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I posted this poem some time ago in Spanish, but I've found it now in English and it just so beautiful to ignore.
Playing her parchment moon
Precosia comes
along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights.
The starless silence, fleeing
from her rhythmic tambourine,
falls where the sea whips and sings,
his night filled with silvery swarms.
High atop the mountain peaks
the sentinels are weeping;
they guard the tall white towers
of the English consulate.
And gypsies of the water
for their pleasure erect
little castles of conch shells
and arbors of greening pine.
Playing her parchment moon
Precosia comes.
The wind sees her and rises,
the wind that never slumbers.
Naked Saint Christopher swells,
watching the girl as he plays
with tongues of celestial bells
on an invisible bagpipe.
Gypsy, let me lift your skirt
and have a look at you.
Open in my ancient fingers
the blue rose of your womb.
Precosia throws the tambourine
and runs away in terror.
But the virile wind pursues her
with his breathing and burning sword.
The sea darkens and roars,
while the olive trees turn pale.
The flutes of darkness sound,
and a muted gong of the snow.
Precosia, run, Precosia!
Or the green wind will catch you!
Precosia, run, Precosia!
And look how fast he comes!
A satyr of low-born stars
with their long and glistening tongues.
Precosia, filled with fear,
now makes her way to that house
beyond the tall green pines
where the English consul lives.
Alarmed by the anguished cries,
three riflemen come running,
their black capes tightly drawn,
and berets down over their brow.
The Englishman gives the gypsy
a glass of tepid milk
and a shot of Holland gin
which Precosia does not drink.
And while she tells them, weeping,
of her strange adventure,
the wind furiously gnashes
against the slate roof tiles.
I know I said I was going to be away only for the weekend.
I lied.
I'll be back on Sunday. This time for real.
Wait for me guys~
And let me know about anything interesting on the f-list here!
BECAUSE NEXT WEEK WILL BE HELL TO GO AND ELY NEEDS LOVE&SUPPORT
¡FRIKIS
HOY ES NUESTRO DÍA!
¡FELICIDADES ORGULLOS@S!
I'm in a bad mood so...
COMMENT TO STAY.
That said, you have until next sunday. There're people who are staying even if they don't comment, and I believe these people know it. The rest have to comment to stay.
Heavy image, so beware.
( Akame Story under the cut - do not read if you're one of those referred in the post title )
I'm tired of wordless friendings. This is my personal journal, and if I lock the entries is because of something. I don't like people friending me out of the blue.
I don't mind making new friends, but please comment here first, stating the reasons why you want to friend me. And no, fics is not a valid reason.
If you want to read my fics you can go here:
onionlullabys
Meme stolen from
The problem with LJ: we all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away. Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you!
Ask my friends, I command you! ♥

Dear f-list:
Since it's Christmas already and I'm feeling generous, drop me a comment telling me something you want to read, and I'll write it. Please, let me know about:
Fandom:
Pairing: In case you have any preference, seme's name first, please.
Rating:
Prompt: Not really necessary, but please? Make Santa's job easier?
Things/Kinks you want me to include:
You don't need to have me in your f-list to request. Just request. I'll do my best to fulfill all of your desires =)
Dear f-list en español:
( Requests already done )</div>
Finished:
For
For
This is closed now, or I'll die from an overload of
To all the people in my f-list,
wherever you are from,
I want you to know
that I'm glad I was able to meet you
and I'm happy you're reading this today,
because today is a day to be happy
and smile
and cherish all you have,
family and friends.
So,
to all of you,
whether I've known you for a long time
or for a short one,
At Christmastime, we let in light and we banish shade
I should be studying for my Spanish test but really, it's the most boring thing ever. So instead I'm going to tell you all the projects I'm working on at the moment:
One-shots:
~ In which Jin discovers that Zeno of Elea was, in fact, an Akame fan. [Akame, PG] Little stupid idea about the theory about movement of Zeno. You know, that of the turtle and Aquiles which I never understood and never will.
~ The risks of literature - According to the text. [Akame, NC-17] Kamenashi is reading an Akame fanfic. Akanishi finds out. Kamenashi defends himself with the sorry excuse that it's hot. Akanishi thinks his bandmate's crazy but ends up reading it as well nonetheless. And yes, it's hot. Kamenashi's hot. He himself is hot. And two hot people making out make Akanishi's horny. Kamenashi's fault, of course. Guess who has to pay for Akanishi's horniness?
~ The risks of literature - In which Jin decides that reading is bad for both Kame's mind and his own health. [Akame, NC-17] So yes, quite a long title. Continuation of the one above. Kinda. But still not a multi, more like a group of one-shots. Maybe will turn into a multi. However, Kamenashi had quite a fight with Akanishi about topping, and Akanishi agreed to bottom for Kamenashi if he could find a fic like that. Kamenashi does. Akanishi regrets his words.
~ The risks of literature - 'Bout boys and toys. [Akame, NC-17] Akanishi has taken a like in Akame fanfics. And he likes them a lot more much when he discovers the wonders of sex toys. Kamenashi thinks someone should bann Akanishi from using internet. Until he discovers hancuffs can be also used on Akanishi.
~ The risks of literature - A little bit gay. [AkamePi, NC-17] Actually there's not summary for this one. Akanishi likes women. Kamenashi does too. But they fuck each other. And the like it. So maybe they're gay? Just a little bit,Kamenashi decides. Akanishi agrees. Yamapi is a good friend of the two of them. And good friends are supposed to help their friends to clear things out. So he sneaks in.
Multi-chaptered:
~ Once in a lifetime is more than enough. [Akame, PG] Work sucks. Life sucks. Being an adult in general sucks. That's why Jin whises he could go back to his childhood days... Together with Kazu-chan, of course. Just, what if his wish actually comes true?
~ I don't have a title for this one, crap. [HayaRyu, PG-13, I guess, maybe NC-17 at the end] Based on this one-shot. Hayato had an accident and as a result he suffers amnesia. Tsuchi, Take and Hyuga are there when he wakes up at hospital and help him when he goes out. And then there's this nameless guy who's always around him. Hayato knows the missing sensation in his chest has something to do with him. His friends don't let him go near him. He tries to find out why. And I suck at summaries.
~ Testosterone boys. [Akame, NC-17] Kamenashi and Akanishi are nothing but sex friends. They used to be real friends, too. Maybe they still are, Kamenashi isn't sure. But he is sure that the intimacy with Akanishi is awakening feelings he don't want to feel. Is this love? Or maybe not?
On-hold:
~ The way it changes. [KamePi, Akame, NC-17, rape] Kamenashi and Yamashita are in a relationship. Akanishi is friends with the two of them. But when Kame gets raped, Yamapi is not the one who saves him, helps him, stands by his side. Jin does. How can this affect their frienship? Lame summary, I know.
Idea to be thought and maybe written:
~ Untitled by now. [Akame, NC-17] In a society where slaves are usual, 17 years old Akanishi Jin recives a little boy named Kamenashi Kazuya as his birthday present. It seems cool, but Jin soon discovers taking care of another human being is not easy at all. Now he understand his father's words about Kazuya being "a present to teach him to take responsabilities".
Ehm... I was asked to translate this fic a while ago then I did and forget about it for nearly a month ¬¬
So, here you've.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Tezuka / Fuji / Shiraishi / Yukimura (uh... yeah)
Rating: NC-17 for it's a four-some and sex
Author:
My English is not as good as
For those who are able to read the Spanish original or just want to give the author all the love she deserves, the original is here (part I) and here (part II)



