If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. (:

Friday, 14 January 2011

Ai laurie lantar lassi súrinen Yéni únótime ve rámar aldaron!

Like gold fallthe leaves in the wind, long years numberless as the wings of trees!

Quenya poem Namárië.