Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Now dreary dawns the eastern light, and fall of eve is drear

The half-moon westers low, my love,
  And the wind brings up the rain;
And wide apart lie we, my love,
  And seas between the twain.

I know not if it rains, my love,
  In the land where you do lie;
And oh, so sound you sleep, my love,
  You know no more than I.
The half-moon wester low, my love (XXVI from "Last Poems") by A.E. Housman

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

BLACKROCKCITY

What's Cookin' by Žiga Murko

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Playa ready

Joys of Movement by Žiga Murko ft. Jalal Salaam

Friday, August 14, 2015

Pada Rajakapotasana

Lazy Pals by HLMNSRA ft. Namaste