughts in my head... swirling like fairytales, like the flying sandaled horse above, and even smiling skulls and friendly bats, and ethereal sights and nice falling leaves that I make wishes from every time I catch them, and also of whispering breeze and nightly wishes of good things and warm favorable moments and be intoxicated, languished by them......

Well it's like...cutting my head off for a while. Without any pressure at all of things to do and to take care of and my body to move, and just letting me dream, just dream of anything mindlessly.
Though, it doesn't... It doesn't carry me for long ...my flying horse and my illusive sights...
and you being beautiful to me, then I didn't want to see anything else...

It doesn't fill me. And I break again to see the real sights...
but it couldn't be that bad. Everything's familiar already. And the  moments I walk with myself are mine alone. And I see my corner again, though now I want to take it with me wherever I go.







  image credit: Natalie Shau

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~Circeris 

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Ramblings...

I have always been fascinated by fairytales and in a way it was what made me pick people as the subject of most of my drawings and sketches. It might be escapism in a way when one is allowed to view a place that is bounded by rules different to our own. It is where imagination, dreams and reality can be one and the same. I envy that ability of fairytales to be able to shift from imagination to dreams to reality because sometimes this world can become quite heavy and bothersome. There would be situations too where people would mock your dreams and somehow in fairytales the one who dreams always get to soar.

Me and Circeris has probably read all the fairytales there is. That interest made us both research about these stories even more. One of the things we found out was the ending of the stories we heard growing up has been altered and the original version doesn’t have that neatly wrapped up promise of happily ever after. I don’t know about you but some of the unaltered endings that is posted below made me like these tales even more.

Eight Fairytales and their true ending

1. Cinderella

Don’t break out your violins for this gal just yet. All that cruelty poor Cinderella endured at the hands of her overbearing stepmother might have been well deserved. In the oldest versions of the story, the slightly more sinister Cinderella actually kills her first stepmother so her father will marry the housekeeper instead. Guess she wasn’t banking on the housekeeper’s six daughters moving in or that never-ending chore list.

2. Sleeping Beauty

In the original version of the tale, it’s not the kiss of a handsome prince that wakes Sleeping Beauty, but the nudging of her newborn twins. That’s right. While unconscious, the princess is impregnated by a monarch and wakes up to find out she’s a mom twice over. Then, in true Ricki Lake form, Sleeping Beauty’s “baby’s daddy” triumphantly returns and promises to send for her and the kids later, conveniently forgetting to mention that he’s married. When the trio is eventually brought to the palace, his wife tries to kill them all, but is thwarted by the king. In the end, Sleeping Beauty gets to marry the guy who violated her, and they all live happily ever after.

3. Snow White

At the end of the original German version penned by the brothers Grimm, the wicked queen is fatally punished for trying to kill Snow White. It’s the method she is punished by that is so strange – she is made to dance wearing a pair of red-hot iron shoes until she falls over dead.

4. The Little Mermaid

You’re likely familiar with the Disney version of the Little Mermaid story, in which Ariel and her sassy crab friend, Sebastian, overcome the wicked sea witch, and Ariel swims off to marry the man of her dreams. In Hans Christian Andersen’s original tale, however, the title character can only come on land to be with the handsome prince if she drinks a potion that makes it feel like she is walking on knives at all times. She does, and you would expect her selfless act to end with the two of them getting married. Nope. The prince marries a different woman, and the Little Mermaid throws herself into the sea, where her body dissolves into seam foam.

Now here are four more fairy tales you might not be familiar with, but you might have trouble forgetting.

1. The King Who Wished to Marry His Daughter
What It’s Like: Cinderella, with an incestuous twist

The King’s wife dies and he swears he will never marry again unless he finds a woman who fits perfectly into his dead Queen’s clothes. Guess what? His daughter does! So he insists on marrying her. Ew. Understandably, she has a problem with this and tries to figure out how to avoid wedding dear old dad. She says she won’t marry him until she gets a trunk that locks from outside and inside and can travel over land and sea. He gets it, but she says she has to make sure the chest works. To prove it, he locks her inside and floats her in the sea. Her plan works: she just keeps floating until she reaches another shore. So she escapes marrying her dad, but ends up working as a scullery maid in another land… from here you can follow the Cinderella story. She meets a prince, leaves her shoe behind, he goes around trying to see who it belongs to. The End.

