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Rimpianti
Tutto il Mondo
che non ho vissuto
insieme a te.
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Küss mich jetzt, da schnell die Stunden weglaufen
Zeig mir die Liebe du verstecktest in deinen Augen.
Die Bäume im Garten haben Ihre Blätter verloren
und bald der Winter des Herzens ist gekommen
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Io muoio
disastro di buio nella luce.
Io muoio
tu parli,ed il tuo cuore tace.
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the little man
Nighttime; in the big house The little man walked in the dark the two flights of stairs that separated the kitchen from the bedroom. He had brought a candle with him, but his hands were needed to hold a pitcher of hot tea and biscuits.
He proceeded slowly, looking for the contact - mediated by the soft slippers - between the toes and the steps, while reflecting on the fact that prior, thanks to the candle, he had quickly walked those same stairs.
"Darkness lengthens Time and expands the Space." He thought.
Arrived in front of the ajar bedroom door the little man seemed to hear a strange noise and suddenly opened it afraid to see something absurd ... hopeful to see something fantastic ... but he was just a little man and convinced himself to have it imagined tha sound. He drank the tea, ate the biscuits, and lay down.
The little man was certain that there was nothing fantastic or absurd in the world and for sure not in his life: this helped him to sleep.
As soon as the little man began
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the Mirror
That day the icy wind whipped the path. A woman wrapped in a cloak of rags and remnants of fur, was dragging an old sled, loaded with branches for the fire, toward the village covered with snow.
Behind the sled was walking a girl, dressed like the woman, who slipped her left hand into a pocket of her cloak and took out a small mirror with an ivory frame covered with symbols.
The girl touched some symbols, the glass stopped reflecting her image and showed her something that excited her, giving her new strength to face adversity.
She then set aside the mirror, one of the few 'Glasses of time' that escaped the destruction of the temple of Vartag, during the fall of Moanda Tangor, the shining capital of the greatest empire of men and vowing to avenge the ancient family of priests to which she belonged , raised her fist to the sky.
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a cute Trap
So neat is that knot
- the best in the net -
that beasts
when they’re caught
won’t die with regret
admiring that knot
the best in the net.
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I heard a baby ... in the woods by ForestoFairies I heard a baby ... in the woods :iconforestofairies:ForestoFairies 2 1
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Mantelen (a Christmas Story)
Mantelen looked at the sunset, trying to sight the hand of the artist who was certainly moving covered by clouds, trees and mountains. She believed that everything has been generated by an artist and that the
true work of art is the artist in the act of making it.
Since thoughts lose strength when they become things, even if beautiful, true beauty lays in the act of its making. The little girl was thinking in front of the window, then she tried not to think anymore … to be entranced.
Suddenly her father entered her room with a mourful face and began to cry. Mantelen sought the artist of that sadness too and stared at him, but did not move from the chair on which she was crouched.  After all he had already seen him crying many times: it all began one day, long ago, she no longer remembered how long.
Then the man stared at the window and with the voice broken by the cry exclaimed.
"She was only eight years old and she really liked watching the sunsets crouched on the chair."
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Summer in the Countryside
With the rain the grey dust rises
from the lonely parched lane.
The cold sparrows stare in silence
at the fake ghosts water made.
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Petals
"Blossom on me, like a flower uspide-down".
I said and she smiled as reply.
About the rest: my tongue knows no neat word it to describe.
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the dark Church by ForestoFairies the dark Church :iconforestofairies:ForestoFairies 11 0
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Clouds
Sometimes it's like a story never written that for some reason I know. Thinking about it, I find I am the author; hence I put the pen on the sheet ready to fill it with the words I will taste later on. But then I am frightened of that future satisfaction, of that certain pleasure and restrain my hand. "I'll keep it for a day of pain." I tell myself, and speak words no more.
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the Maiden in the Glade
The maiden walked among the trees into the sleepy wood
then she stopped in a small glade where a circle stood.
The circle, older than her race, was made of alien rocks.
She lit a fire, danced and sung, hence pushed the darkest stone.
A shadow raised and took a look, then said some cryptic word.
The girl, astonished, bowed her head and prayed that stranger god.
Her lover died the previous day, although he wasn't ill,
to bring him back she paid the price and he granted her will.
Into the forest since so long, a lonely human walks
no one can tell his name or age but he seems truly old.
He spends his night next to a tree, speaking words of love
the tree - he swears - that brought him back from the netherworld.
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a sad Thing
A sad, dark yet wonderful thing about Life is
that Life is a sad, dark yet wonderful thing.
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the Question
Father, mother, son, and grandmother were sitting around the table at lunch time, intent to eat and watch the newscast.The adults seemed hypnotized by the scenes of violence, war, theft, fraud, and death, and the offspring became interested himself, even without fully understanding it, by imitation.
At the end of the newscast, after a few moments of reflection, the baby turned toward his mother and asked her a question that left her speechless, then tried with his father and grandmother but received no answer; therefore, shocked by the silence of the adults who, as it is well known, know everything and can everything, ran into his bedroom crying, while father and grandmother exchanged embarrassed smiles and his mother repeated in low tone, as to strive to find an answer : "Did God ever know about us?"
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a restless Soul
You sleep beside me - you are so true -
and now I miss the lack of you.
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“There are no fairy tales without bloodshed. All fairy tales stem from the depths of blood and anguish” [Kafka]

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I'm first and foremost a singer [soundcloud.com/mich-crown]
with a taste for dark stories and gothic rhymes.

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Although in my writings and images there are macabre scenes and descriptions of violence, I AM AGAINST VIOLENCE ON HUMANS AND ANIMALS.
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All my works, even if not directly specified in the descriptions, may not be reproduced, copied, edited, published, downloaded or uploaded without my permission. All rights reserved. Copyright © 2012-2015 Mich Crown (ForestoFairies)
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sarayaga Featured By Owner May 21, 2017
Thank you so much for the fav!
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ForestoFairies Featured By Owner May 21, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thou art welcome ...
And thank you, of course!
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sarayaga Featured By Owner May 22, 2017
:) (Smile) 
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Heartcrocher Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2017

Hi,

be welcome in the group.:rose:

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ForestoFairies Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you!
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KING8880 Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2017
No Worries
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KING8880 Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2017
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scygiex Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2017

Thank you for the :+fav:

hope you check out more of my stuff, and maybe even watch~! Hahaha, anyways have a nice day 

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ForestoFairies Featured By Owner Feb 16, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Welcome thou - and thy Art - art.
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SilverLeon88 Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2016   General Artist

Ciao, grazie mille per il fav al mio Gargola Marinus :D


Se può interessarti, ho anche una pagina Facebook dove posto sketch, Work in Progress, anteprime e altri contenuti non pubblicati qui su DA: 
Leon Art
Se ti andasse di darci un'occhiata, anche un semplice "mi piace" è il benvenuto :)
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