“ Maedhros waited a few moments for the silence to deepen, to fill the entire building from floor to ceiling. Then, he pushed his chair lightly in the table, his fingers tightening around his diamond-wrought chalice: one of the scarce things that remained from his father’s heritage. The Warden of the East took a liking to that chalice, and used it only on special occasions. (Maedhros, as far as he was concerned, found it artsy, heavy, and entirely useless, since it was designed in such a way that half a precious mouthful of wine always rested at its bottom, and it was terribly frustrating to have it poured out within the boundaries of polite dining). “

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Maeth, neked melyik tetszik? Scriptekkel mindegyik megval�s�that�, de �ssze kell majd dolgoznom a jelenlegi css-sel (vagy annak azzal a v�ltozat�val, amilyen lesz), hogy ne legyen az a fos, mint a m�ltkor.

Nekem a 2-es, als� c�mk�s tal�n a kedvencem, de nem tudom, hogy n�zne ki.

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Even facebook keeps asking me "What makes you happy?"

And I stare at that question with a sinking feeling, terrified that I have no answer to give.

Shadows are deepening and the tide rises. You cannot see the other side, but you know what is there, who is there. You shrug off a bone-clattering shiver: the timely alliance of the evening chill and your crippling discomfort is not strong enough for a crown prince to care.

Kifosztott�l,

bens�m most - rom�nkori templom -
v�dtelen, ak�r az olt�r Nagyp�nteken;
se d�sz, se takar�.

Te ott –m�sz�ros a tetem felett –
csod�ltad, hogy hogyan lehet
a csupaszs�g ilyen;
hideg �s kop�r.
(A te �lmaidban minden forr�, ami meztelen.)
�n voltam tal�n az els�...,
aki nem.