Guest_Norferata
Avatar since: 11/03/09

Female
Age: 16
Finland
Last log on: 12/05/09

"Thank you, I never drink... wine."

The water in that very spot
Moves rolling many rings
And out of unknown, dark and depth
A superb young man springs.

As on a threshold o'er the sill
His hasty steps he leads,
Holds in his hand a wand with, at
Its top, a crown of reeds!

His black shroud lets develop out
His arms marble and hale;
He pensively and sadly brings
His face awfully pale.

But he falls not as he did once
From height into the swells:
-"What matters thee, clod of dust, if
'Tis me or some one else?

You live in your sphere's narrowness
And luck rules over you -
But in my steady world I feel
Eternal, cold and true!"

- M. Eminescu