“She
and Tyene had learned to read together, learned to ride together, learned to
dance together. When they were ten Arianne had stolen a flagon of wine, and the
two of them had gotten drunk together. They shared meals and beds and jewelry.
They would have shared their first man as well: Drey.”
Back to Hellenistic Greece, Eros and Psyche are the couple I love most. So, I decided to take few pictures about them.
After
meshing the big colum as object, I built this simple resident, where
Eros and Psyche meet (where the deities live, I guess, haha). Hope you guys like it!
“Spearmer?” Tobio couldn’t bring himself to calling Alvar by his first name, fearing it would offend the aristocrat boy – though he didn’t really know whether using his family name sounded appropriate either.
His beloved, solar cousin Frederic, who at that moment he imagined on board of a frigate, or maybe already conqueror on the shores of Asia, or perhaps as a legionnaire in North Africa roaming the desert, or anywhere else on the curve of the planet that beckoned him with the promise of adventure and profit.
But except for their own panting, the hall remained
silent.
And Tobio decided, at last, at least once, to take the risk, no matter
how immense, to achieve his own satisfactory consummation, no matter how
fleeting.
Torn between unsatisfactory possibilities of escape – diving into the dam, jumping back into the desert, or running along the wall’s edge – that only immobilize him, he always misses the moment of insight that makes him realize to be one
of them, winged creatures of the boundless waters.
Except that he does not know how to use his wings.
Unlike them, he does not know how to fly. Will they teach him?
The moment he becomes aware, too, of no longer bearing the black rags he regularly wore in the desert, but instead being naked like the warrior angels, Tobio panics, and starts praying. In silence, his most heartfelt prayer.
Dear Lord, protect me from what I desire.
As if he has screamed at them instead, the band of angels takes sudden but brief flight, lingering in his proximity, more cautious than scared, like vultures leaving a corpse they still intend to return to.
Greco Roman Sims 3 Poetry 
