Velvet Grave

 

O Portal Gótico está a sortear um Bilhete Duplo para Progressive Nation 2009 Tour: Dream Theather + Opeth + BIgelf + Unexpect que se vai realizar na Cidade do Porto a 22 de Outubro.


Concorre até dia 18.
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O Portal Gótico está a sortear uma entrada grátis para o festival Festival Lock the Target ! (Local: Porto)



Só tens de enviar um email para info@portalgotico.com com a resposta à pergunta:



Qual o nome do vocalista dos Deviant UK?



Participa!





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Obrigado por aceitares o convite, vai passando para ver as novidades!

Amor Profanus.
Ernest Christopher Dowson (1867-1900)

Beyond the pale of memory,
In some mysterious dusky grove;
A place of shadows utterly,
Where never coos the turtle-dove,
A world forgotten of the sun:
I dreamed we met when day was done,
And marvelled at our ancient love.

Met there by chance, long kept apart,
We wandered through the darkling glades;
And that old language of the heart
We sought to speak: alas! poor shades!
Over our pallid lips had run
The waters of oblivion,
Which crown all loves of men or maids.

In vain we stammered: from afar
Our old desire shone cold and dead:
That time was distant as a star,
When eyes were bright and lips were red.
And still we went with downcast eye
And no delight in being nigh,
Poor shadows most uncomforted.

Ah, Lalage! while life is ours,
Hoard not thy beauty rose and white,
But pluck the pretty fleeing flowers
That deck our little path of light:
For all too soon we twain shall tread
The bitter pastures of the dead:
Estranged, sad spectres of the night.

 

 

With all my love!

File us under batshit please!

hello!
x

De profundis.

Oh why is heaven built so far,
Oh why is earth set so remote?
I cannot reach the nearest star
That hangs afloat.

I would not care to reach the moon,
One round monotonous of change;
Yet even she repeats her tune
Beyond my range.

I never watch the scatter'd fire
Of stars, or sun's far-trailing train,
But all my heart is one desire,
And all in vain:

For I am bound with fleshly bands,
Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;
I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,
And catch at hope.

Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894)

Thank you so much for the request, Tess. It seems that we have some interests in common, and your taste in music is simply exquisite.
Hope you're doing well :)

Malveillance

hey; thanks for the add :)

Greetings ;)