I am the HOLLOW WOMAN.I am the stuffed woman.
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas !
My dried voice is quiet and meaningless,as wind in dry grass,or rats'feet over broken glass. In my dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour.Paralysed force, gesture without motion.Those who have crossed with direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom: Remember me -if at all- not as lost Violent soul, but only as the hollow woman.
At 3 o'clock in the morning.Between the idea and the reality.Between the motion and the act:Falls the Shadow. For Thine is the Kingdom.Between the conception and the creation.Between the emotion and the response falls the Shadow.Life is very long.Between the desire and the spasm.Between the potency and the existence.Between the essence and the descent falls the Shadow
For THIN is the Kingdom. For THIN is Life is
For THIN is the...THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD ENDS, NOT WITH A BANG BUT A WHIMPER.
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Mists of Avalon: Loreena McKennitt - Beltane Fire Dance.flv
http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=wf4DHpKC87M
I love celtic, tribal and bellydancing.Above all, dancing in the moonlight.
I LOVE REAL PEOPLE, TRUE LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP THE ONLY IMPORTANT THINGS IN LIFE.