when I grow up
Today I was clearing out my desk and I found a tape leftover from my days of wanting to be a Radio DJ. I had this radio station called ‘Sit Back & Relax’ (I know, catchy right Xb) and the tape is from my birthday in 2002 (and I am speaking with a most disgusting twang omg) and the radio programme ranges from a Sonata (played by myself on piano), a poem, games, another song (that I sing), commercials, lullabies Hahahahahaha.
Pasargadae
So beautiful. If a garden could be turned into a word, I think this would be it.
I came across it as the capital of Cyrus’ Persia, and then I looked for its origin and meaning. It’s uncertain, but this modern version comes from Greek, which may derive from Pâthragâda (Old Persian), which could mean “The Garden of Pars. Full circle then!
Addendum: I found another source stating the meaning as “Camp of the Persians”
I’m writing this in the foyer of the Arts House.
The soundtrack of Notre Dame de Paris is playing from speakers in the ceiling! I can recognise ‘Il est beau comme le soleil’.
Tweenies, wish you were here.
the state where two feet do not touch the ground
in italian:
Verde (green)
Verdastro (greenish)
Blu (blue)
Blu verdastro (horizon blue)
Once, a star fell from the sky. Happily, it landed in the ocean, where it continued to shine. Soon it found that two rays are better than many; the water welcomed it more. But it never forgot the sky, and liked to hover at the surface. And that is the story of the ocean sunfish, or mola mola.
