My mother was the moon

If I were a spider and my mother was the moon
Out came the sun and dried off her cocoon
Underneath the water I would live and die too soon
If I were a spider and my mother was the moon

– King Dude – My mother was the moon –

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New Blood IX

Another New Blood post to share the latest creations.

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Requiescat

Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow
[…]
Coffin-board, heavy stone,

Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.

– Oscar Wilde – Requiescat –

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Je vois de la lumière noire

This is the battle between day and night… I see black light.

– Victor Hugo’s last words

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À la Lune

The moon pours to the heart its white intimacy
Of a vaporous dream where passes a beauty,
And in the hollow paths where the freshness exhales
Adds to the puddles some opal-coloured pools.

– Albert Lozeau – To the Moon –

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Pangur Bán

Each of us pursues his trade,
I and Pangur my comrade,
His whole fancy on the hunt,
And mine for learning ardent.

– VIIIth century anonymous Irish Monk (translation Frank O’Connor) –

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In Flesh & Blood

The angels sing in a choir of sleep that won’t quiet the Beast within
It’s Midnight in the tower of black, it’s 3am and the witches are back again
In the castle of the dead you can’t hear a word that’s said
Is it all inside my head, is it even real?
In the castle of the dead

– King Dude – The Castle –

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New Blood VIII

These New Blood posts have became a tradition. A simple post to share the latest creations.

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Pulvis et umbra sumus

Pulvis et umbra sumus (We are but dust and shadow)
– Horace – Book IV, ode VI, v. 16

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Petroglyphs III

Heiðrún, the goat on the hall that stands,
eateth off Læráth’s limbs;
the crocks she fills
with clearest mead,
will that drink not e’er be drained.

Grímnismál 25

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