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raccoona - 10. ledna 2023 18:56
	Elea 10. ledna 2023 17:04 Hezkýý! Tomu říkám správně hororová atmosféra. A jo, tamtu slečnu opravdu potkat nechci. A já vlastně generovala duchy a pak jsem je sem zapomněla dát. :D (V zádání nebylo, že musí být strašidelní, echm.) Zobrazit SPOILER Persefona 08. ledna 2023 17:47 Jako z viktoriánské hororové povídky! :D

Elea - 10. ledna 2023 17:04
	Persefona 08. ledna 2023 17:47 Hmmm :D Zobrazit SPOILER A Kuchisake-onna - ta s nůžkama, kterou člověk nechce potkat v Japonsku :D

Persefona - 08. ledna 2023 17:47
	Hm, pokus o něco s takovou tou tajemnou hororovou atmosférou :D Zobrazit SPOILER

Elea - 08. ledna 2023 11:39
	! Nové téma ! - Duchové a strašidla Už se těším, co se nám tu tentokrát vyrojí :) A nějaké za zaručeně pravé fotografie duchů :D

Persefona - 07. ledna 2023 13:43
	Remember, remember, the 5th of November, Gunpowder, treason and plot. I see no reason Why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot. Zobrazit SPOILER

raccoona - 28. prosince 2022 22:56
	Elea 28. prosince 2022 19:48 A uf, obrázek toho chlápka se střepy v obličeje bolííí... :D Hezké básničky a hezké obrázky. :) Persefona 27. prosince 2022 21:05 ... vypadá to cool. Tak akorát na akční animovaný film. :D

raccoona - 28. prosince 2022 22:53

Pár úryvků na zpříjemnění večera... :) The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. - One Art, Elizabeth Bishop After the torchlight red on sweaty faces After the frosty silence in the gardens After the agony in stony places The shouting and the crying Prison and palace and reverberation Of thunder of spring over distant mountains He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience - Wasteland, T. S. Eliot Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star, Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still deadened more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade: the Naiad 'mid her reeds Press'd her cold finger closer to her lips. - Hyperion, J. Keats

Elea - 28. prosince 2022 19:48

Tak trochu staré dobré Segovie Amil.... Ta se na to docela hodí, tak mám problém vybrat jen jeden obrázek :) I am Ravaged, but spirited… Damaged, but still deserving Zobrazit SPOILER Warrior Watch me. I will go to my own Sun. And if I am burned by its fire, I will fly on scorched wings Zobrazit SPOILER Death season I wanted nothing but silence, black woods, decay, cold winds, to lie twisted and turned as a serpent, to be in unison with a dying earth Zobrazit SPOILER Ink Jar On my body, the grace of shadows And in my heart: all Hells, An ink jar. Zobrazit SPOILER Underworld She who walks the floors of Hell Finds the key to the gates of her own Heaven, Buried there like a seed Zobrazit SPOILER

Elea - 28. prosince 2022 19:41
	Persefona 27. prosince 2022 21:05 Ale zase to má jiný styl! Hustý :)

Persefona - 27. prosince 2022 21:05
	Úryvek z Invictus od Henleyho :) Úplně jsem takový výsledek nečekala, ale tak... No, není to tak cool, holt Invictus zklamal :D Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. Zobrazit SPOILER

Elea - 27. prosince 2022 20:11

THE SUNDIAL – K. Toman A house in ruins. On holed-out walls the moss is creeping ravenous and lichen hordes of infestation bask. In the yard bindweed hustles and nettles stand a-jungled. The poisoned well is for the rats to drink. A cankered apple tree, half lightning-felled, strains, of past blooms to think. On clear days come the whistles as linnets rummage. On sun-glowing days the gable-end sundial arc revives, and on it carefree jolly flits and jives time’s shadow reciting skyward in stern righteous gloom: Sine sole nihil sum. For all is but a mask. SLUNEČNÍ HODINY Dům v rozvalinách. Po děravých zdech se rozlez' žravý mech a lišejníků cizopasná cháska. Na dvoře bují kokotice a prales kopřiv. Studna otrávená je napajedlo krys. A chorá jabloň, bleskem rozražená, neví, zda kvetla kdys. V dnech jasných padnou hvízdajíce stehlíci v rumy. V zářných slunných dnech ožije oblouk hodin v průčelí, a po něm rozmarný a veselý stín času tančí a recituje vážně nebesům: Sine sole nihil sum. Neb vše je maska. Zobrazit SPOILER

