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Its a neutral action to eat and to be eaten.

theon and sansa

✨ Twilight by the Silent Shore

(Father thinks I’m silly, Mother says she knows, That the matters of the heart can't be reasoned with the mind

And as such, I´ll be here tomorrow so please, do come back soon... I don’t know if my hope's as everlasting as promised on that afternoon For now, its growing hollow. It's easier to gather it each day; not as heavy, not a burden, but also, easier to forget. I feel that if someday I forget to gather it It will be carried by the wind… Maybe, then, my hope will reach you, That tiny piece of me, And then you will come running, but by then, we´ll never meet)

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Actually, this is the full painting! And its called "Ladies Looking at a Sunset"... although that is clearly the moon! I wonder why he titled it so? Ah... Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess... The full painting doesnt fit the mood for the poem, but its cool to know it either way. A great lesson on how the meaning can change when we dont see the full picture. And how it changes when we finally do!

Wether in a tank, in a river or a pond, Lets swim through life together, Lets weave water with our souls. So no current can tear us, So our beady eyes can always see, Each other, swimming fellows, Wether in the shallow or in the deep.

I wish to never lose you, before it is our time. And whenever that occurs, for our water links to last For those to reach another lifetime To go beyond the waves! To be like all those lasting things we see and see again:

To be the brightness of the sun The darkness of the night The depth of the blue water Or the grainy yellow sand.

We'll swim through life together Until the time comes for our rest But i'll never ever fear it, cause I know what happens next:

In another life, When we take another shape, And see each other for the first time I know what i'll exclaim.

Si tu gato está mal No te preocupes, que hay cura Déjalo descansar sobre algo suave y prepara la canción de cuna

Cántale el poema de la sanación, Que todos los felinos conocen, Enseñado por padres gatos a sus hijos, desde bien chiquitos:

If your cat is feeling blue Do not fret, there's a cure Let it rest on the carpet and prepare the words of ancients.

Sing it the poem of healing, That all cats know deep inside, Taught from cat parents, to kitty kind:

"May you have whimsy dreams Of tiny fish to catch Of fields of hiding spots for a game of dobby hide May your whiskers guide you And your nimbleness prevail To never get lost and to never be afraid. May the fleas all leave you, And unwell to fly away Like the birds on winter So we all can play again. May your dreams be whimsy May your pain go away With these words i will tomorrow, to be a different day."