tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44619851180923469872011-04-21T14:19:13.374-07:00i hate and i lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930476162856957830noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461985118092346987.post-7920140691257010572007-05-23T13:01:00.000-07:002008-12-12T23:26:30.047-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVT7qZ44Q5M/RlSfKbfnkxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wqIvxfHgHBI/s1600-h/pegase-dali-1983.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067850482226533138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OVT7qZ44Q5M/RlSfKbfnkxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wqIvxfHgHBI/s400/pegase-dali-1983.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">A circle,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">no side, no ebullient light, no total darkness,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">no shadows, no drama, no arpeggios,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">no corner to hide thy fears,</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">no boudoir to store stealthy hopes;</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">no avalanche, no storm....</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">just the unbearable echoes of a whirlwind</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">hidden in a heart -</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">down on her knees...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">.....to encounter the Fall.</span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#99ff99;">- Swastika</span></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461985118092346987-792014069125701057?l=ihateandilove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>i hate and i lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930476162856957830noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461985118092346987.post-14893089543255063482007-05-02T12:39:00.000-07:002008-12-12T23:26:30.427-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVT7qZ44Q5M/RjjsMd4yLKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sqGJS0FhbWs/s1600-h/Vini+di+Lusso-plinio+codognato.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060053880276135074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OVT7qZ44Q5M/RjjsMd4yLKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sqGJS0FhbWs/s400/Vini+di+Lusso-plinio+codognato.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Wine_grapes03.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Odi et amo. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Quare id faciam, </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">fortasse requiris. </span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.<br /></span></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Catullus, </span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Carmen 85.<br /></div></span><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">I hate and I love. Why I do this, you might ask. I do not know, but I feel it, and I am tormented.<br />There are times you feel pain. You can’t quite explain it. A pain that makes us aware of your loneliness, of a darkness that is yet perhaps, the beginning of a dance. Dance of love, dance of hate.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Like those Arabian night tales, where you dance with knives. And in a flash of a blade you are marked forever. Either the knife goes into your stomach...or…ahem….lol</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">So…we will make our own fairytale....perhaps you don’t like your world? Perhaps you feel nothing in common with it. Perhaps in a crowd you yet search…for someone…for something<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">We have heard a siren song and we can rest no more…bored with our times, we wish for a summer’s storm…a new land and a new promise….…for here we shall make our own world. With art and sculpture and music….with poetry and the gods…come join our revels…cock a snook at a world that doesn’t understand us and create your own.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Swastika, Zaid and Milinda…..three magi out to seek a star..,. and a hope….<br />Through love and through hate.Perhaps, caro, they are the same.Will you fly away? Won’t you rest with us for a moment? Here is wine enough and a verse for you.</span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4461985118092346987-1489308954325506348?l=ihateandilove.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>i hate and i lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05930476162856957830noreply@blogger.com3