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Scene 33: Tasha’s Song

Ext. Lithia Park Fairy Ponds. Day.

Tasha lies by a pond. Nearby a harpist is playing.

Tasha:
(singing V.O.)
A gentle Soul,
A gentle sleep.
Blessed Harp,
Harmony did it keep.
A gentle touch,
On strings so soft.
A soothing breeze,
In which the Soul did wash.
Peaceful sound,
Of endless occurrence.
A calming voice,
With total assurance.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
Beneath blue skies,
The sun did keep.
And as the light darkens to dusk,
A fairy hovers by,
And sprinkles me with magic dust.

Leu

Slab

6' 4 (1.93 m)

Căprui

caucaziană

Singur(ă)

Nu

Da

Zâmbet

Tatuaj vizibil

Negru

Pisică

Da

Diplomă de Colegiu

Propria afacere

Artă / Muzică / Literatură

Filmmaker

30,000$ - 44,999$

Cu un coleg (colegi)

Liniște totală

Da - pipe

Da - 1 sau 2

Izgonit

Închis, Timid, Atent, Anti-social , Prietenos, De comedie, De aventură, Întunecat, Ciudat

Citire, Muzică, Filme, Internet , Dans, Religie / Spiritualitate, Camping

Acasă, Filmele, Relaxare, Dormit

Fun

Living

Prietenos, Scandalagiu, Super, Tainic, Ridicol, Nu am nici un prieten

Spiritual dar nu religios

Niciodată

To fall in love

Inteligent, Deștept, Sec / Sarcastic, Prietenos, Ridicol, Tainic, Buf, Vulgar, Sadic

Documentar, Drame, Filme, Sporturi

Științifico-fantastic, Romantism, Dramă, Documentar, Familie, Pentru adulți

Rock , Metal , Electronică, Pop , Blues , Industrială, New Age , Ambient

Vechi, Auto-biografie, Biografie, Clasică, Fantezie , Ficțiune, Umor, Natură, Filozofie, Referință, Poezie, Religie, Științifico-fantastic, Sunt un autor

Fun!

Frumusețe, Empatie, Sensibilitate, Ciudățenii, Pasivitate

My life pours out like a thousand strands of seaweed.
Each one swaying to the rhythms of the ocean.
Taking me on tide pool journeys of bittersweet memories and seductive salt water tears.

I am the land
And the ocean is the realm of each woman I have loved.
Our meeting places: estuaries of creation, shores of intoxication and archipelagoes of desire.

Sometimes we are set upon by hurricanes, earthquakes or tsunamis.
And argue for endless miles.
And sometimes we float like lotuses on the Ganges,
The water breathing stillness into our hearts.

But whether calamity or humility,
We are still earth and water, woman and man.
Swaying back and forth like seaweed,
Our roots entwining ourselves with the shell of creation.

Prieten de pe internet, Prieten, Partener de întâlniri, Intim, Dedicat(ă)