Just be friends - Megurine Luka

Porcelain

Immortal voices that touched me with their image
They shine with inner joy
I imagine myself sitting on the top of the Celcius airship
And the blue sky of Spira sings me a lullaby
What a wonderful evening to be alive
This ship is made out of magic
Frolicking in the clouds soaring in the skyline wind
I have been in that holy innocence of friendship
May we meet again in my private fantasy
Where time flows like leaves in the Autumn gust
Wide spaces of vertical roads and boulevards
All manufactured by a place in our memory
A place where we will return to someday
It feels almost like a photograph
Its not moving but its real somewhere

Here in this spatial vortex of whenelse
Spinning for aeons and minutes away from tomorrow
Feelings turned to matter
And we don't have time to think
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The moon, a shaking heart in an unsteady mirror The stars, gentle tears in an overflowing stream

Isn't it beautiful, To walk together in each others hands I do so want to go, To your city, your house, into your arms.

That heart, held within your body In those confusing nights I dream

The wind, its halting words are a gentle illusion The clouds, the broken future like a distant voice

The moon, a heart flowing in the clouded mirror The stars, broken and swaying, Like tears unable to be hidden.

Isn't it beautiful, To walk together in each others hands I do so want to go, To your city, your house, into your arms.

That face, A soft touch, Dissolving into morning, I dream. lyrics: kazushige nojima

29th of October 2009

Today the sky was rather pretty so I took a snapshot for you.
Enjoy!

Directory (test )

The internet as a ghost place, if it had not come to being as a commercial entity.
In a cyberpunk world, a wireless network with adapters for communicating with nearby machines. An IP network of analog-fashioned computers built for laboratories, now sold in flea markets by immigrants. In a world where cyberspace is understood only by geeks surrounded by broken network adaptors and books about programming languages that were long since abandonded.



To use assembly in order to ping a pinball machine arcade at the edge of your city was a high to them. Their rooms lit only by the fan LEDs, network adaptors flickering lights and CRT screens , depicting a totally black screen overflowing with console commands in hex.
Smoking profusely even when they got sick of it. Thanks to their artificial lungs no harm done.

Photo from here

~Dearly Beloved~

What I remember of life and sweet memories
Are the simple and silly things
Like holding ice cream in your mouth and letting it drip
While watching the horizon and Her sunset
On the beach
The things that made you laugh
Stupid reasons to make you smile
The trifling jokes are the ones you remember for ever
Are just like wet sand of the evening tide
Like marks on the sand, that Life will wash away
The sweet moments of my beloved
Wherever you may be
This is for you

To Zanarkand

I was relaxing in a jazz club at Luca, some drunk hypello kept laughing at the same joke
"Ze shoopuff is hungry"
I fed them this morning darn it Zef! Stop crying about your shoopuffs all the time.
"Ze shoopuff is hungry and needs food !!"
Darn it Zef I told you to feed them not run the business. Our stomach or the shoopufss are more important? I swear this kid is obsessed with them.
What would you do if you had my love of these magnificent animals?
I would certainly not be on some old shoopuff's back laying all day long.
"What would you do if you were 130 years old"
"I wouldn not waste my day watching the pirefly lake Zef." "This old shoopuff is your obsession"
"Well I don't harm anyone, so shut up"
"Hhaha you lost again!"
He threw the dice again, losing for the third time today.
"If you would stop your mumbling then I would play seriously Ridof." "Stop joking around and then Ill play for real."
When was the last time you played for real Zef??
Zef threw the dice down and slowly sipped a cup of macalania coffee.



I guess I was to spend a little time here but this hypello company won't let me calm down.
"Would you like some more beer?" The waiter asked me.
"No thanks a lot. " I replied and finished rolling a cigarette.
I decided to smoke it and go after a while. The hypellos were now silent and man that silence was golden.
Two Rhonso brothers entered the bar.
"Hey did anyone see the broken horn Kimahri here?"
No reply.
"I asked a question !" He stomped the wooden floor .
No but they say Kimahri is with his chief . Said a hypello that was so skinny you would mistake it for a shahagin with legs.
The Rhonso left quickly. I'm sure the information was fake so that they would leave us alone.


I finished my beer and cigarette and left the bar leaving a note that had Yuna's head on it. It was kinda odd seeing Yuna with normal eyes and a stern countenance . I guess some things never change even in Spira .
I passed by the lake with a shoopuff and went to the other shore where there was a tiny celebration for the usual summoner time of year. I saw some familiar faces, talked only to one because I was tired and needed to go on with my thing.
"Im looking for some spheres , would you know anything?"
Try Zanarkand , I heard the place is where the really good sphere hunters rove.

After a while I was at Zanarkand , passed by a fireplace that was now put out. It was close to nightfall ,after searching for a while I found nothing. I sat by the sea and could hear the waves softly touching the sand . Sometimes I could even feel the pireflies if they were close enough.
Suddenly some gulls were making noise at a particular spot a little farther form the place I was standing next to so I decided to see what all the commotion was for.
Arriving the gulls were now more scarce but I could see something shining in the water , it was nearly washed off shore. After a while I noticed a spherical object shining in the twilight , underwater. Asphere! Finally! I can pay off my rent now - That's what immediatly crossed my mind. But the other side of the brain was now active and I used my hand getting the sphere. It was an orange one .
I had a piece of the -now rare- macalania wood, so I chose to use it on my sphere grid and see what happen.
A bright silver light and then nothing.
No, wait, I see something now. It was a memory sphere, something they used to record a dream. I wonder how old this is.
I saw a coast and a teen with spiky blonde hair playing in the beach with his friends. Now the teen was climbing and after a while it reached the peak of the old ruin ..he was watching the sunset . Now something changed, the kid used an oragne sphere and turned to an semi invisible form and started flying above the sea, it ascended into the skies and above the clouds where you see them as white fluffy carpet.
He now made swings and flips in the air and decided to lower himself and approach the sea , he flew just above the sea level and then went underwater and watched the marvelous realm of perpetual darkness called the ocean . He saw shimmering lights and spheres here and there, then he ascended again, and dolphins now accompanied him. He traveled just a bit more quickly than his dolphin companions. Now the sun had set and his companions were gone, it was him and the twilight of the burning sky , so red that you thought the sky was on fire .

He swang across the sea and made a flip once again going farther into what now was a starry moonlit sky and then the dream ceased.
-That's all? Man I guess Icould sell this for 200 gil but I think I'll keep it.