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17 agosto вαву fαєяιєѕ
ωнєи тнє fιяѕт вαву ℓαυgнє∂ fσя тнє fιяѕт тιмє,
тнє ℓαυgн вяσкє ιитσ α тнσυѕαи∂ ριє¢єѕ αи∂ тнєу αℓℓ ωєит ѕкιρριиg αвσυт,
αи∂ тнαт ωαѕ тнє вєgιииιиg σf fαιяιєѕ.
αи∂ иσω ωнєи єνєяу иєω вαву ιѕ вσяи ιтѕ fιяѕт ℓαυgн вє¢σмєѕ α fαιяу.
ѕσ тнєяє συgнт тσ вє σиє fαιяу fσя єνєяу вσу σя gιяℓ.
 28 marzo ωєℓ¢σмєgυєѕт тяєє
мι∂ѕυммєя ∂яєαм
σиє уєαя υρσи мι∂ѕυммєя'ѕ ∂αу
ι ѕℓєρт вєиєαтн αи єℓ∂єя тяєє
αи∂ ιи му ∂яєαм ωнιℓє ι тнєяє ∂σzє∂
α fαєяιє ¢αмє тσ мє
 fιяѕт тαℓℓ αи∂ ℓιтнє, тнєи ѕнσят αи∂ ѕтσυт
тнєи נυѕт ℓιкє мє ωαѕ ѕнє
ωιтн ρσιитє∂ єαяѕ αи∂ gαυzу ωιиgѕ
αи∂ тнєи ωιтн иσиє тσ ѕєє
α ℓιgнт σf gяєєи ѕυяяσυи∂є∂ нєя
ι ѕмєℓℓє∂ нєя ωσσ∂ѕу ѕ¢єит
ѕнє ѕρσкє ℓιкє ѕιℓνєя вєℓℓѕ α-яιиgιиg
"¢σмє ѕєє му ℓαи∂!" ѕнє ѕαι∂; ι ωєит!
fι∂∂ℓєяѕ ρℓαує∂ αи∂ ριρєяѕ тσσ
ιи яιиgѕ σf ¢ℓσνєя σи тнє нιℓℓѕ
ι нєαя∂ тнє ∂яιfтιиg, ℓσνєℓу тυиє
αи∂ ιт σνєя¢αмє му ωιℓℓ!
тнє fαєяιєѕ ∂αи¢є∂ αи∂ αтє αи∂ ∂яαик
αѕ σи тнєιя мєяяιмєит тнєу вєит
ι נσιиє∂ тнєм ιи α ¢ιя¢ℓє ∂αи¢є
αи∂ ∂αи¢є∂ 'тιℓ ι ωαѕ ѕρєит.
ωнєи ι αωσкє ι ωαѕ αgαιи
вєиєαтн тнє ѕтαтєℓу тяєє
ι ℓσσкє∂ αяσυи∂, вυт ¢συℓ∂ иσт fιи∂
α σиє σf αℓℓ тнє ѕι∂нє.
ι'νє ѕєαя¢нє∂ fσя αℓℓ тнєѕє мαиу мσитнѕ
тσ fιи∂ α fαє тσ тαкє мє вα¢к,
вυт тнє мαgι¢ σf мι∂ѕυммєя
ιт ѕєємѕ ιѕ ωнαт ι ℓα¢к
ѕσ ι'ℓℓ вє σff тσ тнє fαєяιє ℓαи∂ѕ
ιи נυиє ωнєи тнє яσѕєѕ вℓσσм,
ωнєи ι ѕєє ¢ℓσνєя яιиgѕ σи нιℓℓѕ αfαя
αи∂ ι нєαя α ∂яιfтιиg ριριиg тυиє.
25 marzo fαєяιє иαмєνσι¢є σf тнє σ¢єαи
You are a Siren, more adventurous than all. With a voice like no other, you sit on warm rocks and sing to the moon and sea. Yet sometimes shipwrecks find you, and raving men want you. You are a bottle of talent and power. What the unknown is you seek to find, and a lover. You have the moon and stars as friends. There are a very few of you, - what a rare find. Take this quiz
тяανєℓ ву нєαят
Some say there's a place very far away
Where one hundred white lillies grow new every day. Where mist in the morning is lighter than air
Some even say that faeries live there.
At just the right moment, when mist becomes
light
God's golden fingers erase all the night.
If you look very carefully, look without seeing
You'll see a strange sight... a magical being.
Out of the mist an image is born
Whiteness all glowing with one gleaming horn.