Elea - 27. prosince 2022 20:00

Persefona 27. prosince 2022 19:44 Ten vyšel taky suprově! :) Milenci ve sněhu – J. Seifert Droplets to noses frozen cold and kisses wafting steamy, snow, lotus-blossom-like, enfolds in falling muffling dreamy. Kapičky zmrzlé u nosu a pára z polibků dýchá, sníh jako květy lotosů napadal kolem nich zticha. Zobrazit SPOILER Mládí zpívá – F. Šrámek From tallest crag I yearn to be falling, a torrent fast flowing, a foaming dissent, to spritz to the heavens, to lurch into falling, the song of the mountains in lowland descent: into a thousand wild droplets to scatter, a rainbow in each, hope for making life matter, love and dissent, love and dissent Z nejvyšší skály padat chci dolů, bystřina prudká, pějící vzdor, vystřiknout k nebesům, vrhat se dolů, do nížin zanést písničku hor: v tisíc se divě rozstříknout krůpějí, v každé z nich duhu, života naději, lásku a vzdor, lásku a vzdor. Zobrazit SPOILER

Persefona - 27. prosince 2022 19:55
	A něco méně depresivního :D When you dance, I see the river When you laugh, I hear the wind go by When you walk, I see the mountains When you sleep, I see the endless sky And I'll love you forever in my mind And I'll love you until the day I die Zobrazit SPOILER

Persefona - 27. prosince 2022 19:44

Můj oblíbený Wolker :) Arms turned to wood, at the wrists tightly bound, knew how to drag me off and underground, I marched along with armies down, afar. Into graves limed, ‘neath names that time won’t tell just bodies left, that in the World War fell, deep, deep, I sank and down into the core, and every dead man came up close, and pleading each dead man asked once more: Do tell me, living, what did I die here for? Zobrazit SPOILER Jinak, fakt wow, co vám vyšlo!

Elea - 27. prosince 2022 19:30
	raccoona 27. prosince 2022 19:08 Hlavně u něj člověk nemusí přemýšlet nad prompty... ehm ehm :D A ten Wordsworth by se hodil rovnou do sbírky k té básni. Sedí to perfektně :)

raccoona - 27. prosince 2022 19:08

Ok, tak tohle je vážně zábavné téma. Haiku super. Ta svíčka s větvičkou sakury vyšla naprosto geniálně. A hrozně se mi líbí Naděje od Dickensonové, Tolkien vyšel velmi Tolkienovsky a sovička je rozkošná. A jo, máš pravdu, Eleo. Je velice zajímavé sledovat, jaký styl to vybere. A co to z toho vyrobí. Wordsworth mi třeba vyšel velmi romanticky... nepřekvapivě... :D I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. - W. Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. - R. Frost Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. - M. Angelou Caged Bird

Elea - 27. prosince 2022 11:24

“Fire and Ice” - Robert Frost Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. Zobrazit SPOILER “Hope is the Thing with Feathers” - Emily Dickinson “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all – Zobrazit SPOILER “Awaking in New York” - Maya Angelou Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city drags itself awake on subway straps; and I, an alarm, awake as a rumor of war, lie stretching into dawn, unasked and unheeded. Zobrazit SPOILER

Elea - 27. prosince 2022 10:57
	Team_Eleven 27. prosince 2022 10:54 Taková malebnost! A hlavně ray tracing! Že ty jedeš ty haiku na UE 5? :D

Team_Eleven - 27. prosince 2022 10:54
	Ahahaha, čas na ňákej cringe! Čas na.... haiku! “The Old Pond” by Matsuo Bashō An old silent pond A frog jumps into the pond— Splash! Silence again. Zobrazit SPOILER Bodíky za odraz ve vodní hladině! “Lighting One Candle” by Yosa Buson The light of a candle Is transferred to another candle— Spring twilight Zobrazit SPOILER

Elea - 27. prosince 2022 10:47

Ja zajímavé sledovat jaké styly si k tomu MJ automaticky volí :) All that is gold does not glitter – J.R.R.Tolkien All that is gold does not glitter Not all those who wander are lost The old that is strong does not wither Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken A light from the shadows shall spring Renewed be the blade that was broken The crownless again shall be king. Edward Lear, ‘The Owl and the Pussycat‘. The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar …