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And to all my dear Pen-pals:

do not worry (or do not too happy :) ), I did not vanish. I am going to drop you some lines within some days.

Thanks for the patience!

I am listenig a 'The Tea Party' album. This is the first time I check it. Damn good!

 The Tea Party - Temptation

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cFzQX2i6mwo 

Well, according to the last date I put entry a long time ago. To be honest, I was so busy in these days. In fact, I am still busy - my following exam is on the treshold. It is on tomorrow. 

So this is just a quite short-entry, as a sign of life.

One of the day on this week, maybe on thursday, I was waiting for a friend in a bus station. While I was standing there and counting the sheep-like clouds on the blue sky my eyes came to a halt on a man. He was familiar to me. Then I realized - the guy is MAX! MAX is my favourite hungarian graphic-artist - his style is very unique. And we had a mutual photo taken on a outing.

 You can see MAX's website on http://artofmax.com/bio.htm . In fact he had much more works than these. And please, check the first line (Private Works), because they are my favourite.

Finally, this is a poem by Poe. It's name is 'Annebelle Lee'. Maybe many of You are also like the works of the guy. This is a masterpiece. My favourite poem. Not only by the author.

So, Annabelle Lee. Author Edgar Allan Poe.

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yes! that was the reason
(as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Maybe some of my friends always wanted to ask the meaning of my nick in this site. What is Endless_2007. In fact, I wanted to use name "Endless" in alone, but one of the previous member of Ebaby has already grabbed it from me. So I putted the year of my arriving.

What is Endless? In my meaning it is the belowing - 

"The Endless are merely patterns. The Endless are ideas. The Endless are wave functions. The Endless are repeating motifs. The Endless are echoes of darkness, and nothing more...And even our existences are brief and bounded. None of us will last longer than this version of the Universe."

This is the explanation by an Endless, named Destruction in graphic novel Sandman #48. The name of the Endless family is the following - Destiny, Death, Dream, Destruction, Despair, Desire and Delirium.

Well, as you may realize then, my Endless is came from a comicbook. A comicbook I really love. I love comics. :)

You know those bright moments when you experience a kind of oneness with the universe (which you may call by many other names), peaceful yet dynamic, understanding and accepting yet active, conscious yet selfless?

I’ve had them this morning, waking from a dream that seemed more real than the dream we call reality into which I woke.

I always wonder what happens if children's childlike dreams would turn into reality when they grew up. Some of them would like to be a knight, others to be a villain-hunter superhero...and somebody just an adult. 

I came upon this poem some years ago by accident by author Neil Gaiman, called 'Boys and girls together'. 

Boys don't want to be princes.

Boys want to be shepherds who slay dragons,

maybe someone gives you half a kingdom and a princess,

but that's just what comes of being a shepherd boy

and slaying a dragon. Or a giant. And you don't really

even have to be a shepherd. Just not a prince.

In stories, even princes don't want to be princes,

disguising themselves as beggars or as shepherd boys,

leaving the kingdom for another kingdom,

princehood only of use once the ogre's dead, the tasks are done,

and the reluctant king, her father, needing to be convinced.

Boys do not dream of princesses who will come for them.

Boys would prefer not to be princes,

and many boys would happily kiss the village girls,

out on the sheep-moors, of an evening,

over the princess, if she didn't come with the territory.

Princesses sometimes disguise themselves as well,

to escape the kings' advances, make themselves ugly,

soot and cinders and donkey girls,

with only their dead mothers' ghosts to aid them,

a voice from a dried tree or from a pumpkin patch.

And then they undisguise, when their time is upon them,

gleam and shine in all their finery. Being princesses.

Girls are secretly princesses.

None of them know that one day, in their turn,

Boys and girls will find themselves become bad kings

or wicked stepmothers,

aged woodcutters, ancient shepherds, mad crones and wise-women,

to stand in shadows, see with cunning eyes:

The girl, still waiting calmly for her prince.

The boy, lost in the night, out on the moors.