People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with the soul and the soul can't rest. And sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.
A winged shadow, in the mortal shape of an earth-born bird, takes flight over a sunless and suffering city. Beneath its glistening wings great fires reach up with greedy flame fingers, but it flies on in unperturbed passage through the rain-wet sky, and in a voiceless whisper calls:
Come. Follow me. It is time.
joi, 21 ianuarie 2010
miercuri, 20 ianuarie 2010
wireless...
ninge stralucitor. lux.
exista wireless.... LOL. cred ca nu e bine. sigur?
geez... si unii se roaga de altii, cu competentele necesare sa le dea si lor acces la net. pf.... ce inseamna restrictiile si limitele astea. (impuse, ca la patinaj).
de aia nu suntem toti egali: ca unora li se da, in vreme ce altii, marea majoritate, tre' sa stea pe coji de nuci ca nu merita.
stati voi ! :)
exista wireless.... LOL. cred ca nu e bine. sigur?
geez... si unii se roaga de altii, cu competentele necesare sa le dea si lor acces la net. pf.... ce inseamna restrictiile si limitele astea. (impuse, ca la patinaj).
de aia nu suntem toti egali: ca unora li se da, in vreme ce altii, marea majoritate, tre' sa stea pe coji de nuci ca nu merita.
stati voi ! :)
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