I will translate here something I wrote during my trip to Berlin. It has nothing to deal with Berlin, though.
The Maid undresses - Birth of Love [a modern myth]
The Maid was crying. Every teardrop was saving a man. She was getting more and more beautiful. While the Knight was undressing her, the smile emerged on her lips; and the light spreaded in the blue room. Every inch of skin unveiled meant a whiteness increase, and sweetly the universe was collapsing.
The teardrops now glided in thinner brooks, the crystal vein was getting exhausted. But her face was wet by, like holy water benedicted. What was he thinking about? Which were his feelings, and his expression? Y'know, doesn't really matter. "There's only one sun in our system". And in the blue room system the only sun was her. He was just a planet, rotating around.
And now, with a rebirth whisper, her milky chest catches our eyes, burning ideas like they were dead leaves... Yes, everything was coming to life, now that her free arms rose up to the sky, now that her womb breathed finally; with pieces of dress falling down everywhere, giving to a chaotic universe its order, giving grace to dismal and love to disgrace.
Unvanquished dream, reason of life: the maid's body was the mirror of her soul, and as it should be, Soul and Body were merged together.
Her joyous face? Her ecstatic heart. Her noble shape? Her pure mind. "Goddess, goddess, goddess!!!"
The eyes, exploding love, were creating a vortex, a vortex gathering all the Created, because the maid was the emblem of the Created, she was the Daughter-of-God, the daughter of Life.
Flames lighted up in the dark blue room, and now that he had accomplished his mission, Maid-mystic-of-Nature was teaching to the universe the Harmony Laws, with her touching body she spreaded Justice and she pulverized the cynical's hearts.
The Maid saved us ---
MAID IS THE NAME FOR THE UNNAMEABLE - MAID IS THE WORD FOR THE SPEECHLESS GODDESS - MAID IS THE WHOLE CREATED, AND WITH THE PURE LINES OF HER WHITE BODY SHE SHOWED US WHAT IS love for existence
As usual, for me it's not the quality that matters (see, this is low-quality stuff indeed), but the meaning. And some precise words. Like magick, we need em to keep this world human against technics.
The Maid undresses - Birth of Love [a modern myth]
The Maid was crying. Every teardrop was saving a man. She was getting more and more beautiful. While the Knight was undressing her, the smile emerged on her lips; and the light spreaded in the blue room. Every inch of skin unveiled meant a whiteness increase, and sweetly the universe was collapsing.
The teardrops now glided in thinner brooks, the crystal vein was getting exhausted. But her face was wet by, like holy water benedicted. What was he thinking about? Which were his feelings, and his expression? Y'know, doesn't really matter. "There's only one sun in our system". And in the blue room system the only sun was her. He was just a planet, rotating around.
And now, with a rebirth whisper, her milky chest catches our eyes, burning ideas like they were dead leaves... Yes, everything was coming to life, now that her free arms rose up to the sky, now that her womb breathed finally; with pieces of dress falling down everywhere, giving to a chaotic universe its order, giving grace to dismal and love to disgrace.
Unvanquished dream, reason of life: the maid's body was the mirror of her soul, and as it should be, Soul and Body were merged together.
Her joyous face? Her ecstatic heart. Her noble shape? Her pure mind. "Goddess, goddess, goddess!!!"
The eyes, exploding love, were creating a vortex, a vortex gathering all the Created, because the maid was the emblem of the Created, she was the Daughter-of-God, the daughter of Life.
Flames lighted up in the dark blue room, and now that he had accomplished his mission, Maid-mystic-of-Nature was teaching to the universe the Harmony Laws, with her touching body she spreaded Justice and she pulverized the cynical's hearts.
The Maid saved us ---
MAID IS THE NAME FOR THE UNNAMEABLE - MAID IS THE WORD FOR THE SPEECHLESS GODDESS - MAID IS THE WHOLE CREATED, AND WITH THE PURE LINES OF HER WHITE BODY SHE SHOWED US WHAT IS love for existence
As usual, for me it's not the quality that matters (see, this is low-quality stuff indeed), but the meaning. And some precise words. Like magick, we need em to keep this world human against technics.
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sten_sture:
I think it is legal. If you have the money I am sure there is a hotel of some kind.
wednesday:
yup. I really need the little privacy I can get...