And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted -- nevermore! (E.A.P. můj favorit..to je jasný, doporučuji Aj, překlad to děsně kazí) Hudba.. Metal, Prog.Rock, Klasika, Sem tam dobrej Pop kdyžtak se muzete kouknout na www.last.fm (nick Una_Anima) Četba..Irving, Barker, Pratchett,Sartre, Heinlein, Heller...a asi tisíc dalších.. V současné době píši jen milostné básničky a prkotiny.