In my Solitude by nainie

In my Solitude

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Added: Sep 12, 2005
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A work inspired by my character, Nainië (or Solitude) and his kingdom, Oldwishes.
It is a scene described in one of my texts, that I am unable to translate for you, sorry.

I hope you like this one. Your comments are welcome.
Thanks so much for your support !

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"...Elle est étendue au bord d'un lac, sur une pierre qui le surplombe. Elle plonge sa main dans l'eau, agréable qui la soulage. Elle laisse son bras se balancer, sa main dans la douce tiédeur des vagues. Son regard, lointain, plonge dans l'horizon aux longues pierres.

Les flots, flegmatiques, glissent sur le sable d'acérés cailloux. D'interminables vagues éclatent avec acharnements et férocité sur les rochers de la crique, gardant cependant un ordre réparti, égrainé, une après une. Le vent ne parvient que peu dans ce lieu isolé. Un espace court, léger. Admirable et Absolu. Eau noire. Les roches de la baie, graniteuses, dressées vers le ciel à l'astre vaniteux, dérobées, se sont parées de lapis-lazuli, donnant à leur air décharné et étriqué une apparence mystérieuse et emblématique.

Une faible lueur file sur les surfaces inégales, monte, descend toujours, prend possession des lieux, espace après vide, vide après dimension. Elle court telle une flamme trépidante sur des cendres rougissantes de papier fraîchement consumé..."

© Cécile Lensen 2002-2005

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she looks like that girl from flyleaf!
totally awesome!!
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It is just beautuful!

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Here's a translation for you Smile

"...Elle is spread by a lake, on a rock that overhangs it. She thrusts his hand in water, pleasant that the relieves. She leaves his arm to balance itself, his hand in the soft tiédeur of the waves. His look, distant, dive in the horizon to the long rocks.

The waves, phlegmatic, slip on the sand of cutting stones. Of unending waves burst with determinations and ferociousness on the boulders of the creek, keeping nevertheless a divided up order, égrainé, an after a. The wind reaches only little in this isolated place. A space runs, light. Admirable and Absolute. Black water. The rocks of the bay, graniteuses, erected towards the sky to the conceited star, robbed, adorned themselves lapis-lazuli, giving to their air décharné and étriqué a mysterious and emblematic appearance.

A weak glimmer spins on the unequal surfaces, climbs, always descends, takes possession of the places, spaces after emptying, empties after dimension. She runs such a flame vibrating on ashes reddening fresh consumed paper. .."

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Don't know what to say..... but I like it.

rita's picture

Lovely

Art at its best.