rachelautumn

When I have a sec, I'm writing silly fics about those boys on Merlin, but I know the roots of that obsession come from somewhere else. Thought I'd share that somewhere else in case anyone ever cared to climb backwards to the other thing.
Two boys on quests. Well that's Robin Hobb and her beautiful Farseer series. But she didn't let the main characters fall in love, nor did she want anyone else to write that story so I leapt into the unprotected pool of Merlin stories. I feel bad that some fans tortured the vulnerable actors who lit the show up and made it possible to fantasize about the characters, but let's face it, James Bradley has the face of an angel. Who could help themselves?
Before any of these stories, though, the original projection was Federico Garcia Lorca and Salvador Dali. Lorca looked like someone from the Adam's Family. Maybe Dali did too. And they met in college and they each brought something magnificent to all of Albion...I mean Spain :)
Dali betrayed Lorca. Spain betrayed Lorca. And I don't have time to say any of what I wanted about him. Just picked up Poet in New York for the first time in years and wanted to share what he promised us.


From Nueva York (Oficina y denuncia) "...en el alba mentinda de New York existen los Montanas, lo Se"

From New York (Office and Denunciation) "In the counterfeit dawn of the city, there are mountains I know."

There are no mountains in New York but I've never stopped looking for them!