Friday, July 22, 2011

stories of the anima and the unreal dream of love

One day a lonely hunter sees a beautiful woman emerging from the deep forest on the other side of the river. She waves at him and sings:

Oh come, lonely hunter in the stillness of dusk
Come, come! I miss you, I miss you!
Now I will embrace you, embrace you!
Come, come! my nest is near, my nest is near.
Come, come, lonely hunter, now in the stillness of dusk.

He throws off his clothes and swims across the river, but suddenly she flies away in the form of an owl, laughing mockingly at him. When he tries to swim back to find his clothes, he drowns in the cold river.

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