| = How easy it would be | Olteanu Irina [25.Nov.03 11:01] |
| Just to kiss the curse away. But life haunts you till death does its part. | |
| = faded smile | Florian Ardelean [01.Dec.03 22:08] |
| The bizarre northern lights... I could swear you wrote this listening to Black Sabbath. But don't tell me if you didn't. | |
| = eerie | Mihail Velcescu [03.Dec.03 00:28] |
| A dramatic transcendence... while the lands weep at your dying... Earthly names should not be mentioned but I could not help thinking of E.A. Poe or Lovecraft's New England... Indeed I am harsh to compare thy visions with ones of material essence, but I believe the realms described by the two mentioned authors are more intense by their atmosphere, rather than scapes... the feelings they induce, and less of the fact that they really exist. A scythe protrudes the lingering mists of a silent autumn... tranquil, enigmatic... a gasp of air, humid... a falling shell... a receptacle, empty, dull... | |