Preface to the Tzigane Tarot

They had eyes dark as night, my brothers,
As if cut in black diamond

They had moon-woven hair, my brothers,
Glistening blue in endless mist

And teeth like wolves’ teeth, my brothers,
Joyous teeth clenched tight on their hungers

The voice they had, borne it was from the stars,
Fascinating and misunderstood

the hands they had, fearsome hands, my brothers,
And the world was drunk at their fingertips

Gone are they on all the paths, my brothers,
They were warm like fire, and fresh like the wind

Let me touch your hair your brow your lips,
Scrutinize the palms of your hands

I’m only searching for my brothers everywhere around,
To live is to know how to love

Gone they are on all the paths, my brothers,
But in every mirror, I find them again!

Tchalai


In the Beginning…

In the beginning was one word,
And this word was ROM
and this word was in the Rom
All that came
came from this word
came from this Rom

… …

That which people know is this:
That we are the Rom
That we roam along the roads
accomplishing our Tzigane things
and sleeping out of doors at night

… …

That which people do not know…
Land of the culture of old!
India! Where is thy sun?
Covered with the smoke of centuries
We have lost thee left thee behind!
Countries and sovereigns were changing all around…
Roads wagons and horses go by
Through meadows sands and woodland…
O history! Like in the cauldron
Where peoples are cooked
You have thrown the Tzigane family!
You have burnt their heart in the fore…

Leska Manush
Department of Linguistics
Institute of Social Sciences
USSR Academy of Sciences

basically.

basically.

found this gem while I was unpacking.

found this gem while I was unpacking.

pitachipsandsomedietslice:

That Libra Man

pitachipsandsomedietslice:

That Libra Man

the somers point duck heist.

the somers point duck heist.

mermaidvogue:

people who don’t crack their necks are missing out on LIFE