Cleaning the wood:

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In the house of Death there is a little, black bird ( Read more... )

playing like dolls on strings ( Read more... )

http://www.jamendo.com/album/3425/?refuid=113449

Nor asleep, nor awake,
I am dreaming, what I am.

I am dreaming the Sky and the Wind,
the Sun, the Earth, the Fire and Sea.

I am running through forests and crawling through soil,
I am swimming in the oceans and catching my prey in the sky.

I am that which can't be said,
black eternity shining bright.

Yesterday's walk: http://www.flickr.com/photos/avatar_lv/sets/72157600182643460/

The truth is not what it used to be,
not something to believe in or write down
in countless pages scattered throughout my path,
the truth is, and that is all.

It is timeless,
it is formless, nameless,
it has all the names that are there to be,
it is me and I am she,
all the songs and all the dreams to see.

Among shadows of broken glass windows ( Read more... )

http://www.walloftheworld.org/eng/

http://ia300120.us.archive.org/1/items/Unthreaded/unthreaded.mov