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the legend of the white deer..."My granny told me a story when I was a child. She said to me, even her grandmother told her the legend of the white deer in magical nights. The story is several centuries old and yet it finds the way
into the hearts of the human. This story doesn't begin like any stories with "Once upon a time ", but with
A long, long time ago lives a tribe in the heart of a deeply forest. This tribe called himself shadow-dancer". They live in small huts in the boughs of the trees. When they moved hide behind the wildlife, it seemed as if they were dancing with the shadows. The first voice of this tribe had a beautiful young daughter called Alea. Her hair was dark like ebony and fell with slight curls to her shoulder. Her eyes had the colour of the forest. She was the whole pride and joy of Arlen, the head of the tribe.
One day, the hunting time was opened, Arlen presented the hunters a quest. The task had a length of 3 nights and days and began with a full moon. The winner sho
How taste desire?As so often before, I'm sitting in this smoky dive bar, in the pungent stink of beer, sweat and quickies in the bathroom. Sitting at the bar, and drunken men wallowing in her own misery. The music sounds tortured, according to the old jukebox that it is almost impossible to have a conversation. But talks are held here not often. It's like sitting together in silence, there is not really likely to forget the reality. Always the same gray faces, clinging to their drinks exhausted, slumped in her thoughts. Why am I sitting here actually every Friday night? Oh yes ... because of you.
Your eyes sparkle purple in the dark.
The color suits your blonde hair that shimmers silver in the candlelight. And once again I ask myself, from what you are probably dreaming. The calm that glows in your eyes propagates as shallow fog from you to me. Try to see everything and yet they seem oblivious to every life in this area.
Those eyes. A single glance, and they have enchanted me.
Only reason I'm sitting h
Wie schmeckt Verlangen?Wie so oft zuvor sitze ich in dieser verrauchten Spelunke, in der es penetrant nach Bier, Schweiß und Quickies auf der Toilette stinkt. Am Tresen hocken betrunkene Männer und suhlen sich in ihrem persönlichen Elend.
Die Musik ertönt gequält laut aus der alten Jukebox, dass es fast unmöglich ist ein Gespräch zu führen. Aber Gespräche werden hier eher selten gehalten. Es ist wie ein gemeinsames Zusammensitzen in Stille, die es nicht wirklich gibt, wahrscheinlich um die Realität zu vergessen. Immer dieselben grauen Gesichter, die sich an ihre Getränke klammern, erschöpft in sich und ihren Gedanken zusammengesunken.
Warum sitze ich eigentlich jeden Freitagabend hier?
Ach ja wegen dir.
Deine Augen funkeln lila in der Dunkelheit.
Die Farbe passt zu deinem blonden Haar, das silbern im Kerzenlicht schimmert. Und wieder einmal frage ich mich, von was du wohl träumst.
Die Ruhe, die deine Augen ausstrahlt, die sich wie seichte
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