Among the waves,
Among the glitters in the sea,
The sun welcomes her
As her heavenly body rises amidst,
From the dark night under the stormy waters ;
A creature of love, warmth and beauty,
She oozes sensuality
And amidst her bosom,
Her heart beats like that of a wild spirit;
A nymph protected by the God of the Arts,
Who has gifted her with the sparkles of the stars in her eyes;
With the warmth of the sun in her body and soul;
With the power of attraction of the moon in her mind;
Here she rises amidst the waves at sea,
Beautiful and complete,
A treasure one never hoped for but that is here.

By me,

May 2011

Anonymous asked: fascinated by the morbid and yet afraid, how complex can ones minds be to be attarcted by the dark and yet afraid of it...
would it be sane saying that maybe u might be living in a parallel of worlds?

I sometimes like to think so - living in some sort of parallel dimension, but well reality drags me back the hard way very often. I’m not a very “dark” person, but my fascination for dark stuffs clearly shows at times and i just ask myself at times if i am really sane as people think i am. But well everybody got his own world, strange cause it’s personal and unique.

Among the waves,
Where blue and green meet,
I will lie tonight.

The sailor afar,
With his beautiful face, yet creased with worry;
Watches me lying there.

The moon is long gone,
The stars too have left me with no guidance,
I must wait for dawn.

The wind blows harder
And fights the sea fights to win me;
But where blue and green meet,

Among the waves I lie
Peacefully waiting for the sun
To reveal me to my sailor.

The sea where we met 
Is my deathbed; “Cry no more
Sweet is dying at sea.”

The moon is long gone
The stars left me with no guidance.
But then, the first sunbeam.

Little text by Sakura Mizuki

Un violon au loin,

Jouant quelques notes pour moi,

Je le cherche dans la nuit,

A la lueur seule de la pleine lune

Je le cherche ce violon,

Son magnifique qui met mon âme en déroute,

Mais qu’est-ce, ce chant magnifique que j’entends ?

Le violon s’est tu,

Le virtuose aurait-il joué la dernière note ?

Cet air de violon, je le cherche,

Un arbre, derrière une branche, le lac —

Et là, somptueux paysage nocturne ;

Des étincelles luisent dans l’eau

Une rare élégance et une grandeur incommensurable que m’inspire cette vue,

Mon âme apaisée, je contemple cette douce mort,

Violon à terre, la tête baissée.

Le chant du cygne s’était élevé dans l’air.

Par Sakura

Joshua Bell, virtuoso of the violin

Sur son visage

Quelques rayons de lune

Souris et rêve

Plot :

Alice mysteriously and abruptly returns home to London from Edinburgh, only an hour or so after she arrives. After returning to London, she is hit by a car, and left in a coma. Is it possible that she deliberately stepped out in front of the car? What was it that shocked her so much in Edinburgh? 

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I really loved this book, one of my favorites ! I recommend it to all book lovers !

Critics : 

- This is an accomplished, heartrending debut novel. It is the story of a profound and true love tragically aborted. O’Farrell’s fine prose explores powerful themes of family, loss, grief and healing. This is one to savor.

- A complex, multi-layered story of grief and secrets. That said, the ending slows a bit once the source of the main character’s sadness is revealed. 

Maggie o'farrell book after you'd gone

Breathing in the smell of the sea,

She laid her back on the sand,

Naked, pure, at peace,

The summer breeze waltz in,

On her porcelain skin,

They drew chills from their whispers

The shy waves through hushed moves made their way towards her toes.

Tingling sensations engulfing inside her,

She breathes in the air of the sea

Welcoming its tender caresses,

Its shyness drew a smile on her lips.

Her eyes closed,

Her left hand reached out for the bare body next to hers

Nothing, he was gone.

Fluttering her eyes open,

Only to see a loving face bent on her.

Gently, he kissed her forehead,

Reaching for her nose

Then flirting slowly with the contours of her full and wanting lips,

He played with her mouth,

Never kissing them,

Just flirting with his tongue lightly flicking on their rim

Moving his fingers along her bare arms

He aroused her eagerness for his kisses,

Tickling her senses,

And she responded with her hands grabbing his head,

The game stop as passion flowed through their veins,

Taking over their control

A kiss,

Hot and eager,

Pressing her mouth against his,

He opened her lips with his tongue,

Expert and urgent, 

Diving in and exploring.

As their tongues danced fast and passionately,

Tasting and savoring each other’s sweetness,

Sensations – wild and possessive – engulfed each other…

Once swaying across the waves calmly

In contemplation of the last summer sunset,

Their emotions danced furiously,

Leaving prints of their loving and passionate acts in the sand

Sakura Mizuki

8^th night of April

kiss sea love beach sun

Dance, little darling, dance!

Your end may be near

Dance and be not afraid of romance,

I’ll set your flesh on fire and steal the fear from your heart.

Dance, little sweetheart, dance!

As the ending line pulls nearer,

Let your soul drink the essence of life and get in trance,

For your eyes to see me, they must be closed;

And for your ears to hear the music, they must be deaf.

Dance, my little love to the rhythms of my fantasies,

Sway in ecstasy across that burning room,

Set it on fire!

The notes of the slow guitar riff reached my head like thunder would intrude the skies.

Spinning and frenzied, my body was swinging to the familiar sounds.

Control! I tried to regain the control!

But sensuality flowing in my every move,

The forgotten furnace of the old devil blazed in me

As that old full moon, witness to my dance,

Once again shone bright among the starless sky.

The Commander was back,

Raging and wanting to see me dance for him again.

Watching from somewhere in the dark,

He let his shadow wander around me like some cobra guarding his prey,

Overpowering me with a chilly feeling.

I felt it as I dance,

Body welcoming unwillingly the intrusion,

My soul unspoken from fear of fear itself.

As the intense music filled my ears,

The night inside my room grew dense and menacing,

The guitar riffs suddenly broke wild,

I felt cold skinny hands raced on my back like some demonic game play

That icy feeling was getting deeper and deeper inside of me,

My heart raced in my chest.

The smell of decayed bodies filled the air like pestilence.

Disgust swelled up inside me as fear crawled in my heart swallowing the little hope I had,

I trembled, rooted to the ground as two cold and skeletal hands grabbed me by the waist.

Tight and violent was the clasp,

I felt his quick breath on my skin as he spoke,

But his voice, a lover’s voice, urgent and passionate

Whispered words in my neck.

I froze, eyes wide open.

Death.

Death, it was.

“Last time,” he said, “was just a taste,”

Now is the time.

Meet your end, little darling.”

- Sakura - 

john mayer slow dancing burning room poem sakura