"In the meadows of heaven, we run through the stars.
Romantic in our tastes. We are without excuse.
We burn in our lust. We die in our eyes and drown in our arms."
writers
Lovecraft
"...all life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference between those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and (there is) no cause to value one above the other."
Poe
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream"
E.T.A. Hoffmann
"Heads moved along on crickets’ legs attached to their ears and sneered at me. Strange fowl - ravens with human faces - whirled in the air. I recognized the concertmaster from B. with his sister, who danced madly to the tune of a waltz which her brother played on his chest, which served as a violin. Belcampo, with an ugly lizard’s face and mounted on a ghastly winged worm, violently approached me and wanted to comb my beard with a red-hot iron comb...Satan stridently laughs, “Now you are wholly mine.”
Gautier
"Who can believe that there is no soul behind those luminous eyes!"
Cortazar
"Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are."
Llosa
"Prosperity or egalitarianism – you have to choose. I favor freedom – you never achieve real equality anyway, you simply sacrifice prosperity for an illusion."
Shakespeare
"Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying
nothing."
Byron
"But words are things; and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think."
Milton
"A good book is the precious life-blood of the master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose for a life beyond."
Baudelaire
"It is the greatest art of the devil to convince us he does not exist."
Erasmus
"If a person were to try stripping the disguises from actors while they play a scene upon stage, showing to the audience their real looks and the faces they were born with, would not such a one spoil the whole play ? And would not the spectators think he deserved to be driven out of the theatre with brickbats, as a drunken disturber ?... Now what else is the whole life of mortals but a sort of comedy, in which the various actors, disguised by various costumes and masks, walk on and play each one his part, until the manager waves them off the stage ? Moreover, this manager frequently bids the same actor to go back in a different costume, so that he who has but lately played the king in scarlet now acts the flunkey in patched clothes. Thus all things are presented by shadows."
Rabelais
Gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective and valuable than words.
Holderlin
"Even the most sublime nothingness gives birth to nothingness."
Kleist
"Back to nothingness, Prince von Homburg.
. . . Such prizes cannot be achieved by dreaming!"
Eminescu
"Long she gazes. Hair soft golden,
O'er her face the moon's pale light,
While within her eyes of violet
All times fairy-tales unite."
Botta
"You were beyond the clear of the stars
and the moon, shy, was following you.
Oh, most beautiful was
as clear as crystal your tear !"
Blaga
Ph.K.Dick
"I am Ubik. Before the universe was, I am. I made the suns. I made the worlds. I created the lives and the places they inhabit; I move them here, I put them there. They go as I say, they do as I tell them, I am the word and my name is never spoken, The name which no one knows. I am called Ubik, but that is not my name. I am. I shall always be.[...]
JUMP IN THE URINAL AND STAND ON YOUR HEAD.
I'M THE ONE THAT'S ALIVE. YOU'RE ALL DEAD."
Daniel Walther
painters
Bosch ~ Leonardo ~ Giorgione ~ Fuseli
Dali ~ Dore ~ Sime ~ Ensor ~ Martin
clasSickal
Mozart ~ Bach ~ Vivaldi
Rachmaninov ~ Chopin ~ Schumann
metal and dark
Elend ~ Lacrimosa ~ Samael ~ Evol
Ataraxia ~ Septic Flesh ~ Tiamat ~ Summoning
In The Woods ~ Lux Occulta ~ My Dying Bride
Cradle Of Filth ~ Lake Of Tears ~ Anathema
Unleashed ~ Evereve ~ Decoryah ~ Arcana
Betray My Secrets ~ Therion ~ The Blood Divine
Dark Sanctuary ~ Silentium ~ Muse
favourite song
Dancing Under The Closed Eyes Of Paradise - Elend
"Les Ténèbres Du Dehors"(1996)
favourite videos
The Goat - Sopor Aeternus
Du Riechst So Gut (You smell so good) - Rammstein
Alleine Zu Zweit - Lacrimosa
For you - My Dying Bride
movies
"Dracula" (1992) - Francis Ford Coppola
"The Wall" (1982) - Alan Parker
"Nosferatu"(1978) - Herzog
"Amadeus"(1984) - Milos Forman
"Europa"(1991),"Dogville"(2003) - Lars Von Trier
"Mahabharata"(1989) - Peter Brook
"Possession" (1981) - Andrzej Zulawski
"Merlin"(1998) - Steve Barron
"Immortal Beloved"(1994) - Bernard Rose
"Dagon"(2001) - Stuart Gordon
actors
Gary Oldman
Isabelle Adjani
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the Soothing One
my beloved
Bendis
my coven
theatre and acting
dreams and bizarre
Venexia
(the most feminine and mysterious city)
masks
(Sometimes the splendor of the drama make-up
is the only way to reveal the truth in this hypocritical society)
spagyric alchemy and magic
the wolf and the werewolf
Vlad Tepes
The Great Wallachian Waiwode
Maatkare Khnumt-Amun Hatshepsut
c.1508 BC - 1458 BC
the romantic hero
(idealist and extreme in everything, not cheap ones)
haiku and zen stories
ancient legends and tales
the grey color
It`s the color of the twilight which make all things equal
and the color of the ashes that promise a new beginning...
