25 Lives, by Tongari
The very first time I remember you, you are blonde and don’t love me back.
The next time you are brunette, and you do.
After a while I give up trying to guess if the colour of your hair means anything.
because even if you don’t exist, I am always in love with you.
I remember most fondly those lifetimes where we get to grow up together,
when you share your secrets and sorrows and hiding places with me.
I love how you play along with my bad ideas,
before you grow up and realize they are bad ideas.
(And in our times together I have many bad ideas.)
When we meet as adults you’re always much more discerning. I don’t blame you.
Yet, always, you forgive me.
As if you understand what’s going on, and you’re making up for
all the lifetimes in which one of us doesn’t exist,
and the ones where we just, barely, never meet.
I hate those. I prefer the ones in which you kill me.
But when all’s said and done, I’d surrender to you in other ways.
Even though each time, I know I’ll see you again, I always wonder
is this the last time?
Is that really you?
And what if you’re perfectly happy
Ah, but I don’t blame you; I’ll never burn as brilliantly as you. It’s only fair
that I should be the one
to chase you across ten, twenty-five, a hundred lifetimes
until I find the one where you’ll return to me.
Baptised in dirty water
Folklore abounds about this flower found in the swamps of Hjaalmarch. Some stories claim it grows where unfortunate deaths have taken place, others insist it grows first and then lures unsuspecting people and animals to their doom. I have found no direct evidence to support these stories; indeed I found the flowers difficult to locate at all.
i can’t just turn this on. i’ m n o t l i k e y o u g u y s .
i don’t have claws, or glowing eyes or super senses.
i j u s t h a v e … v o i c e s i n m y h e a d.
#Freiburg #Germany #travel #porusski #Германия #Фрайбург #путешествие (в Freiburger Münster)
everything that’s happened to us, all the stuff we’ve done… are we gonna tell them the truth? we’re gonna tell them who we are.
but how do you say that? who are we?
"It’s there to remind our lads who they’re playing for and to remind the opposition who they’re playing against."- Bill Shankly
Every group who lived together in Brasil had their own little ‘cheography’ while walking on stage