2. The Lost Childen
What It’s Like: Hansel & Gretel meets Saw 2

This French fairy tale starts out just like Hansel & Gretel. A brother and sister get lost in the woods and find themselves trapped in cages, getting plumped up to be eaten. Only it’s not a wicked witch, it’s the Devil and his wife. The Devil makes a sawhorse for the little boy to bleed to death on (seriously!) and then goes for a walk, telling the girl to get her brother situated on the sawhorse before he returned. The siblings pretend to be confused and ask the Devil’s wife to demonstrate how the boy should lay on the sawhorse; when she shows them they tie her to it and slit her throat. They steal all of the Devil’s money and escape in his carriage. He chases after them once he discovers what they’ve done, but he dies in the process. Yikes.

3. The Juniper Tree
What It’s Like: Every stepchild’s worst nightmare

Cannibalism, murder, decapitation… freakiness abounds left and right in this weird Grimm story. A widower gets remarried, but the second wife loathes the son he had with his first wife because she wants her daughter to inherit the family riches. So she offers the little boy an apple from inside a chest. When he leans over to get it, she slams the lid down on him and chops his head off. Note: if you’re trying to convince your child to eat more fruits and veggies, do not tell them this story. Well, the woman doesn’t want anyone to know that she killed the boy, so she puts his head back on and wraps a handkerchief around his neck to hide the fact that it’s no longer attached. Her daughter ends up knocking his head off and getting blamed for his death. To hide what happened, they chop up the body and make him into pudding, which they feed to his poor father. Eventually the boy is reincarnated as a bird and he drops a stone on his stepmother’s head, which kills her and brings him back to life.

4. Penta of the Chopped-off Hands
What It’s Like: Um…you tell us

These old fairy tales sure do enjoy a healthy dose of incest. In this Italian tale, the king’s wife dies and he falls in love with Penta… his sister. She tries to make him fall out of love with her by chopping off her hands. The king is pretty upset by this; he has her locked in a chest and thrown out to sea. A fisherman tries to save her, but Penta is so beautiful that his jealous wife has her thrown back out to sea. Luckily, Penta is rescued by a king (who isn’t her brother). They get married and have a baby, but the baby is born while the king is away at sea. Penta tries to send the king the good news of the baby, but the jealous fisherman’s wife intercepts the message and changes it to say that Penta gave birth to a puppy. A puppy?! The evil wife then constructs another fake message, this time from the king to his servants, and says that Penta and her baby should be burned alive. OK, long story short: the king figures out what the jealous wife is up to and has her burned. Penta and the king live happily ever after. I can’t really figure out what the moral of this tale is. Chopping hands off? Giving birth to a dog? I just don’t get it. Help me out here, people.

credits:
image: deviantart.com
bspcn.com

bits and pieces:

The Hindus of India once believed that the Earth was a huge bowl (to keep the oceans from falling off) held up by giant elephants standing on long pillars. No one back then ever thought to ask what the pillars were standing on!
        

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~Dark Raivenn~

 

Extended the Dark Hall.
Enter through the main page.

Raiveris under Links.

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~Circeris

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~Circeris

ah... I'm staring at the fence for a moment in the main page, thinking of the design for our lounge,
...that I'd put up soon, hopefully.

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I feel cold and it's good...


~Circeris

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Ramblings...

                   

this is a slow read for me because I find myself having to stop every four pages or so. I start seeing red and have to calm myself down. The book talks about the dark side of Catholicism, things like:

* like reasons for the many dogmas regarding Mary

*the atrocities committed by numerous Inquisition

*the modern Inquisition towards her own theologians

* the persecution of other groups of religious denomination

* the murder of up to millions of women for witchcraft

*the story behind the pope’s cadaver dug up for trial

*the truth behind Peter as the first pope

*the reason why Vulgate is used despite its many errors

*the reasons why the Apocrypha is included in the Catholic Bible

*the relics of animals passed off as pilgrimage shrines

*the crusades and its effects on the problems in the Middle East today

*the reason why heretics were tortured and burned to death

*the truth about purgatory and indulgences and how she benefited

*the problem rocking the church today concerning celibacy

*the many murderous popes still occupying the roster of Peter

*the reason for cover up by conferring sainthood

*the truth behind the third secret of Fatima

*the truth about many popes called vicars of Christ

*and many more

Now do you understand why I have to  keep my temper in check.Oh and the book is written by a priest , a catholic priest in the Philippines.

Hmmm now I wonder if this post will also be derogatorily called as “stuff” not to be written about. And since when has it become derogatory to be an Atheist? Im sure my dearest friend Blackwolfdreaming will disagree.  Perhaps somebody should learn how to think  really think before speaking out loud.

bits and pieces:

"as soon as the coin in the coffer rings, the soul from purgatory springs."

Look up  the Dominican Johann Tetzel and Selling of Indulgence

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~Dark Raivenn~