giovedì 16 febbraio 2017

Pure beauty

( During the Moon of Pearls the sunset is called the blue hour here, the sky is painted in amazing colors, and every evening is different and amazing. Pure beauty that brings to my mind this Tolkien's poem )
The world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone,
When Durin woke and walked alone.
He named the nameless hills and dells;
He drank from yet untasted wells;
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadow of his head.

The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In Elder Days before the fall
( JRR Tolkien, Durin Song )

( A few days ago, at the sunrise the moon was setting. It has been a magical mystical moment, as father sun was ascending at east, sister moon was setting at west )

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