Anul trecut am început o Colecție inspirată de albumul Aegis al celor de la Theatre of Tragedy. Azi vă prezint Loreley, un colier inspirat de melodia cu același nume de pe acest album.
According to German legend, there was once a beautiful young maiden, named Lorelei, who threw herself headlong into the river in despair over a faithless lover. Upon her death she was transformed into a siren and could from that time on be heard singing on a rock along the Rhine River, near St. Goar. Her hypnotic music lured sailors to their death. The legend is based on an echoing rock with that name near Sankt Goarshausen, Germany.
Materiale: zale lucrate manual din sârmă cupru placată cu argint, inoxidabilă; briolete din sticlă fațetată transparentă cu reflexii; brioletă sticlă Cehia transparentă; închizătoare carabină placată cu argint.
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Diametru zale: 3 mm, 4 mm și 7 mm
Reglabil.
Adaptare după un design Spider
Ferie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade;
A serenade siren'd to lure - Zounds! not to court me?
A menad, yet the sweetest colleen -
Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.
Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
Dedally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade -
Caus'd for all eyes mazed to behold a mêlee;
In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet:
The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,
Bellow'd bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.
Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught,
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought:
'Tween Aether and 'Nether art thou the peerless phoenix -
Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.
A serenade siren'd to lure - Zounds! not to court me?
A menad, yet the sweetest colleen -
Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.
Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
Dedally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade -
Caus'd for all eyes mazed to behold a mêlee;
In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet:
The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,
Bellow'd bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.
Lorelei,
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei,
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught,
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought:
'Tween Aether and 'Nether art thou the peerless phoenix -
Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.
Interesant mitul..insa colierul este grozav de frumos...Te felicit si pentru interviul din revista "atelierul".Ma bucur sa te "cunosc" :)
ReplyDeleteMulțumesc pentru vizită, aprecieri și felicitări! Sper să mă ”vizitezi” des :D
ReplyDeleteWOW!Arata minunat...
ReplyDeleteAlways loved Lorelei mythology :) Actually I even had a nickname "Lorelei" once, in IRC I think :) back in the days aha
ReplyDeleteLovely lovely necklace!
Sandra @ Blasfemmes.com
Mulţumesc buybracellets!!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Sandra!