Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Mad Wednesday!

Equip your Looking Glass for a better sight while you visit the Art Gallery, after 3 years Officially open! Hosting Markus Inkpen's outstanding paintings exhibition, with a MAD gift for visitors from him and Sharni, the Looking Glass Madhatters. Don't miss Teatime at the Gallery!

Seems ages passed while we were at the Annon tower and chatting, and just two months passed actually since Horizon Dream was just well, a dream. Now it bloomed into a beautiful Island.
The Home of the Looking Glass, Horizon Dream is a sim created by Marcus Inkpen and Sharni Azalee which host their creations and artworks. If you like beauty and walking into an oniric land be sure to visit when you find time.

I am also honoured to host one of Marcus, in my opinion, most beautiful builds, at Athan.
Thank you Marcus.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Court Poet

I give up on following SL politics. Back on skins, islands and naked avatars in general.

The sea raven arrived
to predict my fate
"There's no time to escape ...
they are reaching you!
They'll tear out your eyes,
burn your heart!
There's no time left to escape ...
they already reached you "
I'm not afraid to die
And you old crow
his eyes will tear out.
I'm not afraid, it's long I've been singing
and his false heart, as mine, will burn!
The crab came from the sea
and he'll wait near his mouth
to steal his soul
at his last breath.
But my Lord doesn't know:
once will NOT be enaugh
for the volture to devour my body
and silence my heart forever.

E` venuto il corvo di mare
a predirmi la sorte:
"Tempo tu non avrai di fuggire...
Ti raggiungono già!
strapperanno i tuoi occhi,
bruceranno il tuo cuore!
tempo tu non avrai di fuggire...
ti raggiungono già!".
Io non ho paura di dovere morire
e tu vecchio corvo
i suoi occhi strapperai.
Io non ho paura, molto a lungo ho cantato
e il suo cuore falso come il mio brucerà!
è venuto dal mare il granchio:
alla sua bocca aspetterà
di potere con l'ultimo respiro
rubargli l'anima.
E il mio signore non sa:
una sola volta non basterà
che l'avvoltoio divori il mio corpo
per far tacere per sempre il mio cuore.




Monday, September 13, 2010

Songs from the Wood

Let me bring you songs from the wood:
to make you feel much better than you could know.
Dust you down from tip to toe.
Show you how the garden grows.
Hold you steady as you go.
Join the chorus if you can:
it'll make of you an honest man.
Let me bring you love from the field:
poppies red and roses filled with summer rain.
To heal the wound and still the pain
that threatens again and again
as you drag down every lover's lane.
Life's long celebration's here.
I'll toast you all in penny cheer.
Let me bring you all things refined:
galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale.
Greetings well met fellow, hail!
I am the wind to fill your sail.
I am the cross to take your nail:
A singer of these ageless times.
With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.

Hunt for the Arboreal Saplings (and more great gifts of the kawaii hunt, check the blog: http://kawaii-hunt.blogspot.com/
Find a 100% match at the Fortune Teller to grow up into an adult Arboreal.