16. Mai 2011
15. Mai 2011
Song of the day
As I Lay Dying - Parallels
In the tension between devouring want or simple need
its clear the only lines between the ones we preserve.
We are not the same as I hope to show. There is a better way if we just let go.
We are not... we are not the same. We are not... we are not the same.
Let go.... We are not the same.
And in the parallels we struggle to upkeep,
theres a better way for us to be... for us to be set free.
And in the parallels we struggle to upkeep,
theres a better way for us to be... for us to be set free.
14. Mai 2011
13. Mai 2011
Picture of the day + Song of the day

Suidakra - Shattering Swords
Slay proud Cuchulainn
Make her warriors bleed
Tides of war are turning
Three heroes at your feet
Now Aoife herself is charging
And your sword will soon be shattering
Three mighty blows the princess dealt
And with the fourth the warrior fell
His weapon broken off at the hilt
Cuchulainn now would soon be killed
Yet right before the final strike
Aoife heard Scáthach’s distant cry:
“Ah look Aoife’s two horses and her chariot
They have fallen down the glen and have all perished”
As she paused to glance around
Cuchulainn sprang up threw her to the ground
“Life for life” Aoife suddenly cried
“Three demands to me” the hero replied:
“Give in to Scáthach
Nor ever defy her again
On this island you’ll always remain
Bear me a son
Conlaoch be his name!”
To all this Aoife agreed
For this brave man who had made her yield
Reminded her of her long lost love
And finally she found peace
Slay proud Cuchulainn
Make her warriors bleed
Tides of war are turning
Three heroes at your feet
Now Aoife herself is charging
And your sword will soon be shattering
Three mighty blows the princess dealt
And with the fourth the warrior fell
His weapon broken off at the hilt
Cuchulainn now would soon be killed
Yet right before the final strike
Aoife heard Scáthach’s distant cry:
“Ah look Aoife’s two horses and her chariot
They have fallen down the glen and have all perished”
As she paused to glance around
Cuchulainn sprang up threw her to the ground
“Life for life” Aoife suddenly cried
“Three demands to me” the hero replied:
“Give in to Scáthach
Nor ever defy her again
On this island you’ll always remain
Bear me a son
Conlaoch be his name!”
To all this Aoife agreed
For this brave man who had made her yield
Reminded her of her long lost love
And finally she found peace
11. Mai 2011
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