K R A K E N: Muerte en la casa.

The Kraken -- Lord Tennyson

Below the thunders of the upper deep; far, far beneath in the abysmal sea, his ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep the Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee about his shadowy sides: above him swell huge sponges of millennial growth and height; and far away into the sickly light, from many a wondrous grot and secret cell unnumbered and enormous polypi winnow with giant arms the slumbering green. There hath he lain for ages and will lie battening upon huge sea-worms in his sleep, until the latter fire shall heat the deep; then once by man and angels to be seen, in roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

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sábado, noviembre 13, 2010

Muerte en la casa.

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