|Let me fly away with you|.|Give me more than one caress, satisfy this hungriness|.|Let the wind blow through your heart|.|For wild is the wind, wild is the wind|.|For we're like creatures of the wind, and wild is the wind|.|Wild is the wind…|

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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.


[W H Auden]

publicado por nOgS às 18:47
sinto-me: lost
música: Illuminate me – Gregory Hoskins
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"'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
Since others hath it ceased to move:
Yet, though I cannot be beloved,
Still let me love!

My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone!"-Lord Byron

- Please be strong
lordb a 19 de Abril de 2006 às 14:31

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