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Nostalgic Beauty (fascinate me)

Member #118692 created: 2005-02-25 00:46:13Simple URL: http://www.elftown.com/118692   

Name: Amicitia

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yes..me...

I have measured out my life in coffee spoons..T.S. Eliot

Votre Ange Gothique...

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Vincent(Starry Starry Night)-Don McLean


Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.


Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.


Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.


Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.


For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.


Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.


Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...







- William Shakespeare
Sonnet 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.



Age: 16Year of birth: 1990Month of birth: 10Day of birth: 3

Gender: female

Fantasy race personality: Duck

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Place of living: USA-Texas

Town: Sugarland

Known languages
EnglishFrenchRussian
Spanish

Elfwood artist: No

Elfwood writer: Yes

Elftown crew wannabe: No

Favorite drawing objects
dragonsmagic

Computer interests
chatemailgraphics
Javamusicwebcam
web designWindows

Music
jazzpunkrock

Other interests
animalsartbeer
bookscard gamescooking
dogseatingeconomics
fantasyfashionfilm
fishinghistoryparty
physicspoetrypolitics
scifisportingtheatre
travellingwatching sportwriting

Civil status: single

Sexual preference: none

Body shape: fit

Height: 149


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