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Feb. 17th, 2007 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nausicaa83Today Tati went back home, and even after so few days I had grown accostumed to her presence here, so the house feels weirdly silent, it's almost creepy. My aunt will be here on monday morning as yesterday they moved mom to that clinic, and she wants to be with me when I go and meet the new doctors. Well, as a matter of fact, *I* want her to be with me too. This is going to be really traumatic...
About my eye, it still feels the same as before, and that's good, I guess... I only have these purple lights floating, but no weird lights that the doctor said were coming from my "falling retina". I'm still nervous about it, though, I can't wait for it to be wednesday, so I can talk with him again, and see if we can heal it just with this laser. I don't really care if it hurts, as long as it works!
And as you can see from the icon, I'm currently reading Kaori Yuki's Fairy Cube: what a great manga! I love the story, and how the fairies are depicted as cruel creatures, but still have the same appearances they have in fairy-tale books. I really like Ansiel, I hope she'll have a larger part in the next volumes, and maybe show us what her power is. About that, I just read the latest Bleach chapter, and I loved it! The last chapters looked a bit weak, but with the Ninth Espada joining the group it's going to be real fun! ;)
There is an ocean of vast proportion
And she flows within ourselves.
To take dips daily we dive in gaily,
He knows who goes within himself.
The abode of Angels, the mystical Promised Land,
The one and only Heaven, the God of man
Is but the closing of an eyelid away.
There is a silence of pure excellence
And she flows within ourselves.
To appreciate, re-deactivate,
He knows who goes within himself.
The domain of Devils, the Fearful Land,
The only and only Hades, the Satan of man
Is but the closing of an eyelid away.
All is as it was and ever more shall be,
Though they try to tell us it's not so.
Over all the earth there's nothing new to see,
Excepting every seed will newly grow.
Innocence in childhood false men misconstrue
To be years of darkness spent in shade,
Denying childhood's vision of the God of Love,
So that Truth be turned about and untruth made,
And untruth made.
There is a reason for every season
Of change within ourselves.
To navigate, re-appreciate
And know the flow within ourselves.
The deliverance from Deluge, the good dry land,
The one and only Haven, the rock of Man
Is but the closing of an eyelid away.
There is a season, ooh,
There is an ocean, ooh,
There is a silence, ooh.
About my eye, it still feels the same as before, and that's good, I guess... I only have these purple lights floating, but no weird lights that the doctor said were coming from my "falling retina". I'm still nervous about it, though, I can't wait for it to be wednesday, so I can talk with him again, and see if we can heal it just with this laser. I don't really care if it hurts, as long as it works!
And as you can see from the icon, I'm currently reading Kaori Yuki's Fairy Cube: what a great manga! I love the story, and how the fairies are depicted as cruel creatures, but still have the same appearances they have in fairy-tale books. I really like Ansiel, I hope she'll have a larger part in the next volumes, and maybe show us what her power is. About that, I just read the latest Bleach chapter, and I loved it! The last chapters looked a bit weak, but with the Ninth Espada joining the group it's going to be real fun! ;)
And she flows within ourselves.
To take dips daily we dive in gaily,
He knows who goes within himself.
The abode of Angels, the mystical Promised Land,
The one and only Heaven, the God of man
Is but the closing of an eyelid away.
There is a silence of pure excellence
And she flows within ourselves.
To appreciate, re-deactivate,
He knows who goes within himself.
The domain of Devils, the Fearful Land,
The only and only Hades, the Satan of man
Is but the closing of an eyelid away.
All is as it was and ever more shall be,
Though they try to tell us it's not so.
Over all the earth there's nothing new to see,
Excepting every seed will newly grow.
Innocence in childhood false men misconstrue
To be years of darkness spent in shade,
Denying childhood's vision of the God of Love,
So that Truth be turned about and untruth made,
And untruth made.
There is a reason for every season
Of change within ourselves.
To navigate, re-appreciate
And know the flow within ourselves.
The deliverance from Deluge, the good dry land,
The one and only Haven, the rock of Man
Is but the closing of an eyelid away.
There is a season, ooh,
There is an ocean, ooh,
There is a silence, ooh.