He breathes out the last of the mist from his birth
In the coolness his hooves barely touch the earth.
Some say he is made from pure love, hope, and light
But you'll only see him when your eyes are closed tight. You won't find this place on a map or a chart
The only route there is to travel by heart.
 So you want to travel to the Land of the Unicorn?
Where magic exists and faeries are born.
You must first close your eyes and open your heart
Only then will your wonderful journey start.
Though everything seems misty, try not to stare
If you look much too closely nothing will be there.
The air is so cool, yet incredibly still...
Like something's to happen and probably will.
You stop breathing to notice there's not a sound to be heard,
Not a tree in the wind- not the song of a bird.
On your cheek you feel the sweet breath of warm air And you turn to find the Unicorn standing there.
For a moment you stare right into his eyes
He is old and he is young and he is very, very wise.
You swear to keep the secret of all these magical things,
And then you are invited to try some faerie wings.
Beams of sun break through the clouds
as if by his command,
And then you see a faerie who takes you by the hand. Her hair is golden swirling curls sparkling with dew,
Her dress is like white taffeta flecked with bits of blue.
They take you through a thick of woods til a clearing you can spy,
You blink your eyes in disbelief as flower petals fall from the sky.
The air is sweet with many things
You turn to notice you have faerie wings.
To the lillies you go, upon his back,
as you go to deliver dew
This is something you've never done, yet It's something you always knew.
Though no time passes the day is done,
You sadly turn to see the setting of the sun.
And so you wake in your bed, hair still sparkling with dew,
With memories of secret things......
on faerie wings you flew
∂αяє тσ ∂яєαм gαя∂єи σf ѕσиg
αт тнє вσттσм σf му gαя∂єи.
ιѕ α νєяу ѕρє¢ιαℓ ѕρσт.
ιт αℓωαуѕ fєєℓѕ ѕσ ρєα¢єfυℓ.
αи∂ ι gσ ∂σωи тнєяє ℓσт.
ιт нαѕ α ¢єятαιи мαgι¢.
нσω ιт ωσякѕ ιѕ нαя∂ тσ тєℓℓ.
αи∂ тнєи, αмι∂ѕт тнє fℓσωєяѕ.
ι ѕαω α fαєяιє ∂єℓℓ.
ιт тσσк мє вα¢к тσ ¢нιℓ∂нσσ∂. тнσѕє нαρρу ¢αяєfяєє ∂αуѕ.
ι'∂ ℓιє υρσи тнє тнι¢к gяєєи gяαѕѕ.
αи∂ αт тнє ¢ℓσυ∂ѕ ι gαzє.
ι'∂ fєєℓ α fℓυттєя ву му єαяѕ,
ℓιкє fяαgιℓє fαєяιє ωιиgѕ.
αи∂ ιи му нєα∂ тнє נσуfυℓ ѕσиg.
тнαт α нαρρу fαєяιє ѕιиgѕ.
ι ѕαω тнє ωσяℓ∂ тняσυgн fαєяιє єуєѕ.
ιт ωαѕ fυℓℓ σf ρєα¢є αи∂ ℓσνє.
ωє ѕαиg αи∂ ∂αи¢є∂ тнє ωнσℓє ∂αу тняσυgн. ωнιℓє тнє ѕυи ѕнσиє fяσм αвσνє.
тнσѕє ∂αуѕ αяє ѕнσят αи∂ ωє gяσω υρ.
συя ¢αяєfяєє ∂αуѕ αяє gσиє.
ωє ℓσиg тσ нєαя, נυѕт σиє мσяє тιмє,
тнαт ѕρє¢ιαℓ fαєяιє ѕσиg.
 тнαт ѕρσт ∂σωи ιи му gαя∂єи.
нαѕ вє¢σмє му ѕσℓιтυ∂є.
иσ σиє єℓѕє ¢αи fєєℓ ιт,
вυт ι ∂ι∂и'т тнιик тнєу ωσυℓ∂.
ι gσ єα¢н ∂αу тσ ѕιт тнєяє.
αи∂ αяяινє ѕσ fυℓℓ σf ¢αяє.
тнєи ι fєєℓ α fℓυттєя ι му єαя.
αи∂ киσω тнαт ѕнє ιѕ тнєяє.
αи∂ ѕσσи му ¢αяєѕ αяє тαкєи.
fℓσωи αωαу σи fαєяιє ωιиg.
тнєи ι ¢ℓσѕє му єуєѕ αи∂ ℓιѕтєи.
αи∂ ι нєαя тнє fαєяιє ѕιиg.
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