writer's block: Wintertime is here ...
I don't like winter very much. I hate the winter's clothes!!
But sometimes, when I wake up in the morning on sunday, I open the window and I see the beautiful hills scenery covered by the snow and the rays of the sun that peep out. It's amazing!!
In winter, everything become white, the city is full of lights, people walk on the center's streets buying christmas presents, in the air there's the smell of wood burning in fireplace...for me, this is the winter's atmosphere! Perhaps this is an idealization, but I like think about winter in this way.
Unfortunately most of the time I think the snow is really annoying, the cold is too sharp and the humidity is unberable! When I was little, I loved to make snowballs and snowmen, but growing up, I understand that this kind of things are funny and in the same time really insignificant in front of the big disadvantages!
It's all!
Thanks for reading
Pon - chan !
Friday, December 3, 2010
What Is Carnauba Wax Chemical Formula
Title: Feeling
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Character: Spock & Jim
Warnings: drabble
Plot: felt a prayer invoking his name, scream and destroy the distances of their consciences.
Drabble dedicated to Spock during Kolinahr.
° ° HEAR
S entiva.
In the most primitive of ways.
Risorgiva asphyxiation of Reason, in the most illogical arrogance.
felt a prayer invoking his name, scream and destroy the distances of their consciences.
He believed that the solution lay in co science. That this awareness could cut up and remove any tremor, and transform "with science" doubt the obvious.
But there was awareness that reaching a peak only in the most sensitive way.
He felt again.
And so he discovered that the primordial Consciousness was Feelings.
felt a prayer invoking the name ...
awoke.
" JIM"
and his conscience was never dull.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Cute 3rd Birthday Sayings
Everything
Title: Everything
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Character: Jim & Bones
Warnings: flashfic
***
James T. Kirk knew that every aspect of his turbulent life that coincided with the placid, but apprehensive aspects of the life of Leonard McCoy. Their diversity in their exclusivity, they found a bond so fitting, modest, sincere and severity of reverential.
Whenever they tried to give a name to what their relationship, however, the result of a coincidence, a causality of natural alchemy, many words would surface on the tip language, and there stopped doubting, fearful of their inadequacy, insecure about their fragility ... because words are so strong, but never enough.
And then they were lost, thrown in a few sentences, never so serious and playful as ever.
They believed that their relationship could then handle the case, nell'indefinito. That could consume between the lines of thought, or between letters in a word elected.
Yet there was so much more.
Their souls are entertained each other, quiet or joking, distilling their lives more and more energy. Thefts were sometimes subtle, voracious, urgent, necessary and other shares of Pure, trade equivalent, simple, flowing into the intellectual and spiritual complementarity. He was sharing a crystalline, a perpetual bond, which was not mere friendship, friendship was not only because it was true love in the meaning-only, but not unique-that colored that relationship the most sacred of all shades of feeling, in his deep, almost archetypal essence.
They were a "couple" because the word did not suit them in that its simplistic limitation in the same way that Love could not abide by "Conditions".
There was no limit, because no words could deliver us some.
Love flowed through them, usually in that motion of Nature, in her garments energetic. Renewable and free flowing.
They were merely a collection, in the highest and noblest of meanings, represent a total.
Father and son.
Brothers.
friends.
Lovers.
Yet the words were still dying, slipping away, to appear and vanish, and what you want to unveil all of this, no words could capture and limit the meaning ...
***
Jim Kirk was limited to smile, and Bones accepted and reciprocated the tacit understanding.
You just smiled, embraced their limits, in the silent worship of their dark, without yearning for the solution and its borders.
Besides, the all and everything.
Boundless.
And the words were not enough ...
Why did not need words.
They were to be enough.
each other.
In silence.
In their mystery.
Title: Everything
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Character: Jim & Bones
Warnings: flashfic
Plot: They were merely a collection, in most high and noble meanings, representing a total ...
· everything °
"that do not cure you of every aspect of my life, Bones ... when you dedicate time even yours? "
" I'm already doing, Jim. "
***
James T. Kirk knew that every aspect of his turbulent life that coincided with the placid, but apprehensive aspects of the life of Leonard McCoy. Their diversity in their exclusivity, they found a bond so fitting, modest, sincere and severity of reverential.
Whenever they tried to give a name to what their relationship, however, the result of a coincidence, a causality of natural alchemy, many words would surface on the tip language, and there stopped doubting, fearful of their inadequacy, insecure about their fragility ... because words are so strong, but never enough.
And then they were lost, thrown in a few sentences, never so serious and playful as ever.
They believed that their relationship could then handle the case, nell'indefinito. That could consume between the lines of thought, or between letters in a word elected.
Yet there was so much more.
Their souls are entertained each other, quiet or joking, distilling their lives more and more energy. Thefts were sometimes subtle, voracious, urgent, necessary and other shares of Pure, trade equivalent, simple, flowing into the intellectual and spiritual complementarity. He was sharing a crystalline, a perpetual bond, which was not mere friendship, friendship was not only because it was true love in the meaning-only, but not unique-that colored that relationship the most sacred of all shades of feeling, in his deep, almost archetypal essence.
They were a "couple" because the word did not suit them in that its simplistic limitation in the same way that Love could not abide by "Conditions".
There was no limit, because no words could deliver us some.
Love flowed through them, usually in that motion of Nature, in her garments energetic. Renewable and free flowing.
They were merely a collection, in the highest and noblest of meanings, represent a total.
Father and son.
Brothers.
friends.
Lovers.
Yet the words were still dying, slipping away, to appear and vanish, and what you want to unveil all of this, no words could capture and limit the meaning ...
***
Jim Kirk was limited to smile, and Bones accepted and reciprocated the tacit understanding.
You just smiled, embraced their limits, in the silent worship of their dark, without yearning for the solution and its borders.
Besides, the all and everything.
Boundless.
And the words were not enough ...
Why did not need words.
They were to be enough.
each other.
In silence.
In their mystery.
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