the concept of
THE VAMPIRE
(as the great romantic authors have depicted it in their works)
wild mountains and forests of my homeland
THE MOON
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traitors
Iago kind of people
the plague named communism
the one that would kill for money
coleopters
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The place where I intend dnetni I erehw ecalp ehT
to catch the dreamers, ,sremaerd eht hctac ot
imagined like a room moor a ekil denigami
entirely covered with mirrors. .srorrim htiw derevoc yleritne
Sometimes I will post here a poem meop a ereh tsop lliw I semitemoS
hoping it`s waters will reflect tcelfer lliw sretaw s`ti gnipoh
a bit of your soul. .luos ruoy fo tib a
I am somewhere in here too, ,oot ereh ni erehwemos ma I
lost ... ... tsol
maybe you will feel the desire erised eht leef lliw uoy ebyam
to return and we will hunt tnuh lliw ew dna nruter ot
each other rehto hcae
in this fantastic realm. .mlaer citsatnaf siht ni
LITURGY FOR LILITH
by Fabian
"I am Lilith, Grandmother of Mary Magdalene
I am Lilith, whose sexual fire was too hot for God.
I am Lilith, the First Woman, who chose the rage of exile over the cancer
Of servitude.
I am Lilith, Mother to the Mother-less.
I am Lilith, whose blood covers the moon.
I am Lilith, standing on owl’s claws at a woman’s crossroads.
I am Lilith, the Whore in the gateway of the Temple.
I am Lilith, whose serpentine tongue caused Eve to laugh, and pick the
apple!
I am Lilith, Revolving Sword of Flame – scorching hypocrisy from truth’s
white bones.
I am Lilith, free-moving in the Wilderness.
I am Lilith, spirit of night and air.
I am Lilith, in whose dark caves transgressors find sanctuary.
I am Salome.
I am Morgan le Faye.
I am the Queen of Shayba –
My hair is black, and I am ‘dark but comely’,
(Solomon sang my song!).
My hair is red and my skin, ivory.
I am Eve’s big sister.
I am Lilith, Mother to the motherless.
I am Lilith, whose sexual fire was too hot for God.
I am Lilith, living in the Shadow.
Waiting. For you."
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And that`s where the dramatic journey ends!
TIAMAT
Forever Burning Flames
Rip out my heart and put it on the table
Read my life in the blood
I am waiting to answer your suffering please
As a deathly silence does curtail my remains
In the river of tears ruins blood from my eyes
Yet another morning is emptying my veins
Alone I seek, a tiny groove I stalk
In the river Lethe I slowly drown
Raging flames cover my corpse
Far from identity and remembrance
But the shades of my mind are still carrying
Colours of most beautiful kind
Around the cenotaph I am scattered
I am in the air you breathe
Let us forget me for awhile
And I bet you'll remember me no more...
Empty screams
To fill a new world
A place I've missed
Bodies are courses where maggots are turning
Souls are flames... forever burning!
Stay dark!
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