The Ride of Phaethon, The Coming of Flora by arcadianshepherd, literature
Literature
The Ride of Phaethon, The Coming of Flora
What if the Sun disappeared? The World would sink into sudden darkness and an endless night would be believed a real, disturbing possibility.
I have seen a such a day and I have felt on my skin that day in which the Sun disappeared. But forget the increasing glooming, forget the falling into darkness. Night did not jumped on World just like a hungry dog on a juicy bone, no. Words are useless to describe the day in which brilliant flames, flaring up in the depth of timeless heavenly abysses, spreaded everywhere in the Sky; clouds, clear air and even the Sun were devoured and swallowed by the heavenly fire shining with white glare; the Sky was
Castaway (Calling of Eternal) by arcadianshepherd, literature
Literature
Castaway (Calling of Eternal)
I am a castaway: my look goes astray, wandering far away. In the Silence. In the Darkness. Alone, I walked the shores of this Starry Island. If I stopped my steps, if i looked back, I would not see traks in the dust. I would not see signs of my passage. I would not see nothing that can say: "Here he passed".
Again I loo at distant horizon, dark and silent. If my look hazarded, if dared leave the safe shores, to venture into oceans of limitless Void, defy the deepest abysses of Universe! It would sail in the darkness surrounded by an huge silence, extreme loneliness and it would know never a reference point. Just a subtitle weave of pale islan
They have left me,
dreams I put on in the morning,
take off at the night,
and put on chair like dresses.
So a heavy silence remains
in a void room.
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Se ne sono andati
i sogni che indossi la mattina.
Quelli di cui ti spogli la sera,
che metti via come vestiti.
E rimane il peso del silenzio
ed una stanza vuota.
Castaway (Calling of Eternal) by arcadianshepherd, literature
Literature
Castaway (Calling of Eternal)
I am a castaway: my look goes astray, wandering far away. In the Silence. In the Darkness. Alone, I walked the shores of this Starry Island. If I stopped my steps, if i looked back, I would not see traks in the dust. I would not see signs of my passage. I would not see nothing that can say: "Here he passed".
Again I loo at distant horizon, dark and silent. If my look hazarded, if dared leave the safe shores, to venture into oceans of limitless Void, defy the deepest abysses of Universe! It would sail in the darkness surrounded by an huge silence, extreme loneliness and it would know never a reference point. Just a subtitle weave of pale islan
They have left me,
dreams I put on in the morning,
take off at the night,
and put on chair like dresses.
So a heavy silence remains
in a void room.
----
Se ne sono andati
i sogni che indossi la mattina.
Quelli di cui ti spogli la sera,
che metti via come vestiti.
E rimane il peso del silenzio
ed una stanza vuota.
Riders on the storm knock on the door, while McMorrow sadly whispers: "Look out... if I had a boat..". A smile. He looks a november rain falling down, in his hands guns and roses bunch for her sweetheart. "Tonight I'm knocking on the heavens door". Savage arrogance and wistful tears. Another whisper. In holster guns and roses bunch closed in the fist. Door falls silent, when the music is over, an old seventies deck stopping to play wistful songs. An opend door, a step outward, beyond the threshold. "My immortal soul is just got involved in the sinful evanescence of the World. My heart is broken by the cold play of the Reality: Us against the
Today a friend of mine has called me "a good friend". And he sayd that with a shining smile. It was unexpected. It was wonderful. It was...extraordinary.
I've bad friends for many years. Many took advantage of my kindness. I just known I've got precious friends. Now I'm able to confirm my thought: I've found some tiny shining jewels.
Today is a good day.
Hesiod (ca VIII century B.C.) write in his Works and Days:
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μούνη δ᾽ αὐτόθι Ἐλπὶς ἐν ἀρρήκτοισι δόμοισιν
ἔνδον ἔμεινε πίθου ὑπὸ χείλεσιν, οὐδὲ θύραζε
ἐξέπτη: πρόσθεν γὰρ