Boytoy?

Man kan finde de særeste ting, ved en gennemgang af sin tegneblok. Hvad der ligger til grund for denne, flere år gamle og ufærdige sag, kan man kun gisne om.

Boytoy?

Man kan finde de særeste ting, ved en gennemgang af sin tegneblok. Hvad der ligger til grund for denne, flere år gamle og ufærdige sag, kan man kun gisne om.

Three with the Moon and his Shadow

With a jar of wine I sit by the flowering trees.
I drink alone, and where are my friends?
Ah, the moon above looks down on me,
I call and lift my cup to his brightness.
And see, there goes my shadow before me.
Hoo! We're a party of tree, I say-
Though the poor moon can't drink,
And my shadow but dances around me,
We're all friends to-night,
The drinker, the moon and the shadow.
Let our revelry be suited to the spring!

I sing, the wild moon wanders the sky,
I dance, my shadow goes tumbling about.
While we're awake, let us join the carousal.
Only sweet drunkenness shall ever part us.
Let us pledge a friendship no mortals know,
And often hail each other at evening,
Far across the vast and vaporous space!


...

Three with the Moon and his Shadow

With a jar of wine I sit by the flowering trees.
I drink alone, and where are my friends?
Ah, the moon above looks down on me,
I call and lift my cup to his brightness.
And see, there goes my shadow before me.
Hoo! We're a party of tree, I say-
Though the poor moon can't drink,
And my shadow but dances around me,
We're all friends to-night,
The drinker, the moon and the shadow.
Let our revelry be suited to the spring!

I sing, the wild moon wanders the sky,
I dance, my shadow goes tumbling about.
While we're awake, let us join the carousal.
Only sweet drunkenness shall ever part us.
Let us pledge a friendship no mortals know,
And often hail each other at evening,
Far across the vast and vaporous space!


...

Clara darling...

Clara darling...

Miaw

Man får lyst til at krybe under dynen, rulle sig sammen som en kat, og først komme ud, når en hånd kommer og stryger én over ryggen.