Ενας Υμνος για την Αμμα
η ταξη δεν ειναι ταξινομημενη
οπως ουτε τα πραγματα δεν ειναι πραγματα
αλληλουια
δεν μπορεις να βγαλεις νοημα απο δεξαμενες
ή χριστουγεννιατικες πολεις
οταν δεν μπορεις να ξεχωρισεις το πανω απο το κατω
αλληλουια
οι ταφοι ειναι παντα ζοφεροι
απο μεσα ή απ΄εξω
και η αγαπη σπαει αυτο που δεν μπορει να σπασει
αλληλουια
εκεινη που αγαπουσα την αγαπουσα,
εκεινη που αγαπουσα την εχασα
τωρα ειναι δυνατη αν κι εχει χαθει
βρεθηκε και πληρωσε για να περασει
πεταξε μακρια
αλληλουια
φωτισε το σκοταδι - υμνησε τους εξοχους
μια νεα μερα
αλληλουια
Mots clés Όμορφη-Λύτρωση
Τα φεγγαρια ενος Διαφανους, τα δακρυα μιας Σειρηνας
Δεκαεννια Θνητοι φοβοι του Γουέογορντ,
Ταφοι Δαιμονων και Καστερ ποταμια
Η Τελευταια σελιδα γραφει το τελος.
Mots clés Όμορφη-Λύτρωση
Ma olen rumal, sest annan rumalate kätte võimu.
Kami GarciaShe didn't say a work, and I gave up trying, because you couldn't hear either one of us over the shattering noise of hearts breaking and the looming shadow of the last word, the one we refused to say.
Kami GarciaMots clés goodbye lovers forbidden-love ethan-wate lena-duchannes beautiful-chaos ew ld ethan-and-lena
Everythin' means somethin'.
Kami GarciaSummerville Assisted Seniors House - the seventh circle of hell, as far as the Sisters were concerned.
Kami GarciaYou're a fine young man, even if you have your own demons. We all do.
Kami GarciaMots clés beautiful-creatures beautiful-redemption
There is a place in the heart that will never be filled, a space, and we will wait and wait in that space.
Kami GarciaI pushed her shiny blond hair away from her face and leaned down, our faces only inches apart. She inhaled softly, our lips so close I could feel her breath and the scent of her skin, like honeysuckle in springtime. She smelled like sweet tea and old books, like she had always been here.
I pulled my fingers through her hair and held it at the back of her neck. Her skin was soft and warm, like a Mortal girl's. There was no electric current, no shocks. We could kiss for as long as we wanted. If we had a fight, there wouldn't be a flood or a hurricane, or even a storm. I wouldn't find her on the ceiling of her bedroom. No windows would shatter. No exams would catch fire.
Liv held up her face to be kissed.
She wanted me.
If you could imagine the color of anger, it had been splashed over every wall. Rage, something dense and seething, was hanging from every chandelier, resentment woven into thick carpets padding the room, hatred flickering underneath every lampshade. The floor was bathed in a creeping shadow, a particular darkness that had seeped up into the walls.......
Kami GarciaMots clés darkness beautiful-creatures kami-garcia
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