Anglais

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.

Lion

Mince

6' 4 (1.93 m)

Noisettes

Caucasienne

Célibataire

Non

Oui

Sourire

Tatouages visibles

Noirs

Chat

Oui

Diplôme universitaire

Auto-entrepreneur

Art / Musique / Littérature

Filmmaker

De 30,000 € à 44,999 €

En colocation

C'est plutôt calme

Oui - la pipe

Oui - de temps à autres

Mal-aimé/e

Réservé, Timide, Observateur, Antisocial, Sympa, Comique, Impulsif, Sombre, Bizarre

Lecture, Musique, Films, Internet, Danse, Religion/Spiritualité, Camper

Rester à la maison, Regarder un bon film, Me relaxer, Dormir

Fun

Living

Sympa, Trublion, Cool, Obscur/e, Neuneu, Je n'ai pas d'amis

Croyances spirituelles mais pas religieuses

Jamais

To fall in love

Vicelard, Intelligent, Sarcastique, Sympa, Neuneu, Obscur/e, Bouffon, Coquin/e, Sadique

Documentaires, Drames, Films, Sports

Science-fiction, Romantiques, Drames, Documentaires, Famille, Adultes

Rock, Metal, Electro, Pop, Blues, Indus, New age, Musique ambientale

Littérature ancienne, Autobiographies, Biographies, Littérature classique, Fantaisie, Fictions, Humour, Nature, Philosophie, Œuvres de référence, Poésie, Religions, Science-fiction, Je suis auteur

Fun!

Beauté, Empathie, Sensibilité, Etrangeté, Passivité

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.

Pote virtuel, Vrai‧e ami‧e, Rendez-vous, Relation intime, Engagement