Olá.
Aqui deixo mais um MOC. Este requer alguma explicação.
Há uns tempos fui convidado a participar no
MELO, Middle Earth Lego Olympics no MOCpages.
A primeira ronda é para ser inspirada nos poemas do Tolkien, qualquer um deles.
Ora já andava a magicar uma coisa para o Fan Weekend e após ler quase todos os poemas existentes, houve um que me chamou à atenção:
The little house of Lost Play.
O meu drama foi tirar fotos, como tenho a minha máquina avariada tive que o fazer com o telemóvel e este MOC tem tantos pormenores que valem a pena serem vistos ao vivo. Uma das mudanças mais drásticas foi o facto de ter usado tons vermelhos no MOC quando o poema diz que a casa tem palha dourada mas não tinha tiles suficientes para esse efeito.
O poema é longo, vou Colocar aqui alguns excertos:
...
We wandered shyly hand in hand,
small footprints in the golden sand,
and gathered pearls and shells in pails,
while all about the nightengales
were singing in the trees.
We dug for silver with our spades,
and caught the sparkle of the seas,
then ran ashore to greenlit glades,
and found the warm and winding lane
that now we cannot find again,
between tall whispering trees.
The air was neither night nor day,
an ever-eve of gloaming light,
when first there glimmered into sight
the Little House of Play.
New-built it was, yet very old,
white, and thatched with straws of gold,
and pierced with peeping lattices
that looked toward the sea;
and our own children's garden-plots
were there: our own forgetmenots,
red daisies, cress and mustard,
and radishes for tea.
There all the borders, trimmed with box,
were filled with favourite flowers, with phlox,
with lupins, pinks, and hollyhocks,
beneath a red may-tree;
and all the gardens full of folk
that their own little language spoke,
but not to You and Me.
For some had silver watering-cans
and watered all their gowns,
or sprayed each other; some laid plans
to build their houses, little towns
and dwellings in the trees.
And some were clambering on the roof;
some crooning lonely and aloof;
some dancing round the fairy-rings
all garlanded in daisy-strings,
while some upon their knees
before a little white-robed king
crowned with marigold would sing
their rhymes of long ago.
But side by side a little pair
with heads together, mingled hair,
went walking to and fro
still hand in hand; and what they said,
ere Waking far apart them led,
that only we now know. 
Little House Of Lost Play 001 by
Hugo Teixeira, no Flickr
Little House Of Lost Play 002 by
Hugo Teixeira, no Flickr
Little House Of Lost Play 003 by
Hugo Teixeira, no Flickr
Little House Of Lost Play 004 by
Hugo Teixeira, no Flickr
Little House Of Lost Play 005 by
Hugo Teixeira, no Flickr
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