"The definition of beauty or ugliness is centered around the individual. The return of his own reflection on the things he sees."
sexta-feira, 4 de janeiro de 2013
quinta-feira, 3 de janeiro de 2013
Lovely kids #15
Neil Gaiman
"When I was a boy I used to climb down drainpipes, because boys in the books I read climbed down drainpipes"
quarta-feira, 2 de janeiro de 2013
Sibylle Baier - The End
it's the end, friend of mine
it's the end, friend of mine
it's the end, friend of mine
time is over where we could simply say I love you
now you opened the door
leave me crying
trying to embrace you again
trying to face this damn situation man
I can't
It's the end, friend of mine
It's the end, sweet friend of mine
now you opened the door
leave me crying
trying to embrace you again
trying to face this damn situation man
I can't
It's the end, friend of mine
It's the end, sweet friend of mine
dear friend, I cannot tell the reasons why we started well
good time, give me some wine when you open the door
you seem hurt, don't try to speak a word to me
what on earth could really go wrong with you and me?
yet its the end, friend of mine
it's the end, sweet friend of mine
good time, give me some wine when you open the door
you seem hurt, don't try to speak a word to me
what on earth could really go wrong with you and me?
yet its the end, friend of mine
it's the end, sweet friend of mine
time seems to be over where we could simply say I love you
now you opened the door
I feel cold
wakened, I hold you in my arms
told you that life is short but love is old
it's the end, friend of mine
it's the end, sweet friend
now you opened the door
I feel cold
wakened, I hold you in my arms
told you that life is short but love is old
it's the end, friend of mine
it's the end, sweet friend
terça-feira, 1 de janeiro de 2013
Elizabeth Barrett Browning - How do I love thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.~
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.~
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
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