The moon [Theme] Page 3

She realized that it was ultimately only a matter of interpretation. If you want to find purple unicorns, you will soon start to see them at every turn. Similarly, in fortune-telling: if there was any correspondence between the material, be it coffee grounds or molten lead, and its interpretation, then it is by no means deep and is similar to the connection between the desert and the moon rising over the sands. The desert served as a scenic backdrop for the moon, but the moon apparently existed on its own, independent of the desert. Likewise, the human eye saw in a piece of gray lead something that was not reducible to the form that the frozen metal took. If you look diligently and for a long time, you can even make out a purple unicorn.

He... seems reliable, but at the same time distant and impregnable. Like the moon... You're trying to catch the moon in the water with your hand, but the moon is a thousand miles away...

We will certainly redeem afterwards with our own blood.

There are seven of us, but there are also trees, the sky, the lake, the moon and, of course, Shakespeare. He lived with us like the eighth housemate, an older, wise invisible friend who had just left the room.

Nature is not a person, you cannot deceive her by making her believe in your fairy tales. Try to convince the moon that it is made of cheese, even if you spend your whole life on it, but the moon will not change!

that night stood out clearer.

united.

- Ugh! Traitor!

There is a woman. A beautiful woman, with alabaster skin and pigeon eyes. She travels at night, only at night. Her sun is the moon. And her name is ... Isabella. Find her and you will find the wolf. The wolf I need. The wolf who ... loves her ...

But rather it evokes the thought of the moon, which has undoubtedly bestowed on it its roar power; not about a pale idyllic moon that looks like a cold newlywed moon, but a moon sinister and intoxicating that looks from the depths of a stormy night through ragged shreds of running clouds; not of a quiet and meek moon that illuminates the sleep of the righteous, but a moon overthrown from heaven, defeated and resurrected again, to which the Thessalian sorceresses cast their spells by dancing on the grass bending with terror.

The moon is dancing in the sky - White tip of the tail ...

Over the withering meadow ...

A person is happy or is in sorrow, whether he is right or wrong, the world around remains unchanged and indifferent. When all who live on earth today are gone, the sun will still rise in the morning, and the moon will pour out its silvery light from heaven.

the cuckoo sings incessantly ...