onsdag 11. november 2009

mourners of st. paul - liam frost

ein sang som e så fin at eg får vondt i hjertet.

søndag 1. november 2009

This was only a dream. But the next day, upon her awakening, the elements of the dream fell into place exactly. Even the words spoken were the same. She had seen in her sleep the details of rooms in which she had never been, and known weather that had not yet formed, and streets upon which she had never walked. (...)

She believed that the city was so full of combinations, permutations, and possibilities that it permitted not only any desire to be fulfilled, but any course to be taken, any reward to be sought, any life to be lived, and any race to be run. She closed her eyes and saw the city burning before her in enticing gold. The sky, filled with great voluminous clouds, was ablaze in winter blue.

Fra Winter's Tale av Mark Helprin, side 262 for å være eksakt... <3